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playcharade · 3 months ago

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YOU MAY KNOW ME BY MY MORE COLOURFUL MONIKER ... HOOK.

an infamous pirate across all seven seas, killian jones was not always captain hook. a man with a code, he braved through the seas in search of riches and found something infinitely more valuable instead: love. it was upon losing it that his legend turned somber and his spirit voracious. without care for anything other than his insatiable thirst for revenge, the captain is a charming man capable of being terrible. there are no limits as to what he wouldn't do to achieve his revenge – his heart has turned rotten, and there may be no salvation for it.

" his eyes were the blue of the forget-me-not, and of a profound melancholy, save when he was plunging his hook into you, at which time two red spots appeared in them and lit them up horribly. in manner, something of the great seigneur still clung to him, so that he even ripped you up with an air, and I have been told he was a raconteur of repute. he was never more sinister than when he was most polite, which is probably the truest test of breeding. "

𝙿𝙾𝚁𝚃𝚁𝙰𝚈𝙰𝙻 𝙽𝙾𝚃𝙴𝚂: my portrayal of killian will blend both his show canon as well as elements from his character from the j.m barrie's novel, the dark and sinister man that he can be. i love both versions dearly and will adjust depending on verses – quite happy to make him his softer self when interacting with other ouat characters. also, in regards to his romantic journey on the show, i assume nothing with emma roleplayers! although i love cs, i do prefer to plot their dynamics a little before jumping into canon territory.

STORYBROOKE, the first curse › JAMES ROGERS is an underpaid police deputy with a bad attitude and an affinity for rum. By day, he works at storybrooke’s police station with a perpetual frown on his face and an unwillingness to truly be of service to the community. while sheriff graham is ever the golden boy, well-liked by the people in the little town, rogers stands as the unpopular ne'er- do-well half who’d much rather be at a gig in the rabbit hole than patrolling the three streets of storybrooke. in the evenings, he is the lead singer of local rock band the buccaneers, who can’t for the life of them make it past the town border with their music. must be the curse, of course. not the fact that they're just really not that good.

DARK AND SINISTER MAN, the captain › this verse intends to cover his days as a pirate navigating through the seas. could be pretty much based on any form of worlds, as the jolly roger is equipped with magical properties that allow for interdimensional traveling between realms. he will solely go by captain hook in this portion of his story, at his most malicious.

AU VERSES UNDER THE CUT:

THE FEVER, THE RAGE, gotham / dc › detective killian jones was a stand-up member of the gcpd. dedicated and incorruptible, he and his brother liam did all they could to maintain their code of honor and fight for what's right. but in a rotten city, such is a fool's errand. the duo is tragically separated when liam is killed in an mob ambush that costs killian not only his brother, but his hand. jones becomes insatiable after the fact, thirsty for revenge. he abandons all forms of morality he knows and becomes determined to make those who killed liam pay for their crime.

killian soon becomes the thing he's hunting. after taking down the operations of mobster known as rumplestiltskin through less than orthodox means, he takes the crown for himself. leaving behind his life of crime-fighting, killian turns the tide. the club once owned by rumple becomes his, and is aptly renamed THE ROGER, a pirate themed environment that is befitting of its new captain: HOOK, for now the detective wears one in the place of his left hand. he becomes gotham city's brand new mobster, with a small gang of his own and a reputation he intends to only make more gruesome.

FABLETOWN'S HOOK, vertigo's fables › Captain Hook is more accustomed to the mundane world than most. For one, he goes by the name of KILLIAN JONES rather than his more colourful moniker. For another, he found a way to sail swimmingly in the waters of the new world; though it did take some time for him to find this particular set of sea legs. Hook came into his money during the 20th century, where the age of the internet came to be and he embarked on it readily.

Killian became incredibly apt at computer science, his interest in the subject being sparked by the sheer interest in exploiting this new age to its fullest – specifically, to his advantage. He saw the opportunity in virtual piracy, having become ( arguably ) the first internet pirate. He started out with a small, simple scams, but as the technology progressed and the phenomenon of the internet grew bigger than anyone could possibly imagine, so did Hook’s empire. Though most his business is integrated well within the mundane world, Killian still lives in Fabletown, New York City. He owns an apartment at the Woodland, and his most trusted assistant is one Mr. Smee. His company was made on shaky grounds, morally and legally, but now boasts a reputation for being an exquisite virtual security company ( thanks to the viruses Killian himself releases ) as well as developer. The government of Fabletown is very generous to him, counting on his yearly donations at Remembrance Day to keep things afloat.

THE WORLD IS QUIET HERE, asoue › Killian Jones is an active VOLUNTEER of the secret organisation known as VFD. He is the younger brother of Liam Jones, who was the sole reason why Killian stayed on the fire fighting side of the schism rather than the alternative, which really would have suited the man’s inclination for trouble and insubordination much better. However, as it often occurs in the life of a volunteer, Killian had the misfortune of outliving his brother. Liam was one the first casualties of the schism, having been killed under mysterious circumstances aboard a sailing boat with little else around him but a fish hook, a compass and an out of place string of tagliatelle grande. Killian mourned his brother as any in his situation would: solidifying his position in the fire-fighters' side and becoming one of its most active field operatives. The desire to avenge his brother’s death still simmers underneath the surface, making the last standing Jones very willing to eliminate the threat that the fire starters pose on the first opportunity that arises, though the chance never quite seems to come about.

THE NEED FOR SPEED, top gun › lieutenant killian "hook" jones is a legacy of the top gun program, being the brother of the late liam jones, who died honorably in battle ( although killian has his doubts about calling it that ). with his heart in the skies, killian is a reckless pilot who attempts one too many risky maneuvers. he is bold, he is brash and he is damn charming. doesn't give a damn about anything other than himself or his bird.

FORTUNE AND GLORY, mercenary › set on modern days, killian jones is an infamous mercenary with a dodgy past that he keeps close to his chest. no one really know why he does what he does, but he's the best at it. killian is an incredible sailor and performs most his assignments and operations through the seas, which sets him apart from the competition. A MODERN DAY PIRATE in his own right. if you need something recovered by any means necessary, he's your guy.

#KILLIAN JONES.#KILLIAN JONES: VERSES.

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writingonscrappaper · 2 years ago

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Snippet Sunday Saturday II - I Think My Neighbour’s A Mobster

I initially had this queued up to post tomorrow, but I’m too impatient, I couldn’t wait LOL I’m having too much fun with this story!

I’m almost 20k into this and showing no sign of slowing down LOL it’s so much fun, all the banter and playful cuteness that comes from the usual neighbours-to-lovers trope, but with the added spicy fun of one of them being a morally grey mafia member 😈 Carter is indeed proving to be a lot of fun to write, especially when I get to have moments where he interacts with his family, like this 😆

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"Alright, you got five minutes, then I'm throwing your ass out that window," Carter huffed as he shut the door, pointing to the open window behind his couch and watching as Liam walked around his home and looked the place over.

"Uh huh, like the way you threw me through Mom's garden doors last Thanksgiving?"

"If I'm remembering that night correctly, you spent about two hours that night picking glass and metal out of your skull," Carter reminded flatly, walking over to his counter and studying the platter of cupcakes on it before selecting one with blue frosting. "You've now got four and a half minutes."

"Mom wants you to come by for her birthday party," Liam spoke, flicking at the lamp that sat by the window he'd been threatened with, chuckling softly as he watched it light up at his touch. Tapping it a couple more times and watching it grow brighter before eventually shutting off.

"How is that news? She's been calling, texting and even emailing me about that for the last month."

"Yeah, and you haven't been answering them."

"My not answering is an answer."

"Come on, man, she's turning sixty," Liam insisted, walking over to the counter Carter was leaning against. He reached for one of the cupcakes, only for Carter to smack his hand, Liam yanking it back with a hiss. "Since when did you start baking?"

“I’m not going, Liam. Told you guys already, I’m out.”

“Yeah, you’re out, huh? That why Randall’s son was found dead in the river three nights ago?”

“Randall and his son are both pieces of shit, and whatever happened to Mikey was completely deserved,” Carter stated flatly, rolling his eyes as he finished off the cupcake and picked up the one Liam had reached for. Locking eyes with him as he took a large bite out of it.

“Right, so you’re gonna tell me that the son of a powerful drug dealer—“

“Oh please, that fuck is anything but powerful. He’s a smear on the bathroom floor.”

“—gets snatched off the street within twenty four hours of his right hand man going missing, and it’s got nothing to do with you?”

“Last I checked, that was Mom’s line of work, not mine.”

“No, if Mom had done it, we’d have found his guts stretched out along the road and a a warning letter stapled to his head after she stuck it on a fence post.”

“Hey, you sell drugs to teenagers, that’s what happens to you.”

“How’d you know he was selling to kids?”

That had Carter pausing mid chew, swallowing the mouthful of cupcake and setting the rest of it down with a heavy sigh.

“Look, the fucker was told to back off. I gave him the same chance I gave to everyone else. He was told to get out of my neighbourhood, and he didn’t listen. I told you and everyone else, this is my part of the city, and I’m gonna keep it clean my way.”

“My point, Carter, is that you can’t sit there and act like you’re better than us, just because you chose to strike out on your own. We do a lot of good for this city, unburdened by all the bullshit red tape the law creates.”

“Holy fuck, you’ve got Mom’s speech memorized at this point, don’t you?”

“Why are you so damn insistent on cutting ties with all of us, if you’re gonna sit here and do the exact same thing yourself?”

“Because this way I get to decide what and how I do it, rather than having to follow Mom’s rules. I’m not her dog this way. I’m my own person.”

“Oh please. You’re just throwing a tantrum because you’re the youngest and therefore were rarely ever called on to do shit.”

“If I was so rarely needed, why are you all so desperate for me to come back to the family?” Carter demanded, watching as Liam scowled and looked away. Blinking a moment later and laughing sharply. “Oh shit, did Riley finally get herself offed? Have you finally been upgraded to eldest child, and now need to prove yourself to our mother, by bringing in the wayward son, in hopes of strengthening the family numbers again?”

“Riley’s not dead, she’s just in jail.”

“How in the fuck did Mom’s favourite end up in jail?” Carter froze, staring at the tense look on Liam’s face. “Oh shit, who’d she kill?”

“Valerie.”

“The fu—why?” Liam lifted an eyebrow, staring, and Carter groaned, burying his face into his hands.

“Oh, I’m gonna kill Declan.”

“Not if Mom finds him first. He bolted while Riley was strangling Valerie—“

“Wait, he was there?”

“Oh yeah, she caught them in bed together.”

“…tell me it was a motel.”

“Of course not.”

“So she found them both in her own bed…?”

“Yup. And while she was crushing Val’s windpipe, Declan ran from the room. He got his hands on a gun, but Riley managed to get a few good hits in on him and kept him from pulling the trigger. Did that little trick where she got the clip out while he held it. He busted her jaw with the gun and took off, but the neighbours had already called the cops since Valerie had been screaming bloody murder.”

“And with a dead body in the bedroom…”

“Yeah. Mom’s working her magic, but it’s all a huge fucking mess.”

“I’m sure she’ll have Riley out by the new year,” Carter assured, swiping a bit of icing off the half eaten cupcake and flicking it at Liam. Grinning as he flinched when it hit his cheek.

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xxrainbow-princessxx · 2 years ago

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Does Distance Make The Heart Grow Fonder? - Oneshot Isabella x Mafia!Leo (Rules of Engagement/The Royal Romance AU) - Part 1

Summary: Isabella and Leo’s Kingdoms both were overthrown by the Via Imperii. The Crown Princess along with her family were exiled whilst the Cordonian Royal Family went underground, fighting to reclaim their throne and hold over the Cordonian People through other means.

TW: Cursing, Implied Violence, Violence, Implied 🍋

Tagging: @lorirwritesfanfic @drakewalkerfantasy @rainbowsinthestorm

@lorircreates @beyondsimsreality @kimmiedoo5 @mom2000aggie @kingliam2019 @secretaryunpaid @rafasgirl23415

“Look who’s back in town…” Liam grinned as he threw down the folded morning newspaper in front of Leo who was already in an Italian cut navy dress suit. His sea green eyes narrowed slightly as he read the headline article, ‘Exiled Crown Princess, Isabella Beaumont-Sánchez to take up Honorary Professor role at Cordonia University’ followed by taking in the professional headshot of the Laurentian beauty who looked no different to how she did when he last saw her at 21.

“At 26…” Liam cleared his throat, “She’s done pretty well for herself…” Leo pursed his lips in silence remembering the last time he saw her, how she ghosted him and how when his world fell apart - she wasn’t there to save him, save them. Lifting his coffee, Leo sighed before taking in the strong aroma, letting the warm liquid soothe his otherwise cold demeanour and with a grumble, he pushed the newspaper out of the way, “So fucking what…” The younger Rys son was taken back slightly at his brother’s reaction, he had loved this woman; she was on a pedestal and the main reason none of Leo’s relationships ever worked out but now she was here, in arms reach - he barely reacted at all. “Leo…” Liam tried to reason with him but was immediately cut off, “Brother…” Leo grunted, “I am warning you, one more word on the subject and I will personally cut out your vocal chords…”

A few weeks had passed. The former Crown Prince, now a well known mobster, found himself staring at his bedroom ceiling most nights lying in bed in his Valtorian mansion. He couldn’t forget what they had, what they were willing to sacrifice for each other to now not even uttering a simple hello or gesture. Leo blamed the Via Imperii for his lost love but once he too had been exiled and the Cordonian Kingdom overthrown, he tried to reach out again but his attempts remained unanswered. Did he really want to find out the truth or would the truth be too much to bear? To Leo, she was the only part of him that was still good, everything else was gone long ago. He was cold, calculating and no matter what he tried to feel something, it had no effect until he saw that picture Liam had shown him a few weeks earlier. After that, his body stung, every pain he locked away seemed to almost re-emerge all at once. “Fuck it” Leo grunted as he rolled over, punching his pillow to make it more comfortable, “Anything can’t be worse than this…”

The following afternoon, Leo had business to attend in the capital. “Does that sounds amenable sir?” Leo’s assistant spoke but Liam and Drake knew something was up, watching as Leo kept staring off out the boardroom meeting room, “We’ll come back on that…” Liam interjected, “Thank you Sofie, I can take it from here…” before Leo signed off something he might later regret his answer to and Liam wasn’t willing to take the wrap on something that when Leo came to that he would be pissed about. “I need some fresh air…” the former Crown Prince mumbled under his breath. Placing his heavily tattooed hands on the table, he pushed himself upwards, pulling his dark woollen coat around him. Turning up his coat collar and shoving his hands into his pockets, Leo walked where his heart took him, passing through the crowds who unknowingly were brushing shoulders with the mafia boss. It was only when Leo finally looked up, he found himself across the street from the University. “Fucking now or never I guess…” Leo shrugged, as he walked across the street.

It didn’t take him long to find out if Isabella was there or not; the packed lecture theatre gave it away. He slipped in quietly, hiding in the shadows as he watched her work. “But your Royal Highness, surely it is not fitting for someone of your stature to discuss economic growth in a democracy? Particularly when the democracy you were brought up in, it was your own family who created such laws?” Isabella’s eyes searched the theatre, her dark chocolate brown eyes narrowed slightly as she found her heckler. “There’s a few things I believe Señor that is important to have corrected - Please do not refer to me in any Royal regard, my name is Isabella Sánchez, so in this class, Ms. Sánchez is appropriate. Secondly, the Kingdom that I lived in may have been presided by a Royal family who were involved heavily in the decision making process, but there was an autonomous government in place to look out for the people… today, that Kingdom does not have said government and is ruled by one group of people - but that is a discussion for your European History classes, not mine…”

Without a blink, the petite brunette continued her presentation and no one else dared interrupt. If they had, Leo would have had their card marked immediately. He could feel her presence in the room, she was as captivating as she was all those years ago. Her posture and demeanour commanded respect even if she was no better than a commoner these days. Each word that she spoke, each syllable uttered, had authority. The former Crown Prince slowly began to smirk as he recalled the many times he and the Laurentian beauty found themselves after an argument in each others arms; Leo even admitted starting the argument just to have Isabella all riled up. Watching her pace from door to door as she spoke in her trademark 4” stiletto heels made Leo feel something; it wasn’t much but something. He was once completely infatuated by this woman; now she was an enigma to him. “Read up on the next few chapters…” Isabella spoke in her thick Laurentian accent that rolled off of her tongue as the lights in the theatre switched on.

Flicking through her notes, Isabella marked where she stopped, closing up her textbooks as the students filed out of the lecture hall; she didn’t notice the figure standing opposite her until he cleared his throat, “I think I prefer how Laurentian politics is governed now, more Cordonian in nature, don’t you think?” The former Crown Princess sucked in her cheeks at the distasteful comment before raising her head. Her almond shaped eyes widened in shock as her gaze met his, “Leo… I…” she stuttered, “What are you doing here?” The tall, sandy haired Cordonian raised his brow, “Surely it should be you answering that question, rather than me…” The Laurentian beauty’s expression softened as her eyes gazed upon the man she loved all her life. His tattooed skin told a story, each etching a different verse of the last eight years. “I needed a job…” Isabella finally cracked, “I’m sorry that’s it’s here…” Leo leaned over the table that separated them both with a mischievous smirk, “It’s rude for guests to just drop in without calling first…”

Closing the gap between them. Isabella didn’t flinch at Leo’s remark, she wasn’t afraid of him; no matter what he had become or what he had done. She wasn’t blind to his newly found reputation but hoped that what they had would keep her safe at least for now. Slowly, the petite brunette closed over the books she had with a smile, placing each one on top of the other. “It’s always good to see you Leo…” the older Rys brother moved to block in the former Crown Princess with a grin, “Have dinner with me…” he darkly chuckled, “Remind you of a little Cordonian hospitality…” Isabella pursed her lips, “I have prior commitments Señor… I must decline…” The sandy haired Cordonian clicked his tongue in annoyance, “What…?” How dare she even assume it was a no. “Bella…” Leo tilted his head to the left slightly until they heard a third voice in the background, “I… I am sorry, I didn’t realise that you were busy Ms. Sánchez…” but before Isabella could reply back, two girls in matching uniforms, their hair braided the exact same way and both looking like a clone of their mother burst through the door.

“Mama!” They happily chirped, “Come on! We’re going to be late for Ice Skating!” Isabella slowly nodded with a wry smile, conscious of her audience, “Sí, mi querida… of course. I wouldn’t miss it for the world…” ‘Mama?’ Everything was going so fast for Leo to comprehend what was unfolding in front of him. One of the girls looked up at him, her eyes narrowing as if she knew him from somewhere. They were both carbon copies of their mother, except for their striking hazel eyes and their hair a shade or two lighter. Isabella held them close to her, her arms across their chests as Leo took a step back, “Prior commitment… ah I see…” his gaze returning to the little girl who stared him down, “…well darlin’ enjoy your ice skating…” he began to smile warmly, shoving is hands once again into his pockets as those sea green eyes became lost, free falling almost in dark chocolate, “…We should take a rain check Ms. Sánchez…” As Leo walked away, Natalia pulled on her mother’s arm, “Mama… who was that man?” Isabella slowly rubbed the crown of her daughter’s head for comfort, “I knew him once upon a time mi amor, nothing to worry about…”

Later that evening, Liam found Leo outside with a cigarette, cradling a double measured whiskey. “You seem to be in a better mood…” the younger Rys brother brought his own drink to his lips, waiting for some type of acknowledgement. “I saw her today…” Leo finally spoke before taking another drag. Liam nodded, patiently waiting; not knowing if Leo would even discuss the subject further. “She looked good…” he mumbled, “…had two kids hangin’ off of her… some sorry sap got caught up, y’know?” Liam raised his brow in question, “How old were they?” The former Crown Prince simply shrugged, “Old enough to form sentences? Hell, how the fuck am I meant to know?” Sighing heavily, Liam knew he had to ask, cautiously playing devil’s advocate having known Isabella - it wasn’t in her nature to play around, unlike Leo. “Is there any possibility they could be yours?” but the question aggravated Leo even further, his whole body tightened at the insinuation.

With a clenched jaw, the older Rys brother spat back, “She would have fucking told me! That’s not shit you keep to yourself, Bella told me everything!” Reaching out, Liam patted his brother’s shoulder in comfort as Leo sighed heavily, his sea green eyes finally meeting Liam’s, “They went ice skating…” he finally cracked a very small smile through that cold exterior. Memories that he had pushed to the side for years kept flooding back to him; flashbacks of when he brought the petite brunette ice skating in Lythikos, spending evenings in the ski chalets cuddled up to one another by the fire. As Leo looked toward the distance one more, Liam squeezed his hand that still rested on his brother’s shoulder, “Brother…” he chimed, “You should speak with her… I can do some digging if you wish? Give Amalas a call?” but Leo just shook his head, “No need… Isabella can tell me herself when she’s ready…” he grunted as Liam nodded in acknowledgment. It was the first time in years that Liam had saw Leo have some form of human emotion. He always wanted to be a father, but no woman ever lived up to the unknown expectation of them. A few dates here and there but nothing serious, living up to his playboy persona but underneath it all; no one came close to what he wanted because he only wanted her.

#choices #the royal romance #leo x isabella #playchoices #choices fanfiction #choices king liam #king liam #trr drake #drake walker fanfic #drake walker

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grigori77 · 2 years ago

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Critical Role, Campaign 3 Episode 45

Marisha's "ow" in the middle of her suggestion and then just carrying on like it didn't actually happen is so adorable ... and then Laura doing a PSA ... XD "You may be weird looking, but you're opposable, damn it!" This may actually have been one of the least painful ads Sam's ever brought us. He should let the girls take the lead more often.

Wow ... is it just me or does that D&D Beyond plug feel somewhat strained and rote? I wonder why ...

Will Friedel? OMG!!! HELLO BOYO!!!

Welcome back, Taliesin ... "What is WRONG with you people?" Yeah, he just found out about the "sex ruse" ...

Ashton's reply to the Imogen message ... and now she doesn't have a slot to answer back. XD Oh, higher level? Okay ...

Travis counting her sigh as one of the words in the count ... XD

FCG suggesting they put Tuldus in their chest cavity, and then Chetney's fine about the idea but only if they chop him up so he'll fit in the first place ... yeah ...

Can Pate handle this responsibility? Oh dear, he's chuckling, that can't be a good sign. Wow, is he actually a bit dense? Awww, Laudna's finding his telepathic communication so cute.

Now they have him hogtied and stashed ... off to the Seminary, then.

FCG's still a bit sensitive? That's worrying.

Bizarre game controller comment is most amusing.

Oh, he's in disguise? Or something? What? What is going on? Oh, glamour ... what happened to him, though? I feel like there's a story here. Orym: "Did you get a job?" Ashton: "Kinda."

Oh gods, did Ashton just give Chetney wood?

Okay, who's Violet? Is this a problem? Yes, sounds like it might be. Oh shit, did he just give the game away? Chetney: "You freelanced on the side?!" Cops? Fighting? KIDNAPPING?!!! Oh for fuck's sake, Ashton!

The Baneful Brood? Hmmmm ...

MOBSTERS?!!! Oh shit ... it keeps getting worse ... he kidnapped a KENKU?!!! Unconscious? Tied up? What? Oh gods ... THE FEDS?!!! FCG: "What's a Fed?"

Oh, so he's like a snitch now? And yet because of the glamour he can never actually call in that favour now. XD This whole thing is ludicrous snd hilarious.

PASTRIES!!! Nice! :3 THAT makes everything all right again.

Vitro Isham? Okay then ...

Ashton: "Only my dignity is covered in food."

Their recent adventure: the Cliff's Notes version.

Yiosian calzone.

Whoa, did Matt just have to SHUSH half the group? XD

Ashton: "It's only after a break that you realise how WEIRD this group is."

The Ruby Vanguard are pissing everybody off, apparently ... rumours abound, and even Ashton heard about them in the kitchens. Interesting ...

Liam: "A satyr, a god and a robot walk into a bar."

The professor is IN. A firbolg! Okay! :3 Oh boy, this guy is ALREADY a hoot. Wow, Matt is REALLY getting his teeth RIGHT INTO this accent, isn't he?

That whole messaging conversation was a MESS and I loved it. XD

He knows Imahara Joe! Nice!

"Student Laudna ..."

Yes, disarm him, smart ...

A Harmonious Aeormaton! A Peacekeeper? Cool ... The Care and The Culling ... oh, yes, that sounds nasty ...

Oh boy ... mechanical prostate test! XD

He is HOLDING FCG'S POWER CORE IN HIS HANDS!!! A failsafe? Ooooooh ...

CAN he access his OLD memories? Hmmmm ...

Yes, he IS a person. :3 And YES. He is not his memories, he is what he CHOOSES to be. This Prof Isham is a SMART DUDE!!! And really quite sweet, too, it would seem.

FCG: "How can we register to vote?"

FCG wants him to turn him into an Easy Bake Oven ... XD

Oh sweet fuck this conversation sbout things no human being should mention ... XD Once again they're getting derailed by dirty minds ...

Fearne's badgering pays off ...

The Omen Archive ... a comprehensive database of Ruidusborn ... oh yeah, Roe Estani! Yeah ...

So the Exaltants are becoming more frequent, then? And yes ... Thul again ... she really is starting to turn into a proper bad penny in this mess ...

The Reilora? The dust storm dreams? HOLY FUCK!!! Wait ... whoa ... so these are the people who live in the city on Ruidus! Wow ...

It's starting to sound like there might be some kind of conflict going on UP THERE as well as down here because of all this. That is, frankly, COMPLETELY FUCKING TERRIFYING.

Fancy trapdoor game is SWEET!!!

Ooooooooooooooh ... what is this ... OH SHIT!!! The missing text from Vasselheim!

Oh shit! Older creepy elf dude! That's so bad!

Matt: "And that's where we're gonna take a break!"

"No." Fearne: "No what?" Oooooh shiiiiit!

Wisdom saving throw already? Fuck! 26? Phew ... Nice one, Ashley!

Martinet Ludinus Da'leth. Whoo ... and he means BUSINESS, clearly. And RUDE too!

Holy fuck creepy magic mind control! That is HORRIBLE!!!

Fuck, and he totally recognises Imogen because of her mother ... that is so bad!

Get out of the room. Both of you get out of this room RIGHT NOW.

What's round his neck?

Liam dropping RIGHT DOWN in the chair like he REALLY doesn't wanna be here right now and I DO NOT blame him, this is unbearably tense ... Travis is just chewing on his nails like he's super nervous too ...

Fuck ... has this guy been tracking Imogen through the dreams all this time?

The others are silently signaling them to get out of there now and I am SO TOTALLY WITH THEM right now ...

This is a really clunky plug Sam is trying to pull to cover this latest whisper ...

Da'leth: "I think your mother would like to see you." Oh shit ...

Fearne: "What are you doing with those papers?" Da'leth: "I wouldn't want go spoil the surprise." Okay ... yeah, this guy is TOTALLY giving me HUMONGOUS supervillain vibes ...

Oh yeah, I think Prof Sumal is just GONE now ...

Fearne, do not rob the nice lady.

Ashton's story grows more fascinating, clearly we missed some fun ...

Oh, they're all on the ball now ... this is so bad ...

Yes! Eshteross' cookies! :3

Everybody needs to get back to Imogen snd Fearne NOW.

Eep ... those Crimson arseholes are back ...

Orym trying to Nice Guy husband way around Carolle ... and Ashton has the silver spoon from the kitchen. XD I don't even want to THINK about what Chetney's doing ...

Imogen, what are you doing? Call Ryn? Oh yes ... yes, that's a good idea, she might be able to help ...

Laudna's first concern is IS IMOGEN ALL RIGHT. That is completely perfect.

I love how Ashton can be SO SWEET sometimes, it's just adorable. He tries to be so hard but really he's such a softy.

Imogen messages Ryn ... "Well shit ..." Yeah, we're with you there, luv.

Matt: "What did you roll?" Laura: " I rolled very ... 8."

So Ryn CAN fix her ... that is a relief.

Laudna checks through Pate's eyes ... he's poking the guy, apparently.

Holy fuck the loss of those papers was SPECTACULARLY bad ...

The return of the Flat Earth ... XD

Fey Realm. Totally, Fey Realm. Ashton: "Let's go recruit a fucking grandma."

Pate explodes on the guy's shoulder before reconstituting (very messily) on Laudna's. Oh boy ...

The Harrowcall Fens ... Ligament Manor? Morri keeps getting more and more disquieting by the second.

Chetney reveals how much he's just been taking the piss as a so-called Planewalker. Ryn is unimpressed, but in an amused way. XD

Ryn: "Cuddle up! It's gonna be a ride!" FCG: "Hope I don't kill you all on the way."

And she sends them into the Feywild ...

A magical marshland ... swampy forest ... this is strangely familiar. Oooh, the toads ...

Laudna: "I still have that baggie of weird drugs." Orym: "Not right now."

Fearne says she knows EXACTLY where she is. Roll shit. She has NO IDEA.

Weird as plant tells them where to go ... of course it does ...

Fearne is ... DIFFERENT here. Oh boy ... she us like totally in the Uncanny Valley now here. Oh shit! Fearne's like the Spirit of the Forest in Princess Mononoke right now!

Chetney is completely freaking out right now and I DO NOT blame him.

Morri loves to entertain ... oh boy ...

Who's Doctor Nesbitt? Do I want to know?

Marisha: "Matt's being so creepy!" Matt (exasperated): "I'M LOOKING AT MY WIFE!!!"

Laudns introduces herself to the flowers ... oh boy ... she gets overzealous ... no, they like her ... fucking hell this is so bizarre ... oh shit, they REALLY like her ... oh boy, this is getting REALLY weird now ... oh no, has Laudna offended them now?

Oh gods, NOW what has she done? The trees are angered, it looks like ...

Imogen: "Tell me this us your grandmother, Fearne." Fearne: "It's just the trees."

FCG's SINGING to the trees now ... yeah, I didn't think that would work ...

Natural 1 ... oh boy ... Fearne is NOT getting anywhere here ...

DOES SHE have Speak With Plants? Rolling at disadvantage ... 26? That's at DISADVANTAGE?!!! Wow ...

They can get out if they SING, apparently ...

Oh boy, this is getting embarrassing ... yes, I agree with Matt, this is totally a DIN. They start singing: "Dying In Your Arms Tonight" ... Laura rolls a Nat 20 AND a Nat 1 ... wow ... but Ashley rolls SWEET too and saves the day.

They're free! Phew!

The flowers start screaming and WE start screaming ... oh, that was a GOOD THING? Fucking hell ...

Fearne can smell Morri's lanterns. Okay ...

Toucan Sam ... XD

Secret glade ... massive tree ... draping vines ... empty wooden cages ... decorative wreaths ... yeah, this place is, like, SO FUCKED UP ... kind of beautiful too, though ...

Morri invites them in ... Travis' face is PRICELESS. He is SO creeped out ... knitted dolls, bones, weird potted plants ... he's hating it even more and I love it ... XD

Okay ... Morri is BIG. And WEIRD. Giraffe neck extending out ... freaky ET face, but with sharp teeth ... oh my fucking gods ... it's a nightmare version of when Gertie dresses ET up in drag, isn't it?

Tiki Bar? A TIKI BAR?!!!

Matt: "And THAT'S where we're gonna call it a night!"

Oof ... so, NO Crit Role this week ... but IT IS the premiere of TLOVM season 2 so it's all cool!

#critical role #crit role campaign 3 #campaign 3 spoilers #campaign 3 episode 45 #matt mercer #marisha ray #laudna #travis willingham #chetney pock o'pea #laura bailey #imogen temult #liam o'brien #orym of the air ashari #ashley johnson #fearne calloway #taliesin jaffe #ashton greymoore #sam riegel #fresh cut grass

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DARKMAN- 1990 ⭐️⭐️

Liam Neeson plays a scientist attacked by mobsters. He survives but is horribly burned and gets powers. He sets his sights on revenge...

Kind of slow and boring. Its kind of like a bad Eric Draven mixed with a totally lame superhero. There are some good bits, Darkman flipping out at the carnival is good stuff.

Directed by Sam Raimi.

#darkman #movie #film #movie review #liam neeson #sam raimi

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will has a (private) existential crisis upon the realization that u cannot, in fact, let children have full freedom if u want them to survive past infancy. once he adapts, though, he is excellent at motivating them

liam cries along with the kids when they get in trouble. somewhat surprisingly, he gets strict if they try anything dangerous. u elbow him when the kids don't want to do homework & he says "it's okay, school isn't my thing either!". sweets for dinner

harry pranks his children constantly. grumbles at them when they keep believing whatever he says. the type to trick his kids into doing what they're supposed to. sweets for dinner

elbert would probably have his children taken away if cps existed in 19th century london. alfons has to sneak them outside

alfons feels like the type to care for existing kids, not make more. if he did, though, they'd be climbing all over him constantly while he pouted about it (he loves it). tells a three year old that he won't solve her problems for her

roger is the Dad™️. he will bully the other members of crown into having tea parties with his daughter. she will also know how to shoot by the age of four at the latest

jude will absolutely recruit his children into doing accounting for the business or something. will get mad if u point out how cute the kids look in the mobster hats he gave them. encourages rivalry w roger's kids; gives them tips on how to trash-talk properly

ellis is a gentle parenting king, but u have to train the kids early on to NEVER say that this is the happiest they've ever been. which is difficult bc he constantly, yknow, makes them the happiest they've ever been. holidays and birthdays are always OVERFLOWING with gifts. terrible w making them do homework

victor would probably also get his kids taken away if cps existed tbh. thinks it's absolutely darling when the toddler figures out how to get into the weapons stash. carries them on his shoulders at murder scenes & condemnations. they all make a mean macaron tho

HYPOTHETICALLY SPEAKING, maybe lore aside, what kind of dads would the ikevil guys be?

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tctmp · 2 years ago

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Action Crime Thriller

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Book Review: Distraction (Mobsters + Billionaires #4) by Kelly Fox

Read my reviews of the previous books in the Mobsters + Billionaires series: Extradition (#1) | Protection (#2) | Attraction (#3) The relationship between enforcer Hopper and Liam, his RICO agent, has been teased from the beginning of this fantastic series, and the final reveal of the full arc did not disappoint. A lot of the set-up for how Liam becomes an inextricable part of this found family…

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#book cover #book review #books #contemporary romance #Distraction #fiction #gay romance #Kelly Fox #Mobsters + Billionaires #novel #queer romance #reading #romance

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Cold Vengeance- Crimson Rain chapter 18

Pairing: Bastien x Liza; Liam x Raven

Word count: 2,458

Warnings: angst, character death, gun violence, sexist bullshit, artistic license

Summary: A problem is dealt with.

A/N: Huge thank you to @sirbeepsalot for being my never ending fruit basket.

Series warnings: Mobster AU, there will be violence, and death. Possible NSFW to come. Possibly dark and deals with pregnancy loss. If you ask to be tagged you acknowledge you are at least 18 years of age.

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Disclaimer: I own my OC’s, the rest I’m simply borrowing from PB for a bit.

Two years ago; Trenton, New Jersey- Liam:

You can do it. This is what you wanted. He tried to reassure himself but his stomach was filled with knots and a feeling of dread. What if father is correct and Madeline is the best person? He shook his head, he couldn’t think like that. He knew even if this wasn’t the life that Raven truly wanted that she was more than capable to lead alongside him.

It was time for him to stop dragging his feet and get it over with. He needed to make it clear to her that he never planned to marry her. He knocked on her door, hoping it sounded more like authority than the nerves he battled. She is not going to be happy. He knew Madeline would likely fight him on this. She always did when he pushed things back, she would certainly fight him on ending the engagement entirely.

“Come in.”

Her shrill voice made a shiver run down his spine. He’d always likened her voice to nails scraping down a chalkboard, loud and harsh. He fixed a smile on his face as he stepped into her room. He would finally be free of her. His father would be less than happy but he was dying; Liam refused to be forever tied to a woman he couldn’t stand when there was someone he actually cared about willing to give him everything he’d always wanted.

“Liam.” Her voice turned sugary sweet as her eyes fell on him.

His stomach roiled. How did I ever agree to an engagement with her? She was so fake and shallow. She never cared for him, only what she would gain at his side. “Madeline, I came to talk to you about our engagement.” The faster he did this the faster he would be rid of her.

“Are you finally ready to set a date?” Her voice grew harder.

He could read the worry behind her words, even as she tried to keep her voice sweet and even; it was fake, just like everything about her. He swallowed. He chose to do this in her room because he knew she would cause a scene. He knew her voice would become higher and shriller than it usually was, she would scream and likely throw things. No, it was best to do it here, but that didn’t mean he was ready for her tirade. “No.” He watched her smile drop. He braced himself for the screams to come. “I’m ending it. We are never getting married.” Maybe it was harsh, but his father taught him to make sure he was clear with his words, to never allow there to be any question as to what he meant.

Her eyes narrowed. “I don’t accept it. I refuse.”

“I don’t care if you accept it Madeline, I’m not marrying you, ever.”

She let out a high pitched shriek. “You will marry me Liam Rhys! It’s your duty to marry me!”

Liam felt himself fill with anger. His entire life had been mapped out for him since he was eight years old; he was told what to do and who to marry. If he was to rule when his father died, he would do it on his own terms. “Madeline you may scream all you want but I’m not marrying you.” He turned and walked towards the door.

“Nooooo!” She shrieked, her hand wrapped around the crystal vase of flowers. She launched it at the door; the vase shattered, water and flowers raining on the floor.

Liam carefully stepped over the debris. “Goodbye Madeline.”

“I will rule by your side Liam Rhys! I will have the empire I was promised!”

No, Madeline, you won’t. He closed the door behind him. He knew his father would come down on him for his decision, but he would not be forced to marry her any longer.

Present day; Trenton, New Jersey:

Madeline straightened her back. “You should be, you clearly don’t know who I am.”

“I know you think you’re more important than you are. I know you clearly have no idea who I am. I promise you I’m way more powerful than you might think.”

Madeline rolled her eyes. Just another delusional soul, I can handle her easily. Her eyes went wide as Bastien and Olivia stepped up behind Liza and Hope. Who the hell is she?!

Liza smiled. “As you can see I’m far more connected than you are. I have the backing of two families, while you’ve been thrown out of yours.” She lowered her voice so only Madeline could hear. “You take one step near my family today and I will end you no matter who may see.” Madeline blanched. “But make no mistake, mine will be the last face you see.”

Madeline forced a smile on her lips. She refused to be made to cower in fear. Who cares if she knows Bastien?! “You think I’m afraid of him?” She laughed. “The Rhys family kept him cowering for years!”

“Is that what you think?” Liza snorted. “Even if he was scared of The Rhys family you aren’t associated with them anymore.”

Surely she doesn’t know. “Who told you that lie?”

“Liam, when Hope told him about your visit to see Emmaline.” Liza turned to Bastien. “Bas, give me your gun.”

Bastien reached under his jacket and pulled his Glock 19 from its holster, handing the weapon to Liza with a smile.

“You threatened my family. You questioned me. You showed up to the funeral of the woman you murdered. Why should I allow you to walk away?”

Madeline’s eyes darted around looking for a friendly face in a sea of people. “How did I threaten your family?” Madeline pointed at Hope. “She’s Emmaline’s daughter.” As long as she’s talking she’s not shooting.

“Yes, but I’m Bastien’s wife.” Liza pulled back the slide. “Open or closed?”

“Open or closed what?” Hope questioned confused. She knew they did questionable things and the promise Liza made but surely she wouldn’t do it now in the open?

“Casket.” Olivia answered. “Closed I think.”

Liza nodded leveling the gun at Madeline’s head. “Any last words?”

Madeline swallowed. “You can’t—”

Pop

The stillness of the cemetery broke as birds took flight and surprised shrieks filled the air. Liza smiled as Madeline’s body dropped to the ground. “Don’t mess with my family.”

“You know you could have stabbed her.” Olivia looked around as people scattered. “We should get out of here.”

“I didn’t want to get blood on my dress.” Liza said as she replaced the gun in Bastien’s holster. “Come on Hope, let's go home.” She looped her arm in hers, pulling the stunned woman's eyes away from the dead body.

Hope shook as she slid into the sleek black SUV next to Liza. She just. Out in the open. Her head swam, she wasn’t sure which way was up, how to feel.

Relieved, she felt less fear than she had since the day she learned of her mother’s death. Does this mean? She was surprised that she felt actual fear that they would send her away now that she no longer needed to worry about Madeline coming after her.

“Hope.” Liza’s voice was soft and full of understanding. “Do you want us to take you back to Linda’s?”

No! She finally found a place where she actually felt like she fit in and she never wanted to leave. She looked up at Liza; maybe she should be afraid to be around her, but all she wanted to do was collapse into her arms. “What? No.” She shook her head.

“Are you sure? We understand if what happened changes things for you.” She paused. “But I couldn’t let her walk away. I knew if I did she could disappear. I’m sorry you had to see that Hope.”

“No. Umm, I mean I was surprised, I didn’t expect you to do it with so many people around, but I understand.”

“Actually it was better that she did it now. So many people, everyone dressed in black, we would be less likely to be noticed.” Olivia looked over from the front seat. “I still say you should have stabbed her.”

“I didn’t want to give her a chance to fight back, plus I really like this dress.” Liza turned back to Hope and took her hand. “Are you sure you want to come back with us?”

“Yes.” I finally have a real family.

“If you ever change your mind, tell us.” Bastien called from the front seat.

Hope glanced out the window, would she change her mind? No. She finally had what she’d searched for her entire life. It was far from a conventional family; sure, they had more secrets than most but she also felt more love with them in a few short weeks than she had in the longest time with Linda. She finally had a place where she belonged. “I won’t.” She looked around the car at her family. “This is where I belong.”

Eight years ago; Philadelphia, Pennsylvania- Bastien/Liza:

Liza glared at the middle aged man sitting across from her. “I don’t understand what we are doing here, there is nothing wrong with her outfit.” She once again scanned Olivia, her shorts were tight but fell below her fingertips, her tank top was flowy and not even remotely low cut.

The principal sighed in exasperation. “Her bra straps were exposed. That’s a clear violation of the dress code.”

“Liv, raise your arms, twist, move about.”

Olivia did as she was instructed, she knew Liza was trying to help, maybe if someone would listen to her it would become clear.

“They aren’t falling.”

“She must have tightened them.” The principal replied clearly annoyed with Liza and her insistence that Olivia hadn’t violated the dress code.

“Maybe if you listened to me.” Olivia hissed under her breath.

“Listened to you about what Liv?” Liza asked.

“Yes, my bra straps were exposed, but it was because of the boy behind me. He kept snapping my bra and when I ignored him he pulled down my straps.”

Bastien grinned as he watched Liza’s face morph in rage. Any meetings with the principal or teacher had become more entertaining since Liza came into his life. He just sat back and let her deal with the incompetence.

“So what I’m hearing is that Olivia was the victim to sexual harassment and yet she’s being sent home for a dresscode violation?”

“Umm… well…” the principal sputtered. “We weren’t aware.”

“You weren’t aware because you wouldn’t listen to the victim. I want the boy punished.”

“We can’t interrupt his education based on hearsay. If someone had seen it, it would be different.”

“But you can interrupt her education based on a bullshit dress code violation? Her education has been interrupted twice now. Once by the boy, once by this meeting, and you want to interrupt it a third time by sending her home when she did nothing wrong. If you refuse to punish the boy but punish her then the problem is you and not what she’s wearing.”

The principal stared at Liza. “Very well, Olivia, you may return to class.”

“Thank you. Next time maybe listen to her before you try to punish her.” I can’t wait to be done with this goddamn school.

Present day; Trenton, New Jersey:

Raven gasped, her hand flying to cover her mouth as they grew close enough to see the cause of the commotion. Her stomach churned and she had to fight the urge to vomit. As much as she hated Madeline, she never expected to see her like this, her body still, a bullet hole between her blank eyes.

“They didn’t.” Liam’s blood boiled, his hands clenched into fists by his sides. As much as he wanted to deny it, it was clear by the familiar platinum blonde hair and lifeless green eyes staring up at him that they very much did. “She was mine. Mine to deal with, mine to kill.” All the crimes committed by the woman lying crumpled at his feet were done against him; he was the one who should have handled it. A new wave of rage washed over him. They stole his kill and sullied his mother’s funeral. Bastien may not have been the one who initially took his mother from him like he believed but he took his one chance of retribution from him today. Why did they feel they had the right to be here? To do this? He felt consumed by his rage. They clearly had no respect for him. His need for vengeance was pushed to the side. They may have taken his kill but now they left him to clean up the mess.

He considered a cover up, but with so many present a missing body would draw more questions than leaving her be. Police were the last thing he wanted to deal with, but he was trained to handle them. They would question him and take names of the guests, soon they would leave and eventually the trail would go cold. He owned this city, this state, even with the report he could make this go away with ease.

Finally, can I just lay my mother to rest?! Liam nodded at the squat detective in cheap, ill-fitting suit rejoined him and Raven. Raven truly was the woman for him, easily turning on the waterworks playing the bereaved friend with ease. “Did you get everything detective?”

“We spoke to the mourners who stayed, were able to gather names from your guest book of those who left. We also spoke to a few mourners who were visiting the cemetery. We will contact those who didn’t hang around, I feel confident we will find the perpetrator.”

Liam suppressed a laugh. He highly doubted that they would have signed the guestbook. It was just as well, the case would soon enough be cold. “Thank you, I trust that you will find however was responsible and they we pay.”

“I’m sorry this put a damper on an already bleak day.”

“Detective!” A young man in uniform shouted. “We have a problem.”

“What is it officer?”

“It seems our victim had a restraining order.”

“Okay, on who.”

The officer swallowed thickly his eyes falling on Liam. “Liam Rhys.”

“This is outrageous. It’s my mother’s funeral.”

“Mister Rhys, I’m afraid you’re going to have to come to the station to answer a few more questions.”

Liam seethed, everything she’d done to terrorize his family and she filed a restraining order against him? All the stars had aligned in the worst possible way leaving him as their number one suspect.

He would clear his name.

He would make them pay.

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spellbindingnights:

Liam liked to think of himself as an honorable mobster. His word means something, and he’s someone with a certain moral code and some things are off limits: human trafficking, violence against women and children, for example. He was good to his people, to those who were loyal to him, he protected them. And Colleen, while old enough, she was still his baby niece, his god-child. Everyone was very worried, all of his siblings were, but none of them could do what they wanted to do.

“Yeah, I offered her to come over to the State” he commented. “But you know her, she’s young and making her way in the art world… she can’t stop living her life in case Moira shows up” Colleen was young and strong and free-spirited, she wasn’t going to hide forever, even if she was paralyzed with fear whenever the woman appeared. Liam rubbed his face with both hands, letting out a tired sigh. “Sorry… you’ve been through a lot and I’m dumping this on you…”

Katarina always thought of Liam as a great man, looking up to him ever since they were little kids. Growing up, her admiration for the man increased as well as she got to know him better. He was kind and caring, although serious and deadly, the side she got to see of him was quite honourable. The way he would do just about anything for his family was a trait she found very valuable and quite attractive. “Can’t say I don’t understand her.” The blonde shrugged her shoulders, a soft smile on her lips. “I guess she’s trying, in spite of the issues with her mother.”

The woman could tell he was tired, well aware of the little sleep he usually got, instinctively taking her hand to his hair, beginning to run her fingers soothingly through his dark locks. “I always enjoy listening to you, srce.” She confessed, a light grin on her lips as she stared at him lovingly. “Besides, you saved me. I feel such peace being here with you.”

#liam & katarina #spellbindingnights

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An Unexpected Love- A Mobster TRR AU Crossover

Summary: Bella, the daughter of murdered King of New York Adrian Raines, wants revenge. The Rhys family killed her parents to take the throne. Now she will stop at nothing until she gets her revenge.

A/N: I was away for awhile taking care of a few personal issues thank you for your patience

This is my first time writing. This is a love story eventually but it does get dark. I was inspired by @katurrade by her Mobster Liam AU and decided to try my hand at writing. This is unbeta. All mistakes are mine. I hope you enjoy.

Disclaimer: All characters belong to choices by Pixelberry. I’m just borrowing them. Same with the pics they are not mine.

Warnings: violence, cursing, murder, revenge, assassination. By reading you are acknowledging you are at least 18 years of age.

Word count: 1245

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Chapter 12

Bella got ready the next day. She kept herself

occupied most of the day but now it was late

afternoon. Liam has been texting her and calling her.

He left her several messages. She had not listened to

them yet. She did not want to hear his voice. She

loved him that part she knew. How can you love and

hate someone so much? Her emotions were all over

the place. She knew if she heard his voice it would

cause her heart to rip open again.

She opened her nightstand drawer and looked at a

picture of her and her parents. A tear slipped down

her cheek as she looked at them, anger boiling in her

veins. She needed to remember the reason she was

doing all of this. She couldn’t let Liam get in the way.

She needed to force down all her feelings. If she

didn’t it would not only be dangerous for her, her

parents would not be avenged. She closed her eyes

picturing her parents and how happy they were. How

much they loved each other. How their lives were cut

short. All for a crown, for power. She took a deep

breath and texted Liam.

Bella: Hey handsome, I’m sorry I didn’t get back to

you. I just got back in town.

She waits for his reply and her phone starts ringing.

Dammit, why couldn’t he just texted me back. She

keeps her parents photo in her left hand. She takes a

deep breath looking down at her parents photo

before answering the phone in her right hand.

“Hello?”

“Hey beautiful, I was so worried about you. Are you

okay?”

Her heart jumps hearing his voice. He sounds

like he really missed her. She could hear the worry

and relief in his voice.

“Im fine Liam. How are you?”

“Better now that I’m talking to you. I missed you so

much Love.”

Bella shuts her eyes taking a deep breath trying to

sound normal. Stay strong Bella.. She tells herself.

“I missed you too.”

“Are you at home? I want to see you.”

A tear falls down her face, the photo in her hand shaking.

“Liam, I had a really long flight, I’m just really tired. Can I call you tomorrow?”

there’s a pause before Liam asks, “Bella…..are you okay? You sound different.”

...Shit… she thinks.

“Im okay. Just tired. I really missed you too. I want to see you but I’m exhausted.”

“Let me come over, I can draw you a bath and give you a massage. I...I need to see you...please.”

Bella closes her eyes trying to keep together. Fuck why did he have to be so perfect. Don’t fall for it Bella. She glances at the picture again for strength.

“Baby, I missed you too, but really I just want to shower and go to sleep.” We can meet tomorrow, okay?

Another pause. She can hear his sigh thru the phone.

“Okay Love, I will call you tomorrow. I love you Bella... so much.”

She digs her nails into her palm drawing blood.

“I love you too Liam. I will talk to you tomorrow.”

“FUCK!!!” she screams, not bothering to wipe the

tears that fall as she grabs a shot glass and bottle.

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Liam hangs up the phone. An ache in his heart. He

really wanted to see Bella. She sounded different…..

maybe she was having second thoughts? Maybe

there's someone else? The thought of Bella with

someone else brought out a rage in him he never felt

before. She was his and his alone.

He thinks back to when he saw her for the first time

after thinking that she was dead. The joy and

happiness he felt. He knew it was fate and that they

were meant to be together forever. They way they

made love….he assumed that she felt the same way.

Could she be in a relationship? She didn’t even bother to text him once during the past couple of

days. He just realized he knew nothing about her life

over the past 5 years. Maybe she is already with

someone. Someone as beautiful as her couldn’t be

single. He was just so happy she was alive that he

didn’t even stop to consider that she might have

moved on. She said herself that she didn’t remember

him. Here he was pouring his heart out to her, how

she was his love, and she could be taken. No! It

doesn't matter if she’s with someone. I lost her once.

I wont lose her again. Bella is his life his world. He

would be with her not matter what it cost. He gets up

from his desk pacing. He needed to find out about

her, but how? He promised her he would keep her

secret. There was only one person he could trust. He

picks up his phone and makes a call.

“Hey Li, whats up?”

Drake, there’s something I need you to do. It has to stay between us…..”

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Constantine is in his office reviewing the footage of

the hotel Bastien sent over. He sees the same

women that was with Tariq walk out of the hotel

alone. He can see her get into a dark colored SUV but

cant make out much more. The camera is too far

away. There is no footage of anyone else with her.

The Phoenix had to be waiting in the room already,

but how? The room was Tariq’s not hers. He tells

himself. He was trying to get info on the Phoenix but

was not able to come up with much. Most of it was

hearsay from others. Those who did see the Phoenix

face to face met their untimely deaths. He was a

shadow, a ghost. Constantine grabs the phone to

make a call.

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After a few shots, Bella stands up and starts to pace

thinking how she will even be able to be “normal”

when she sees Liam tomorrow. She knows she won’t

be able to put off seeing him for another day. She

decides to train again for a few hours before bedtime

to clear her mind. Exhausted, she has a few more

drinks and falls asleep quickly.

Bella finds herself walking down the hall. She is excited and nervous to tell her parents about Liam. She decides to tell them now before the show. She gets to her parents bedroom and hears their voices, the door was open just a crack. She peeks inside and sees her father talking to her mother. “We must be careful” her father says. If it is true and he is a traitor, he will come after all of us. I have no doubt.” Her mother gets up from the bed hugging her father. “Adrian”, she tells him. “We must keep Bella safe.” I can't bear to lose her, or you.” she says sobbing. I won’t let anything happen to you or Bella.” Her father tells her mother holding her close. “Let us just enjoy tonight together as a family. “Tomorrow Constantine will be dealt with.” Surprised by what she has heard, she runs to her room. Constantine...wants us dead? She would have to wait to tell them about Liam. Their lives were in danger.

Bella startles awake drenched in sweat.

“Constantine…….. he knew. He knew my father found

out he was a traitor. That’s why he took him out first.”

she whispers.

Chapter 13

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katurrade · 6 years ago

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Secrets and Sins Epilogue

This is not your normal TRR story. This is a complete AU. A mobster AU. It’s also written in a reader format, not a MC format. (Y/N = Your Name. Y/L/N = Your Last Name) Enjoy!Description: You flee from an abusive situation and find yourself on the other side of the country, creating new friends and possibly finding new love. But will you be able to escape your past? To truly move on with your life? Or will everything come crashing down around you in the blink of an eye. Catch up HERE.

Word Count: 4,120 ish.

Pairing: Mobster!Liam x Reader.

Rating: 18+

Warnings: Violence. Drinking. Curse words. Possible NSFW content in later chapters. Flashbacks of abusive behaviour, and moments of abuse. Possible triggering thoughts and feelings. Probably more warnings to come. A/N: *throws canon out the damn window* YEET.

This is it guys and gals, the final piece to the Secrets and Sins series. I adored writing this story and was so overwhelmed by the love it got from you all. Thank you so much for joining me in this fun and crazy ride! I’ll be finishing off CBM sometime this week and then will be jumping head first into the next TRR AU series! So stay tuned! And enjoy S&S’s final chapter!! Oh! Also, if any of you writers or readers have the urge to write a Mobster AU, pleeeeeease dooo it! And tag me in it! I adore them and want—No! Need! I need more!!!

You woke up to the sun shinning in through the giant bay bedroom window. You slowly opened your eyes as they adjusted to the world around you. Or rather, the handsome blonde sleeping in front of you. You both were on your sides, facing each other, with his arms around you, holding you close. Your eyes traveled his face, he looked so calm, so peaceful. Your mind drifted back to the events from a year ago, and just how far you both had come...

1 year ago.

The morning after the gala and the amazing first night you spent with Liam, you both woke up to a bunch of knocks at the bedroom doors. Liam groaned then climbed out of bed, grabbing his shirt off the floor and handing it to you before pulling on his sweats. He waited till you put the shirt on and covered your lower body with the blankets then he opened the door to find Drake on the other side. Drake looked passed him and his eyes widened for a second then a grin formed on his lips. He looked back at Liam and wiggled his eyebrows.

Liam groaned again and racked a hand down his face “What do you want, Walker?”

You and Drake laughed then he spoke up “Well, I now have new questions but we will revisit those later.” He waved it off and smirked as he pushed passed Liam into the room.

Liam sighed then shut the door “Yes by all means, please come on in, Drake.” He said exasperatedly.

“You’re gunna want to hear what I have to say, Boss.” Drake replied as he reached the foot of the bed and turned to face Liam, he was all business now.

Liam straighten up instantly at Drakes change in tone “What is it?”

“Last night, while you were putting Y/N in the car, I overheard Madeleine on the phone. At the time what she said didn’t mean anything but I quickly clued in later on, when Y/N called you.”

“What did she say on the phone?” Liams voice was deep, dark even. You figured he was piecing things together now, just like you were. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to clue into where Drake was going with this.

“All I heard was ‘She’s leaving now.’”

You watched as anger flashed in Liams eyes and his jaw clenched tightly, then he walked around the bed and picked his phone up off the nightstand. Quickly typing something, your guess was a text. He looked up from the phone and locked eyes with you, you could tell he was still tense but looking at you seemed to calm him, just a little.

“What is your plan, Liam?” Drake asked hesitantly.

But before he could respond his phone pinged in his hand. He broke the eye contact with you and looked down at his phone again. A vengeful smirk graced his face and it sent a chill down your spine. You would have never wished in a thousand years to be Madeleine, the thought had never even crossed your mind. But in this exact moment it did, and you were fucking thankful you weren’t her. Whatever Liam had planned, it was not going to be pretty. That much you knew.

“You’ll see.” He finally responded to Drakes question “Now, if you’ll excuse us, we both need to get dressed.” He ushered Drake out if the room before he could say anything else, closing the door behind him.

“Liam..?” You softly asked, not sure if you even should. He turned and walked back towards the bed, sitting on the edge of it staring at the door “She is the reason he was here, the reason he was able to find you last night. To attack you.” He turned to look at you “I can’t let her get away with that.”

“So what are you going to do?”

“What I have to. What she deserves.” He said firmly, unwaveringly.

Your eyes widened “Please tell me you’re not going to kill her!?” There had been enough death around you in the last 24 hours and even though you hated Madeleine, more then really anyone else now, she didn’t deserve to die for being a petty little bitch. Even if her being gone would make your life much easier. Would guarantee your safety even more. But you had Liam, you knew he’d always protect you and there wasn’t really much Madeleine could do to you now.

“It’s what she deserves, Y/N.” he growled out then paused and took a deep breath, clearly not wanting to take his anger out on you. He levelled out his voice “She almost got you killed. I can’t allow her to continue living.” He shook his head “Not if it risks your life.”

Then you had an idea “What if there is another way?” You asked.

“I don’t see how there could be?” He raised a sceptical brow at you.

“Just hear me out...”

Later that night.

Liam heard the front door open and someone entering the foyer. He left his room and began down the stairs, his demeanour was calm, collected. As to not give away his true emotions. His eyes landed on her, Madeleine, now standing at the bottom of his stairs. The grin on her face almost broke his resolve, but he fought through it and smiled back at her. It was fake, but she’d never be able to tell. “Madeleine, thank you for joining me.” He said as she descended the final steps towards her.

“I was so happy to hear from you,” she mused then her head turned as she looked around the home, or at least at what she could see from where she stood. “Where’s Y/N?” She asked innocently.

What Madeleine didn’t know was that the night before, Anton had failed at kidnapping Y/N. Bash had gotten Mara out of the car and off to the hospital, with the help of Sam. While Drake and James dealt with the 4 bodies and Antons truck. They had managed to keep everything quiet, and out of the news and gossip circles. Buying Liam the time to lure Madeleine out so he could deal with her. So as of now, Madi was oblivious to what was coming her way. But she’d learn pretty damn fast. “I don’t know,” He shrugged nonchalantly as he reached the bottom of the stairs “She wasn’t in her room last night.” He added, it wasn’t a lie. “Not sure where she went.”

“Oh,” she tried to fake shock, but failed “I’m sorry to hear that, Liam, but most woman just aren’t cut out for this lifestyle, I guess.” She shrugged as well. “You need someone who is.” She smirked, wickedly.

“It’s funny you should say that,” He started to lead her down the hall, to the right, towards his office “because I was just thinking the same thing.”

“And do you have someone in mind?” She cooed as they reached his office door.

“I do.” He said as he opened the door and walked in, Madi following close behind.

The second the door was closed he moved quickly. He spun around on her and his hand went to her lower throat as he pushed her up against the wall, pulling the hidden gun from the back waistband of his pants. He always kept one there, just in case. He pointed it in her face and the anger was now written all over his. “And it’s not you.” He growled “How fucking dare you. You think I wouldn’t find out you were behind Anton being here!?” He yelled “You think I don’t know what happens in my fucking city, Madi?”

Her eyes were so wide it looked like they were about to burst out if her head “L-liam, let me explain!” She quickly stuttered out.

“Too late for explanations, Madi, you betrayed me. My trust. And now you will pay for it. I can’t allow you to continue living. Not now.” He seethed and shook his head “You brought this on yourself.”

“W-wait!” She put her hands up in surrender “J-just hear me out!”

“Too late.” He clicked off the safety but then the door burst open, slamming into the wall with a bang and Madi damn near jumped out of her skin. Both of them turning there heads to look at you.

“Liam! Wait!” You yelled as she abruptly entered the room. “Please don’t kill her Liam. Please.” You pleaded, as you stood just in the doorway hands up in front of you, in an attempt to calm him.

“She deserves to die for what she did to you!” He spat as he turned to look back at Madeleine again.

“She doesn’t,” you shook your head “I can’t condone you killing her for me. If anything I should be thanking her, she helped me eradicate Anton from my life, along with the bounty.”

“She betrayed my trust.” He growled.

“So?” You stepped closer to him, cautiously “Did you actually ever trust her to begin with?” He looked at you for a moment before he narrowed his eyes and flicked them back to Madi, who had stayed completely silent this whole time. Her eyes still wide and shifting between you both as you spoke. Then he shook his head “That doesn’t matter, you can’t betray the fucking King of New York and live.”

“I understand that,” You reached out your hand, slowly and placed it on his wrist, urging him to lower his gun “but she wasn’t doing it to betray you. She was doing it, in her mind, for you.”

His eyes looked first at your hand on his wrist, then darted up to lock onto yours. After a few intense seconds he sighed and lowered the gun. But his hand remained on her lower neck, pinning her to the wall still. “Then what do you think we should do with her?” He asked calmly though the frustration and anger in his voice was still evident. You thought it over for a moment then answered “Send her away. Kick her out of New York, never to be allowed to return. She may not deserve to die, but she doesn’t deserve to stay here either.”

Madeleine looked at you and you could almost see the relief in her eyes at your words then she looked towards Liam. He shook his head “She’d never stay away, I can’t risk her trying to harm you again.” He lifted up the gun once more and pointed it at her.

“Please Liam—“ you started to beg but then Madi spoke up “No! No, I promise.” She quickly spat out “I-i’ll leave. I’ll never come back. Y-you won’t ever hear from me again!”

“How do I know you’re telling the truth?”

“Because I don’t want to die,” She shook her head “you have to believe that. I know you believe that.”

“Then how do I know you won’t just hire someone to kill Y/N.”

“You don’t,” she said honestly and Liams grip on her neck tightened “but! But,” she quickly added hands up in defence again “She could have let you kill me, however, she didn’t. If you let me walk away, I’ll owe her my life. I won’t send anyone after her, I swear it on my life.”

The whole time she was talking, his eyes stayed glued to you. Just as yours did to him. After a very intense moment, Liam looked back at Madi and released her from his hold. Lowering the gun and setting the safety again before tucking it back into the waist band of his pants. Madeleine collapsed to the floor as you moved towards her, to comfort her.

Liam straighten up “Madeleine, I hereby ban you from the state of New York, you have 12 hours to get out or I will kill you.” He turned and walked towards his desk as you helped Madeleine up and started to walk her towards the door but you both paused as he spoke up again “Oh and Madi, if you ever step foot in my city again, or if harm ever comes to Y/N because of you, it will be a instant death sentence. I will hunt you down and finish what we started here today.”

She looked from you to him then nodded her answer and that she understood what he had told her. You walked her down the hall and to the front door “Thank you.” She whispered.

You turned to her and shook your head “You don’t need to thank me, I don’t believe anyone deserves to die because of me. My life is not worth more then another’s.”

“Not many people would hold the same sentiments as you. So I do need to thank you. I’d be dead right now if it wasn’t for you.”

“Well I’m glad you aren’t and I hope you can find a new, peaceful life for yourself out there. I truly do.”

She smiled at you, and for the first time ever, you believed it was a real one. A true smile. Then she nodded “I better get going before he changes his mind or my 12 hours are up.”

You smiled back and opened the door for her. Then with that she left. You didn’t know it at the time but that would be the last time you’d ever see her again, the last time you’d ever hear from her. She’d keep her word to you both. You closed the door then turned around and headed back to Liam’s office.

You walked in to find Liam leaning on his desk, arms crossed in front of him. “I think she bought it.” You said as you smirked. Having to be nice to Madeleine was fucking difficult but you had to make her feel indebted to you. Like she owed you and this wasn’t all a giant act you and Liam had planned out.

“Thanks to your surprising acting skills,” he laughed as he pushed off the desk and walked towards you “You actually had me fooled for a second there.”

You laughed “Says the guy who actually had me thinking he might just kill her anyways. Regardless of our plan.”

He smirked “I always stick to my plans,” He grabbed a hold of your waist and pulled you gently towards him “at least the ones involving you.”

You rested both hands on his chest as you looked up at him, one eyebrow now raised “Oh, is that so?”

“Yup.” He mock growled as he leaned down to kiss you. Both smiling like fools into the kiss which then caused you both to burst out laughing—

Present.

“You’re staring again,” His sleepy voice pulled you from your thoughts. His eyes were still closed. “It’s creepy.” He added, though you could tell he was messing with you. It wasn’t creepy at all, he secretly loved it.

“I can stare at you all I want,” you lowered your voice now to sound like his. Or more to mock how he would always says this next part to you “Because you are mine.”

His eyes opened and he glared at you, which made you burst out laughing. “Are you mocking me?” He asked.

“Me? Mock you?” You feigned ignorance and innocence, then gasped “Never!”

He narrowed his eyes at you “I think I’ll need to punish you for this.” He threatened and you instantly went to jump out of bed to get away from him, knowing what this ‘punishment’ would be. But you weren’t fast enough, his large hands grabbed your hips and pulled you back into the bed. Pinning you under his much larger body, then he started to tickle you. Your biggest weakness. Fucker knew you too well. Even after only a year.

You squirmed and screamed as you tried to get away from him, though he was way stronger then you so any efforts were futile at best. There was only one thing you could do to stop him. Or rather, distract him. You reached up and grabbed the back of his neck, catching him off guard and pulled him down to you. Your lips crashed into his and his attack instantly ceased. His eyes widened for a second then slammed shut as he melted into the kiss.

You now had him right where you wanted him. So before he could even react you flipped both of you so that you were now on top. Granted, probably not for long, but it was all about the small wins. You pumped your fists in the air in mock victory “I win! I win!” You joked.

He just stared up at you then started to laugh “I let you.”

You arms dropped instantly “Pffft. Please! I won this one fair and square.”

“Oh, you think so?” He shook his head “You cheated.”

“I did not!” Your hand flew up to your chest as you feigned outrage now “I just simply used your weaknesses against you, just as you did to me!” Then you smirked down at him “You’re just sad I bested you.” You taunted.

You saw his eyes darken then screamed in shock as he flipped you both, so he was now on top, once again. Then he just looked down at you, or rather his eyes travelled over your face. Then he whispered something that sounded a lot like ‘Marry me.’ Your brows knitted together as you couldn’t have heard that right “What did you just say?” You asked breathlessly. He smirked then jump up and off the bed, quickly disappearing down the hall to the master bathrooms and closets. You propped yourself up on your elbows in bed and watched as he did. Even more confused now.

After a moment he came back into the bedroom, one of his hands behind his back. You raised a questioning brow at him as he came over to the bed and the hand not behind him reached out for you to take. You just stared at it then up at him, he laughed then wiggled the hand he had out to you, as if urging you to take it. You did, cautiously, then he gently pulled you up and out of bed to stand.

Once you were, he stood there for a few seconds just looking down at you, he seemed ...nervous? You’d be lying if you said you weren’t also nervous. Then he took a step back and lowered onto one knee, still holding your hand. “This isn’t exactly how I wanted to do this,” he paused “Or how I had planned it.” He laughed nervously “but then again, our relationship has never been a conventional one.” You both smirked at just how true that statement was. He then cleared his throat “Y/N, I have never met anyone like you. I have never felt this way about anyone before. I think,” he paused “I think I have loved you from the first moment I met you, when you tried to awkwardly run in the opposite direction from me, or maybe even from the moment I first laid eyes on you, entering that club. I don’t honestly know, but either way, I know that you are the only woman for me. There will never be anyone else. You have changed me in so many ways, in such a short time, and I strive to be worthy of you, to deserve you. To make you happy and keep you safe,” the hand behind his back moved to in between you both but your eyes stayed locked to his. You knew were this was going, but in this moment all you cared about was watching him, memorizing his face, his words, his beautiful blue eyes, every part of him in this moment. The one where he would ask you those 4 little words that would forever link you to each other. “Y/N, I love you with all that I am,” he released your hand then fiddled with what you could only assume was the ring box between you, but you refused to break eye contact with him, not yet, you didn’t care what the ring looked like. You already knew your answer. “Will you marry me?” He asked, FINALLY!

You felt the tears well up in your eyes instantly, upon hearing those 4 little words “Yes! Yes! A million times yes!” You practically yelled out in excitement then you pushed his hands out of the way and lunged towards him, damn near knocking him over as your body slammed into his. You wrapped your arms around his neck and crashed your lips to his in a frantic and messy, yet passionate, kiss. You felt the tears streaming down your cheeks as you did. His arms wrapped around you and held you tight to him as he kissed you back. He pulled away reluctantly after a moment, and you felt his hands moving a bit behind your back then the slow sound of something hitting the floor. He then took hold of your left hand and you finally looked down and watched as he slipped the beautiful diamond engagement ring onto you ring finger. You took a second to admire it then flicked your eyes back to his, finding them just watching you. Silently.

“I love you, Liam.” You whispered.

“I love you too, Y/N.” he whispered back as he kissed the tip of your nose. Then he smirked and growled out “Now, let me show you just how much.” He scooped you up bridal style then stood up, he deposited you on the bed and you giggled with excitement as he crawled on after you.

A few amazing hours later you both finally emerged from the bedroom, in search of food. He offered you his arm and you happily took it as you both made your way down to the kitchen. Finding the whole gang, including Olivia and Hana, hanging out in the kitchen. Hana had become close with everyone when she started to spend more time here after you’d officially moved in. She was here almost any day she wasn’t working. Today being one of her days off, clearly. And Olivia ended up moving into the house a few months after you did, things with her and Drake were going just as well as things with Liam and you were.

They all went quiet and looked at you both as you entered, then Drake spoke up “We were wondering if we’d ever see either of you again.” He smirked. Olivia removed her hand from her growing baby bump to swat him in the arm “Shhhh,” she hissed before whispering “Look at her hand.” As she nodded with her head towards you. Then everyones eyes darted to your left hand, every face breaking out into a huge smile once they saw it. “Holy shit!” Drake gapped “He actually did it.” He whispered. Everyone burst out laughing at Drakes obvious shock then one by one they congratulated you both.

Mara came around the island and pulled you into a deep hug, since that horrible night you and Mara had become close, damn near inseparable. She was like the sister you never had but always wanted. Hana, Olivia, Mara and yourself had all become really close, actually. The boys had jokingly nicknamed you all the ‘fantastic four’ whenever you were all together. It had started as a joke but you all loved the nickname and decided to keep it.

The guys all congratulated Liam, as Mara stepped back and Hana rushed over. She wrapped her arms around you then happily bounced in place as you both giggled. She was literally vibrating with excitement. And lastly Olivia walked over and hugged you awkwardly over her baby bump. Then the friends all switched, the girls congratulating Liam, and the guys all hugging and congratulating you. Drake was the last one, he wrapped his arms around your waist and spun you around before lowering you back to the ground and whispering “Thank you for making him the happiest man alive,” then he pulled back and look over at Olivia for a second before turning back to you “Or, at least the second happiest.” He smirked. You burst out laughing “No thank you needed, he makes me just as happy.”

You looked passed Drake to see Liam watching you. You stepped around Drake and wrapped your arms around Liams waist, tucked under his strong arm. You looked up at him and smiled, he smiled back then he looked towards all your friends “I think a celebration is in order.”

“Fuck yeah!” Most of them said in unison.

In this moment you realized this was exactly where you were meant to be. That everything, good and bad, that had happened in your life had been worth it. Had led you to this exact place. To where you truly belonged. Around these amazing people you now called your family, and tucked under the arm of this amazing man, you now called your fiancé.

You were safe. You were secure. You were loved. And from this day on, you always would be. You were his and he was yours. Forever.

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