#someday

[foldingfittedsheets]

<3

I have likewise bought from @morningwitchy after seeing them on tumblr! A beautiful cycle.

Have you ever bought a piece of clothing after seeing it on tumblr?

[konoko]

[ane-doodles]

Make it turquoise!

Cult of the Lamb Narindersona and Lambsona :D

Special thanks to @linkerbell for motivating me to draw, name and finally share them

Below information extracted from a conversation on discord:

Aneerinder:

(Using he/him for this occasion)

I wanted to maintain both the theme of the felines and the god of death but with a bit of the Japanese aesthetic that I like and other details that I usually use in my drawings.

First, the species is still a serval (like my Narinder) but in white. The stripes and spots they have are painted by him himself, except for the ears and tail, which are natural.

Instead of just making him the god of death, I wanted to base him a little more on the idea of a prophet, who receives messages from the future and teaches them to others if you ask in the right way. He is considered the writer of destiny, even though as such it is outside his area, how someone lives or dies is outside his power, he only receives them and archives the stories of their life.

Based on this idea of a writer/illustrator, the idea was born that his hands would function as a writing instrument (similar to this character in the movie 9 who had pen(? fingers to write). Constantly gushing ichor from these using them as ink…

Jumping to the moment of imprisonment hehehe

He is partially blinded using a paper talisman behind his head. To prevent it from being able to write or create something with the ink/ichor, it is surrounded by water, so that the ink always runs.

He also ends up being immobilized with red ropes as an allegory to the "red thread of destiny", especially his right hand is especially tangled to prevent him from continuing to "write the destiny of the gods". To prevent the ropes from breaking there are also paper talismans hanging from them.

In short, prevent him from writing/drawing in any way in order to keep the destiny of the gods in his hands. He ends up becoming dependent on other senses, little talking, much listening.

He loves stories, after all his job as a god is also to record the lives of mortals.

Their followers could ask for glimpses of their futures, which were considered predictions.

When someone dies and reaches the other side, they are given a scroll with a copy of the record of their life.

I'm still thinking about how to draw him, but if I design a shape for him as a follower, I'll most likely end up wearing glasses to see.

You will never in your life get him to close the haori he usually wears.

Aniki:

Ok lamb, she/her this time

The lamb genocide occurs during an expedition trip. She coincidentally returns to her village the day it is destroyed. Easily resigned, once she finished digesting the idea that she was the last of her kind she had no choice but to move on.

She's not built for combat, she's even terribly bad at dodging (like me qwq) which is why she dies often.

[Here I have an inside joke in which the god tells her "I may be blind, but I clearly see a lot of death in your future" jsjsjs]

Their crusades mainly consist of collecting resources and trading with traders.

She is very good at managing the cult, to the point where in the first five years it was already self-sustaining. She is also usually quick to meet the demands of her followers and thereby increase the faith of the cult, avoiding at all costs giving sermons because she is too shy to do so. Despite this, in casual conversations with cultists he often talks about the god of death in a way that unconsciously raises their faith.

She never takes the cult on herself, because she couldn't be interested in the idea of taking that burden on herself, which is why all the cult's statues and decorations revolve around the cat.

Now, having a self-sustaining cult and a faith that is constantly growing, she ends up having too much free time, so she spends her time putting together a collection of objects she finds around, making decorations for the cult, playing and exploring.

When she dies she tells stories of common events that occur in the cult, and in return the god tells her stories of past lives that have reached his domain. They have a constant exchange of stories which is what allows them to get closer.

She changes over time (new design yipee) and the crown upon returning to the god grants her a blessing in which she becomes the "eyes of god"

The new design only has some minor changes from the original.

Since she never had the ambition to take power, divinity never affected her.

She only had small surges of devotion and power that made her possessed by the god and that way she was able to defeat the bishops (similar to what a writer would do with his characters)

[pja-party]

Yep, I'm not very good at with whiteboard drawing though.

[marmastry]

Hasa and Maya

Kofi

[cowboycatss]

will u boop him (pawty poison) he may bite

[erenthology]

Assertive

Rugby boyfriend!Eren x fem!reader

collage au, possessive but in an infatuated boyfriend type of way. Size differences are mentioned. No matter your size, Eren is bigger than you. (Note: going to be more active now that Aot is ending. Feel free to send requests ♡)

I don’t mind if you’re ignoring me, cuz I’m ignoring you. “ he watches you bounce around the room in your thin, white nightdress. 

You continue looking for your phone, ignoring him. There’s no way you haven’t searched every inch of his dorm room by now, so you finally look at him. He’s laying on the bed shirtless, hands behind his neck, looking at you innocently. That f’ckin bastard.

“Do you have my phone, Eren?”

He flashes his teeth, “ugh, baby, you have no idea how nice it is to hear your voice again. C’mere.” he pats his lap.

You sternly put your hand on top of your hip, arching it to the side, giving Eren the perfect view. “Do you have it or not?” He doesn’t even try to hide his smirk.

”Do I? I'm not sure. You should come over and look,” stretching his arms out in an inviting pose.

Earlier, Eren’s roommate, Floch, made a joke about how he can hear when you and Eren are having sex. When you told Eren, he rushed out of the room and ordered Floch to apologize. Completely scolding him like a dad. You felt embarrassed since you didn’t want his friends to think you can’t take a joke.

You know he’s just going to grab and pull you towards him, so instead, you start walking towards the door. Eren tenses immediately and rushes towards you,

‘’Hey, hey” he grabs your hand. ”where do you think you’re going?’’ he questions with furrowed eyebrows.

‘’To ask if the guys have they’ve seen it?’’ 

His eyes flash red for a second. To have his friends see the outline of your nipples through that thin fabric of your so called pajamas? He looks you up and down, nope, not happening. You should be wearing his t-shirts to bed anyway.

 ‘’Not like that, you’re not,’’ he gives you an ‘’end of discussion’’ look, but you huff and turn anyway. Not that you get far at all, he has you slung over his shoulders before you’ve even fully turned.

The con of having a rugby player as a boyfriend is that he throws you around a lot without so much as breaking a sweat. When you’re mad at him, he has this irritating habit of lifting you off the ground and cuddling you until you’ve cooled down. Claiming it “breaks his heart watching you walk away angry.”

He walks towards the bed, ignoring your fists punching at his back. “You’re such a brat sometimes.” He doesn't mind at all though, Eren has the patience of a saint when it comes to his girl, he enjoys being the one to set you straight.

He carefully lies you down on his bed, positions himself on top and grins, ‘’gotcha,’’ then smacks a kiss on your cheek. ‘’You’re annoying.” you pinch his ear in retaliation.

“Ow, hey, you know you’re stronger than you look.” he scratches his reddened ear. ‘’I'm being deadass, baby, you could go pro in armwrestling or some shit.’’ You burst out laughing over how dramatic he’s being and his eyes lit up from the sound. Your smile always captivates him.

Feeling yourself being stared at, you grin cheekily, unable to hide your smile “weirdo, stop staring,’’ brushing your fingers against his stubble. His eyes follow the movement of your hand and begin tracing the shape of your figure when all of a sudden he starts attacking you in tickles.

You’re both advancing on each other playfully, laughing hysterically. In an attempt to roll out of his reach, Eren quickly reacts by by grabbing your hands and pins them above your head. The laughter is quickly replaced with heavy pants as you stare at him naively, your chest rising up and down.

Snapping out of his thoughts, he lets go of his grip and rests his head on your chest, “you know, it doesn’t matter if you’re mad. I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable staying here.’’ he gently admits, then lifts his head,

‘’plus, I’m the only one who has a say about you in bed.” he wiggles his eyebrows.

“Gross,’’ you push his chest, apparently amusing him by the look on his face. ‘‘but it’s fine, really. I just wanted to ignore the situation, but I guess he should learn that not everything needs to be said.’’ At this, he grins and takes ahold of your chin,

‘’that’s a good girl.’’

You ignore the heat rising in your face and smack his hand away when you suddenly remember, ‘’speaking off, where is my phone? You know I need to do my nightly routine check.’’

He knows. It’s the reason he slipped it under his pillow the moment you started throwing a fit. It’s nice having the most predictable girl on the planet. ‘’You can do it later, let a man enjoy his girl for a moment. You can be mad at me after.’’

‘’I'm not mad at you’’ you look genuinely offended, causing him to snicker. “Besides, I kinda liked the whole sexy, scolding dad thing you had going on. It was kinda turning me on,” you admit, looking straight into his eyes.

His hands on your hips stiffen instantly and his whole demeanor changes. “Don’t even joke, [name] I will put a baby in you right this second,” large hands grab your ass and starts grinding your body against his.  

You attempt to leave but he drags you right back, looking at you confused. Looking down, you purr, “I really need to do my routine check,” sticking out your lower lip for extra effect.

You love to rile him up and have him mock you for being greedy and bratty. His face gets closer to yours with his eyebrows all furrowed.

“Did you just pout at me?”

“Nuh uh,” you lie and tease your hand against his belt, Eren’s eyes follow your movements then trace back up to your face, where you’re innocently meeting his eyes.

He grabs a fistful of your hair and looks down at your hand playing against his bulge. ‘’You wanna get fucked?’’ he spits with disgust, or admiration. It’s hard to tell with him.

“Know you enjoy keeping me on edge, acting all innocent when we both know,” He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, eyes lingering just a second too long on your lips. Thoughts on ways to tame you running wild in his head.

‘’Telling me it turned you on when I was commanding,’’ he shakes his head as if disappointed.‘’It's good I’m here to keep you in line. A girl like you needs that.’’

You feel the imprint of him on your stomach as his hips press you down on the bed, leaving you no space to leave. You try your best to keep your voice steady. “Just wanna make you happy,’ you breathe out. He almost laughs. 

“You know what would make me happy?‘’ Eren stands and lifts you up with him.

‘’you with my cock in your mouth.” You almost go limp in his arms from how lewd he's being. 

Giving you an expectant look, he nudges your nose with his, “are you waiting for something? get to work.” he guides you down on your knees towards his crotch. The carnal look in his eyes makes you fumble a bit with his belt, but Eren is patient. Sometimes you suspect he enjoys seeing you nervous to perform for him.

Pressing a kiss on the tip, he returns his gratitude by patting your hair in a domineering act, “make me proud.’’ he smiles, in which you relish. Keeping eye contact, you swirl your tongue around his shaft before hollowing your cheeks and start working your way down. You can’t help but gag at his size, no matter how often you blow him. 

It’s been quiet for some time now and you’re growing impatient with the lack of praise. You decide to look up at him through the tears in your eyes and catch him smiling down at you. The scene feels so filthy you can’t help but slyly drag your fingers over your panties to relieve some of the pressure, secretly humping your hips against your hand to the sound of his pants. 

He just nearly cums in your mouth when he notices what you’re up to. Shamelessly playing with yourself, mouth filled with cock, you look straight out of Eren’s nastiest fantasies, it was perfect.

He bends down and pulls your hand out from under your nightdress, “Not yet, need you to be a good girl for me.’’ Then he does the hottest thing all night, he leans down to give it a kiss. You love him. He makes you feel like a princess getting fucked by her knight.

Feeling enthusiastic again, you eagerly reach for him to continue where you left off, but are stopped yet again. Whining, you wait for him any sort of command, just to do something, anything! but he looks so unaffected it’s making you wail even louder.

 “stop whining, you don’t deserve to suck my dick.” Despite the warning, you almost do it again but stop yourself when you notice the glare you’re given. “But I really needa feel you, Eren. It hurts down there.” you were so wet it felt like you were about to explode from the lack of release. 

He's only a man after all, even he has his limits when you wail pathetically about how wet your pussy is. Now he needs to have a look. He pulls you up by your torso, ‘’does sucking me off make you wet?’’ You nod and visibly see his ego lit up.  

A thin sheen of sweat connects your bodies as he effortlessly carries you over to his bed. You take advantage of your flexibility and spread your legs as far apart as you can once he lays you down, earning a groan out of him.

He doesn't hesitate a moment further to push his face in there and peek under your dress. “such a pretty cunt, princess. no idea how often I jerk off thinking about it, about this,” kissing through your soaked panties. Your hips jerk upwards at his erotic words, desperate for friction.

“Eren, please”

He pushes your panties to the side but keeps them on. It’s like he’s so needy for you he can’t be bothered to take off either of your clothes properly, but patient enough to check out every inch of you as if seeing you like this for the first time.

Eren’s broad body consumes your smaller frame as you lie beneath him. You love this feeling, him shielding your body from anyone and anything but himself. 

 His ring covered fingers play softly with your bud, observing your reactions before lining himself against you, causing goosebumps to erupt all over your skin. The sight of Eren being almost abnormally endeavored by your pussy as he spits on his hand and pumps his cock, increases the heat pooling in your abdomen. 

You lie still, enjoying the sensation of him rubbing and tapping himself against you. His eyes are fixated entirely on your cunt and you enjoy every bit of the attention. Not to say you’re not curious about what goes on in his mind when he’s focused and quiet like this. Like your body is art and he is studying and memorizing every part of it.

Once satisfied, he pushes through the tight hindrance and sucks in a breathe, “oh, fuck.” and finally looks up at you. His heart stops a beat when he’s reminded of how beautiful you are. The urge to hide you away from anyone's eyes but his, hits him strong but he bites it back.

Time slows for a moment as you both take each other in through half lidded eyes, and for some reason, your vision has never been as clear. His fingers thread through yours as he leans in for a kiss. When he pulls away, your eyes are still closed. Eren grins and places one last kiss on your forehead before thrusting his way in. 

He’s fucking you with his hips, hard. Hands pressing down your pelvic, holding you still for him to ram into. The strap of your nightdress has slightly fallen down your shoulders, so he pushes the fabric that’s hiding you from him down further, and exposes your breasts. The moan he lets out from the sight is pure filth. 

‘’Touch yourself.’’ he demanded, pupils dilated. With glazed over eyes, you comply and start playing with yourself, twisting and grazing your nipples. The act drives him to lift your hips to reach deeper into you,’’really thought i’d let you walk out of my room looking like this.’’ he grows almost annoyed at the thought. 

Tenderly cupping his cheek, he almost flinches from how lovingly you’re looking at him, “You’re all I want, Eren.’’ and he almost melts. When you say things like that it makes him want to keep you to himself even more, resting his forehead against yours, he looks at you with almost a pained expression. ‘’that’s good, because i'm a selfish man.’’

 With your legs lifted around his waist and upper body sprawled on the bed, you’re essentially at his mercy as he connects your bodies in repeated thrusts. Again, again and again, the sound of him pushing into you echoes in the room. 

He fucks like a deprived man and speaks like a man in love. “Does it feel good, princess?’’ You nod with lovestruck eyes. ‘’Yeah? taking me so well. making me so proud.’’ The pressure feels too intense, about to snap.

He’s stretching you on his cock and looking straight into your eyes as he's doing it. Your body dissolves into pleasure as you writhe beneath him.

Your body starts squirming uncontrollably, causing him to grip your hips ever tighter, overpowering you in strength. You let out a loud sob and rake your nails on his back when your vision suddenly fades to black. He stares at you, astonished.

He raises an eyebrow, “did you just cum?” the thusting has stopped completely now but you felt his dick twitch inside you as he asked. “Tried to hold it in for you,” you stare back apologetically, eyes still sprinkled with lust. Best part is, he knows you didn’t. And you know it too. 

“Turn around,” he orders. You obey and slump towards the bed with your back against him, hiding your face in the pillows. “Don’t act all shy with me now, let’s see your face,” he leaves no room for discussion, so you slowly turn your head and face him. He looks so big staring down at you from your vulnerable position. “That’s a good, good girl.” 

Next thing you know, your cheeks are being spread and played with. Still high on ecstasy from the orgasm you just had, the energy to perform is nonexistent, so he does the job for you.

Huge hands angle your limp body upwards, then press down your back to create a beautiful arch, only for his eyes to admire. He sinks back inside and buries his cock in your warmth.

It’s hard maintaining eye contact with him when he’s like this, it feels so shameless, almost taboo, still, you can’t look away. He’s pounding into you, pulling your hips hard against him.

“This is what you’re making me do, looking at me like that. No one else will ever be able to see you like this,” he occupies his thumb by rubbing it over your clit. The contact is so delicate but rapid nonetheless.

You nod agreeably, barely able to register his words. “Are you close, Eren?’’

“Yeah,” his hands pressed down tightly on your lower abdomen, the scream you let out is almost inhumane. ‘’yes, yes.” you’re grinding back against him in heated motions, shockwaves of heat pumping through your body.

He snaps his pelvic against your ass and feels you sucking him right back in.  He thinks back to what you said before about him as a dad and his eyes roll back. The thought of you carrying his child inside you makes him come undone.

“Ugh, fuck.” He comes audibly high etc, covering you in his cum. You expect him to catch his breath but he smoothly regains his composure and pushes you on your back, his thumb finding its way right back to your clit, barely even getting started before leading you to your second orgasm.

You scream in pleasure as he cups your face, lips brushing against your ear. “That's it, princess, you did so well for daddy. made me so proud.” he praises as he pushes your hair out of your face. 

The lack of response makes him laugh, realizing he’d fucked you to sleep, litterally. chuckling, he grabs a warm cloth and cleans you up to his best effort.

You’re usually sleepy right after sex so this is a regular routine for you both. He smacks a kiss on the top of your head and covers you with his comforter then goes for a shower.

Once he’s done, he carries you up bridal style to the bathroom. “Wake up, sleepy.” he’s back to his sweet self. You grunt in response. “C’mon, you need to pee.’’ It’s true, so you comply and he leaves you to it. 

This is a conversation you’ve both had before, he feels no need to leave when you do your business but you’ve kicked him out enough times so he knows the drill by now. Eren changes the bedsheets while you clean up.

When finished, you walk back to the bed and he opens his arm for you to rest on, your phone lying beside him. You jump at the invitation and he hugs you towards him, ‘’what do you feel like eating?’’ he’s playing with your hair as you lie comfortably on his arm. 

“Not hungry.’’ you murmur.

Eren fights the urge to sigh. “Sorry, not up for debate.’’ He saves himself the trouble and orders for you both, knowing you’ll feel hungry once you see him eat.

When the food arrives, you end up wanting exactly what Eren ordered for himself.

‘’You’re a big baby.’’ he sulks and rolls his eyes, but feeds you nonetheless. You don’t miss the look on his face as you take a bite from his hand. One thing about Eren? he can and will fuck multiple times a day if you let him.

‘’down, boy. i’m not tryna have my guts rearranged after eating food.’’

He grins, ‘’I didn’t say anything’.’ knowing he’ll do exactly that when you’re done eating.

[lycemagee]

I LOVE THEM YOU DONT UNDERSTAND THEY HAVE SUCH A FRIENDLY, ADVENTUROUS BUT SPICY RELATIONSHIP, lord give me more of these kind of relationship which are neither romantic nor cold but also still spicy like DOES IT EVEN MAKE SENSE WHAT I AM THINKING

Between Truth and Lie

Warning: Alcohol

Oc is not MC. The Name of MC is Kate!

"Com'on let's play 'nother game!", Florence said enthusiastically holding her cup of beer in the hand. She was sitting along with Roger, Alfons, Kate, Liam and Harrison, the latter not looking motivated.

"Fancy a bit of rooftop jumping as a final?", Roger shrugged and hinted to Liam and Alfons, who were looking interested. All of them had some redness in their faces, except for Harrison, who declared to stay sober, having a feeling someone needed to. Kate who was the newest member of crown looked at them conflicted, but just sighed heavily. She may not have been here long, but she quickly realised that in their state of mind, complaining or arguing would not work.

"Too lazy... Has someone cards?", Florence asked sluggishly and rested her head on the table.

"Do you still have the brain capacity for that?", Roger asked teasingly and finished his drink. Florence chuckled and tilted her head.

"When I'm watching 'round, 'm not quite sure about that either", she gave them back and her gaze fell on Alfons. He just gave her a wide smile, a lock fell over his forehead. "I am not the one who is slurring the words, Miss Florence.", he countered and emphasised the last part. "No, instead ya hair is a mess.", she said and curled a lock of her own hair around her finger with a smug smile. They continued bantering, while Liam was still thinking about it. He looked around and his gaze met Harrisons, who looked at him with raised eyebrows.

"How about some theater?", Liam said and clapped his hand together. Florence and Alfons stopped talking and turned to Liam.

"You have a day off, because the theater is closed, Liam.", Harrison said and shook his head messaging his nosebridge. Kate also smiled in confusion.

"I take it back, Alfons. Liam 's the one, who has n' braincells left.", Florence said leaning against her arm, which rested in the table and looked at Liam amused. Alfons reacted with a chuckle.

"Listen to me, my dear companions of fate, and despair, and tasters of the sweet ambrosia...", Liam began theatrically, his movement elegant and smooth.

"Here we go...", Harrison whispered to himself and also Roger sighed about his dramatic speech. Just Alfons and Florence looked amused and interested. At least they pretended to be. And Kate's eyes began to brighten a bit, probably thinking about the stage plays she dearly enjoyed.

"How about a competition about the best act?", Liam continued and sat back on his chair, his legs crossed. "We take our dear Harry with his Ability and he will judge how well we are pretending and manipulating."

"Don't involve me, I didn't agree with that.", Harrison spoke and turned away, as Liam looked at him teasingly.

"Awww, Harry. You are just the judge. You don't need to stand on the stage.", he pouted and winked at him casually.

"It doesn't work like this. I can tell if you are telling the truth, not how good the lie itself is or your act. How about you judge it, you have a better experience.", he explained annoyed and took a sip of his drink.

"But y'a also the best at telling lies and to lie involves manipulating people.", Florence added. Harrison glared at her and she held up her arms defensively. "Or at least 'n telling half-truths. You are the best Judge, Fox. We have a mirror, a betraying hunter and a suicidal cat, that's literally their element."

"Don't forget the one who lies to herself and even rewrites her own memories.", Alfons added and Florence just held up her cup and drank a bit. "Ay."

"We should discuss a theme, to compare it fairly.", Roger suggested and Liams smug became even bigger. He started to laugh menacely and Florence could swear to see stars in his eyes. They all had a bad feeling.

"It should be something, that makes your heart race with excitement... How about a dramatic confession of love?", he said excitedly, standing up from his chair, holding one hand on his chest and the other towards his group. He winked.

"You are joking...", Roger said enthralled and also Harrison looked like, he would get a headache. "Liam..."

"But Liam, I love you so much already, how can I act if these are my true feelings for you?", Florence stood up, dramatically, surprising Alfons who was next to her and her voice was drenched in theatrics and sarcasm.

"Can you stop?", Harrison asked almost disgusted and the group were laughing at his sight.

After a long discussion and encouragement, they decided that Kate and Harrison would be the judges, Kate as someone who has experience with theater. The others drew lots to see who was going to make a "confession of love" to whom. And because Liam was the one who suggested this game, he started.

"When I first saw your eyes... I thought I was dreaming, imagining being in Heaven. The delusion was strong, my blood flooded out of my body, my whole body trembling, breath caught in my throat.... You tended my wounds so dearly, I couldn't be more thankful. But I am greedy. I realised it wasn't enough, you are the only one for me and the same I wished I could be for you. My beloved Doctor... Please take my heart, my blood, my soul... I give my everything, until my heart bleeds out.", Liam spoke slow and eloquent, he walked round the table his hands and arm doing smooth gestures and in the end he stood In front of Roger. He held his hands towards him.

"Would you do me the honour of letting me die in your arms, so that my last sight may be your face, drenched in despair and regret for what it has lost?", Liam was frowning but his eyes were shining. You could see, that he was in his element and the whole room seemed to be quiet, watching the two men. The atmosphere was tense, you could hear the footsteps of a mouse, but it was destroyed by Florence's little laugh, she tried to suppress with her hands.

"You really are a mood killer.", Alfons sighed with a hopeless smile and his drink on hand. "Don't you find it insensitive? Our dear Liam has just poured his heart out and you don't have the decency to be quiet.", he said and looked disappointed at Florence. She dug her face into her hands, her shoulders shaking. She just shook her head and you could hear a quiet "Sorry", "I tried".

Liam stood up again and tapped the floor with his foot, annoyed.

"You guys!! I am completely out thanks to you!", Liam trudged over to the pair.

"I just admonished Florence, for the interruption.", Alfons said innocently and looked at Florence who tried to conceal her laugh with coughing, but the tears in her eyes were telling.

"I don't know... What you... Have... It was beautiful... Liam ya see! I have tears in m'eyes", she said wheezing and rubbed her eyes and hit the table. Her head is turning red and she couldn't stop chuckling.

"Really...", Liam sighed and put his hand in his hip. Alfons put his drink on the table and began to clap.

"It was wonderful Liam, a true star in the deep dark night. Miss Robin looked truly touched.", Alfons said looking at Kate, who looked quite embarrassed. But you could feel him just trying to divert Liam's attention to something else.

"Aw, I am really glad you liked it, Kate.", Liam said radiant and sat now next to her. They talked a bit about the theater, until Harrison interrupted them for the next one.

Roger leaned forward to Florence, having a cheeky smile on his face.

"Let's get married, Florence.", he said confidently. She looked at him, her eyes unimpressive.

"That was underwhelming...", she said disappointed.

"Goodness, is this all you have to say? Such a display of love is really pathetic", Alfons added mockingly. "As if you are such a romantic soul yourself.", Roger responded and discussed with them.

"Can we just move on already?", Harrison said tiredly. He clearly has no intention to extend it more than necessary, but Kate was interested. "But a little more passion would make it more thrilling...", she said thoughtful.

"How'bout you imagining ya favourite beer instead...", Florence said jokingly. She didn't expect much from it, but Roger held up his jug of beer, looking deeply into it.

"Looking at your beautiful golden colour...", he began and Florence began to laugh. "He is not really doing it....", Alfons asked himself annoyed, looking disgusted at Roger, who was declaring his love for his favourite beverage. "You stole my heart the first moment I tasted you. Such a fresh and tingling sensation, with a bit of bitterness, I felt reborn. So I will never let you go ever again.", he said and exed the beer in his hand. His smile looked genuinely happy. "I feel... somehow relieved, that he meant the beer.", Florence said, laughing in between. Kate looked amazed and amused, holding in her laugh, Harrison looked absolutely done, but at the same time a little smile on his face and Liam nodded satisfied at this display.

"You are a disgrace.", Alfons said abhorred and stood up from his place. He walked past Florence, who was trying to calm down, towards Liam, who was talking with Kate about the Rogers "potential". She was the first to notice Alfon's presence and opened her mouth to say something. But Kate words stopped as the play before her began. "Liam...", Alfons began, putting a hand on Liam's waist, who looked surprised to him when he felt a gloved hand on his cheek. "How about we leave this place behind. Not just this pub, but Crown, leaving these shackles we cling to and simply living in a way that fulfils our desires." He pulled him closer to him and breathed into his ear. "Not just a night full of satisfied curiosity, but a whole life.". Liam almost got goosebumps, feeling Alfons breath in his ear and looked amazed. "Wow Al, you put your heart into it!"

"I don't know, if it was a display of affection or ownership.", Roger commented, leaning back on his seat.

"It was intense, but Alfons you didn't look very convinced.", Kate added, holding her finger in her chin, thinking deeply. "How can you say that, I've put everything I've ever felt into this.", Alfons said indignant and did let go from Liam. "Liar...", Harrison said unmotivated and leaned forward on the table. Alfons just shrugged his shoulders with a smile and sat down on one of the chairs again along with Liam. Florence watched the scene in silence. She seemed to calm down, watching Alfons' gestures closely. She sighed and stood up.

"We talked about a confession of love, but neither of you ever said it directly.", Kate mentioned and looked at them wondering, almost disappointed.

"There are many different ways to express it, Kate.", Liam winked at her, his hair falling gracefully.

"But she's right. What are words without actions, that's true, but the utterance of words is an action in itself, isn't it?", Florence spoke stood behind Alfons and leaned forward against him, her arms rested against his back. "What an elegant phrase, Miss Florence. I thought you wouldn't be able to speak a clear word again.", Alfons said snarky and furrowed his brows. He clearly was annoyed to feel her weight on his back.

"M' head is spinning, but when I concentrate it works.", she said with a chuckle as she played with one of Alfons curls. He wanted to turn around, but she held his head, forcing him to look forward.

"Look forward, don't wanna see ya face doing this.", she said with a thoughtful smile. Kate noticed her eyes were looking kind of dull, almost conflicted, but then she relaxed suddenly.

"Are you getting embarrassed?", Alfons teased.

"No, but looking at your face makes me wanna throw up.", she said directly and smiled cruelly. Roger whistled about her statement and smiles amused at their bantering. Even Harrison looked more interested and leaned forward looking directly on Florence's eyes.

"I wish I could say it genuinely.", she said suddenly with a nostalgic look. She ran her finger down his neck to his back, slowly and deliberately. Florence could feel the tension in Alfons' body and chuckled softly.

"Because I love... your touch on my skin. Your breath on my lips and the words you whispered in my ear. I think about it every second. I think about you every night. My mind couldn't rest as I lay in my bed, alone in this damnation. I waited for you, y'know?", she said carefully. Kate held her breath, she hadn't expected to hear her say such words, especially to the one person, Kate thought, that Florence clearly despised. "Oh?", she heard next to her, Harrison raising his eyebrows up, looking surprised. Liam looked at them excited, concentrating.

Florence leaned forward, her face now next to Alfons, and ran her hand down the length of his arm, taking his hand in hers. Her gaze met his, the latter was expressionless, his smile disappeared.

"The want I have for you is unimaginable. You gave me these feelings, and now it is my turn to give you a gift."

She held his wrist down with more pressure as she closed the gap between them. Alfons widened his eyes as he felt a sharp pain and wetness on his cheek and tried to turn away from her, letting out a hiss. Florence bit his Cheek and quickly let him go and ran away, going behind Roger and laughed together with him. Liam looked frustrated at how this ended and moved closer to Florence, who leaned against Roger, panting. Her eyes were glassy, her face flushed red and she held her stomach.

"Floooo! The ending!!! It was almost perfect and you destroyed it!", he pouted and poked on her shoulder. "Ouch ouch ouch! Y'all didn't really expect me to take 's seriously, did you?", she laughed, holding Liam's finger away.

"If you wanna play the naughty girl, then come here and pay the price for it, Miss Florence.", Alfons got up from his seat, rubbed his red cheek, which was covered with light bite marks, and glared menacingly at Florence. His voice had a sadistic tone to it and his polite smile didn't reach his eyes at all. Kate looked worried at the group, you could feel the annoyance that radiated from Alfons and the others who looked a bit nervous at him.

"Liam let's play 'nother game! Hide from the bad bad evil Alfons who tries to get us!", Florence shouted out laughing and pulled Liam behind her through the full Pub. Kate just could hear some protests about how he is not involved and a 'Sorry' for Alfons when they disappeared in the crowd. Alfons walked with a deep sigh next to Roger, who looked at him teasingly.

"Guess you've been marked.", he said witty and as a response Alfons just glared at him.

"Truly, you are all so immature.", he just said exhausted and called for the barkeeper for a new drink, he strongly needed.

Harrison and Kate were still sitting next to each other, watching the chaos of the group, who seemingly forgot about their contest.

"I guess the Game is over... Even if you can debate whether it was really a declaration of love...", Kate said and laughed nervously, scratching her cheek. "Especially the end of Florence declaration was really anticlimactic."

"Hm... That might be...", Harrison said thoughtfully with a soft smile on his lips. Kate could remember Harrisons surprised reaction and turned to him.

"You also seemed kinda surprised. From all acts you seemed more interested in Florence one. Was it your favourite?"

"Hm... Wouldn't say that. Or maybe...", he mumbled and looked with a smile at Kate turning to her, leaning against the table.

"What do you think, what makes a good lie?", he asked suddenly and Kate had a moment's thought.

"The one, who believes in it?", she said and Harrison looked surprised at her, not expecting this answer. "Not bad. Yes, that's true. The best is to tell a lie you think is the truth. But that's really rarely the case. When you think about the acts, which one felt the most authentic?"

"I would say... Liam's and Rogers. Roger talked about his beer and he truly enjoyed it. And Liam's was just really amazing, really captivating!", she said astonished.

"Roger spoke the truth, talking about something he loved. With Liam, he has a lot of experience capturing the emotions and the atmosphere of the people around him. Coming from the theater, it's not a surprise. What is with Alfons and Florence? What felt off?"

"Alfons person just seems really dishonest. Maybe it's just the way I perceive him, but the way his character is just... everything feels like a joke for him...", Kate began and furrowed her eyebrows thinking about earlier encounters with him. "But Florence... Hm... I would say it didn't match, seeing their relationship with each other. She was captivating to listen to, I almost believed her, but when she ended it all just fell apart."

"But you almost believed her. And I tell you something:

The best lies are told when not everything is a lie. Imagine this: When Florence told Alfons that she thought about him every night, she was not lying?"

"She wasn't? But if she despises him, how can that make sense?"

"The sentiment behind it was a lie. Maybe she thinks of him daily but not because of affection."

"Oh! I see!", Kate widened her eyes in understanding and nodded her head. Harrison smiled at her and circling the edge of the glass with his finger. He saw Liam and Florence across the room, holding hands, circling the floor, laughing and dancing. "You asked me why I was surprised. I tell you a little secret. Half of what Florence told Alfons was not a lie.", he said relaxed. On the other hand Kate looked at him shocked.

"Half???? That cannot be? That she thinks about him every night, I can see that. They don't like each other, but that's the only thing that could make sense!"

"Maybe I lied to you, that this was the truth.", Harrison said teasingly and he chuckled seeing Kate completely confused now. "You are just teasing me!!", she stood up and slapped the table in frustration, and Harrison just laughed and continued to tease her for the rest of the evening.

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something that needs to be mentioned as well is the power of the writers. we know Tommy wasn't supposed to be on that rescue but then it worked out that way with him being there. and they managed to take this unlikable man dude who had very little redemption arc (until 7x03) into a love interest that most of us are rooting for really hard and actually enjoying so much and they did that within like an episode and half. not even talking about the fact it is a love interest to our Buck who we wanted to be with Eddie and no-one else for years now! it's just *chef's kiss* they slayed so hard with this storyline. none of us saw that coming. it is a crack ship come reality.

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