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"THE MOST IMPORTANT MOMENTS ARE THE ONES THAT MAKE YOU REALIZE (…) THERE'S NO TURNING BACK."

indie, selective, and mutuals only  MULTIMUSE featuring a variety of fandoms such as stranger things, saw, game of thrones, the hunger games, the 100, supernatural, the last kingdom, reign, la casa de papel, good girls, and many more. penned by allison.

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@rebelliousfamily (continued from here)

A SMALL LAUGH escaped Robin’s lips. “Okay, fine — pancakes are too tempting. You’d better not be lying to me, Nance.” With a smile, Robin got out of bed, the scent filling her nose. “Mm… you WEREN’T lying.”

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“I ACTUALLY find it to be quite exciting.” Sure, it was a lot to handle sometimes, but Kenna loved the sense of mystery that floated around the castle. As long as none of them were in danger, of course.

“FRENCH COURT is certainly something else, isn’t it?”

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“FAR FROM IT.” Michaela let out a sigh, leaning against the wall. She enjoyed it; she really did, but it was a LOT of work, and people always seemed to underestimate her. “Most of the people I work with are assholes who can’t get anything done.” Or maybe that was just her mindset.

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“Oh, really?” Michaela raised an eyebrow slightly at the other’s words. She wondered what he meant by that — was it a good thing or a bad thing? Michaela naturally wanted to question it further, but she didn’t want to make him uncomfortable. “Yeah… me too, to be honest.”

               Going from being considered something of an eco-terrorist to working in the lines of the mundane laws was a hell of a jump, but something he was obligated to do to keep his people protected. “And how’s the world of law treating you?” The detective inquired. “Everything it’s cracked up to be?”

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HE REGRETTED IT more and more every day. He’d regretted it ever since it had happened. It had been for the best; that’s what he’d told himself whenever he felt the guilt creeping in, but he knew DAMN WELL that wasn’t the case. Moscow was a terrible person. He closed his eyes, letting out a soft exhale at Denver’s words. He understood his son’s anger, but that didn’t make it any easier to bear. “Son…” His eyes were filled with tears, tears of guilt and shame and utter EXHAUSTION. “I would give my life to take it back.” But his words meant nothing, and he knew it. Denver’s words, though… they meant EVERYTHING. Everything horrible came rushing back. “We’re not strangers… remember? We’re supposed to leave together. El Profesor will have us split into groups of two — it’s always been you and I. You’re my SON.”

▐⠀✘⠀⠀𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐒 .⠀ ❛  i’m  so  sorry  .  i’m  so  so  fucking  sorry  .  ❜ ⠀𝒇𝒕.⠀@multimuse-rp,⠀ 𝑴𝑶𝑺𝑪𝑶𝑾 .

⠀⠀ ❝ You’re sorry? ❞ After dropping his sick mother off at a roundabout like trash. Then lying to his face about it for years, knowing damn well how much he was struggling to fill the void left by her departure. How much he even hated himself for thinking she had taken off because of him, who he was; a colossal fuck-up. A lost cause, doomed to a miserable life. – He better be fucking sorry, live with that guilt every day. Of ruining himself and his own family. ❝ I’m sorrier. ❞ Instead of pain, Denver’s voice now carries remorse and rancor, pure hatred while looking straight into the other’s eyes, face still wet with tears, intimidatingly severe to add: ❝ Por quererte con locura. Waiting for you to get out of jail, every single time. Hoping it’d be the last. ❞ Because he needed him, god damn it. He needed at least his father to be there and stop him from messing up his life. Digging his own fucking grave; quite literally, that is. ❝ For seeing you as a hero… ❞ It is then that, inevitably, raw emotion slips into harsh tone, making his broken heart clearly evident. A wound that would never heal. However, gaze remains ardent and unwavering the whole time. ❝ Pero se acabó. ❞ His position on the matter, on betraying family; it was just unequivocal. Despite how much it hurt. ❝ When we get out of here… You and I are nothing. Two strangers: Denver, and Moscow. ❞

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MAN. She’d called him man. Maybe she wasn’t as professional as she seemed. The thought gave Moscow hope. Except for the fact that he had no idea what to say. He wasn’t as good under pressure as his son. Still, he tried his best. “Look, I have a kid. I mean, I was basically FORCED into this. I promise — I’ll never do it again. Okay?”

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Law enforcement was his worst nightmare. He’d been to jail once before, and he’d served his time, but that didn’t mean he was going to stop committing crimes, especially now that he had a son. Daniel was his life; he’d do anything for the kid. And the only way to make enough money to raise him as a single parent was through robberies.

He put his hands up, dropping his gun and letting out a sigh. Maybe he was getting too old for this. “Officer… I can explain.”

❝Come on, man. Sir. Don’t be use the clichés.❞ I can explain. It’s not what it looks like. Still, as the rest of her team was minutes away from her, she had no choice but to listen to him. And okay, perhaps, she would be in a better mood if she was not assigned this mission with the Vulture. At least it’s her that found him, and not him, who might have been convinced by whatever story this man is going to make up. So, she listens. Under gunpoint of course. ❝I am listening.❞