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Some drawings of @hufflepuffwritingstuff2 OC drider Jasper

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So, I tried to draw little Mordred in arthuzooana world

I like the version there everyone are know from the start that Mordred is Arthur's son and Arthur knows Mordred destined to kill him.

So, I have two fanons for king Arthur as a dad:

first one - dramatic one. ~Arthur as some shakespearean character, who cant choose between love for his son and his kingdom (same way he cant choose between Gwen and rules of his kingdom). He really loves Mordred, but can't come over the prophecy. He can't kill his son, but cant accept him either.

The second one - is funny one. I think Arthur just love Mordred SO MUCH, he can't see any evil in him. And of course Mordred was little shit from birth, but *aww, look at my baby* - Arthur oblivious to this. Naturally, my Arthur will be this one.

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ok, if lion king, robin hood and zootopia - all existed in the same Disney universe. It might be that king Arthur, round table and whole story existed there too. "Artuziana" or "arthuzooana" or something like that. So I tried to draw king arthur of animal world.

I think he should be a lion, as it's seems Disney have a tradition to put lions in charge.

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Kay, is it really you?

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when you actually think that serial killer-kidnapper-maniac did the right thing

CW: Parental whumper, Stockholm syndrome, insults, crying, food mentions, alcohol mentions, mention of murder

Summary: Marshall goes to another party with Lawrence, where he meets one of Lawrence’s friends. Said friend isn’t very nice to Marshall, and Lawrence is not happy. Oh, and Marshall has Stockholm syndrome in this.

The party is hardly a party, Marshall thinks, as he looks across the room to see mostly people Lawrence’s age or older just casually talking to each other, slow jazz playing in the back. He wonders how many, if any people here other than maybe Charlotte know that he’s been abducted. Or if they’d even care. He’s sure they wouldn’t. Rich people and all that.

“Charlotte! Good to see you!” Lawrence hugs her.

“Good to see you too!” She looks over at Marshall, who’s wringing his hands awkwardly. “And it’s so good to see you, Marshall! How have you been?”

He chuckles nervously. “Uh, I’ve been fine. Thank you for asking.”

“Lawrence! How the hell have you been, man?” another guy at least twenty years older than Lawrence asks, coming up to him to hug him too.

“Pretty good. Oh, meet my son! Marshall, come over here.” Lawrence gestures for him to come forward, to which Marshall obeys. “Marshall, this is my friend, Samuel.”

Samuel puts a hand forward. “Nice to meet you. Your dad’s told me a lot about you.”

Marshall shakes his hand. “Oh… is that so?” He glances over at Lawrence, who looks more than happy that he’s being referred to that way by the older man. Honestly, it feels pretty nice.“It’s nice to meet you too.”

“I’ll be right over here,” he hears Charlotte say as she walks over towards her own group of friends.

Lawrence puts an arm around Marshall’s shoulders. “We’re gonna go to get some drinks.”

Laughing, Samuel says, “Sounds good. What kind of drinks do you like, Marshall? You look like you’d like shots. Just like your dad.”

“He doesn’t drink alcohol.” Lawrence’s tone lowers dangerously and squeezes Marshall’s shoulder. Marshall doesn’t know what else to do than chuckle awkwardly. “He usually gets apple juice.”

“Apple juice? Really?” Samuel doesn’t seem impressed in the slightest, but given Lawrence’s expression, he lets it go with a shrug. “If that’s what you want.”

“Thanks.” Marshall really doesn’t care for apple juice, but he won’t complain. As they walk to the bar, he notices some people staring, mostly at Lawrence. He feels uncomfortable how some people are even looking at his dad like he’s someone famous or something.

When they get to the bar, Samuel orders an apple juice for Marshall, vodka for himself, and before he can order something alcoholic for Lawrence, Lawrence interrupts to say, “Make that two apple juices.”

The bartender gets to work, and Marshall has to admit, the stunned expression Samuel has is pretty funny.

Samuel sips on his drink cup as they sit down on barstools. Marshall notices he’s staring at Lawrence too, but not like a majority of the party-goers here were. He looks like he’s trying to read his mind or something, eyebrows scrunched together.

“Want to pick up some food when we leave, buddy?” Lawrence asks Marshall with a soft expression.

He nods. “Yeah. The food here is too fancy. Could we get pizza?”

“That sounds like a great idea! How does Hawaiian sound?”

“Ew, no.”

“How dare you slander Hawaiian pizza!” Lawrence puts a hand on his chest dramatically, earning a giggle from Marshall.

For a moment, he forgets Samuel is even right there, his stare somehow intensifying. It feels like he’s looking into his soul or something. Marshall tries to focus on his father instead, though. He’s not used to calling the older man that, but recently he’s come to terms with it all. He feels happier this way.

“So… anyway…” Samuel clears his throat. “What are your interests, Marshall? Do you play any sports? Are you in college?”

The question makes Marshall frown, reminded the fact he doesn’t have a normal life anymore. “Uh…” He looks over at Lawrence.

Lawrence answers for him. “He doesn’t want to go to college or play any sports. I’m fine by that, I think college is too stressful and sports are dangerous. Marshall agrees with me.”

Used to agreeing with everything he says, Marshall nods his head.

“Oh… so… do you have a job?” Samuel asks next. His expression is somewhat judgmental. Marshall can’t tell if he’s actually judging him or if it’s all in his head, like it always is. He hopes he’s just being self-conscious again, but Samuel’s expression looks like one akin to disgust.

“N-no, not at the moment.” Or maybe even ever. Marshall isn’t really sure how he’s supposed to answer that.

Lawrence gains a similar frown to Marshall’s. “Is there a problem, Samuel?”

He shakes his head and takes another sip. “None at all.”

“Okay. Well, we should probably get going soon.”

“What? You just got here!” Samuel turns fully to look at him. “You just barely walked in.”

He hums in acknowledgement. “Yeah, well. I just realized I have a meeting in an hour.” He turns his attention to Marshall. “I’m gonna go say bye to Charlotte and then we’ll go, okay, kiddo?”

Marshall nods, relieved. “Okay.” He knows Lawrence was definitely not telling the truth, given Lawrence never forgets anything, not to mention he didn’t say a single thing about a meeting.

Samuel watches as Lawrence exits the room, then looks at Marshall. “How old are you?”

That’s a sudden question. Marshall cocks his head to one side in confusion at the question. “Twenty?” Almost twenty-one, but that would feel more embarrassing to admit. Samuel is likely already thinking he’s some kind of man-child.

“Twenty. And you don’t have any goals in life?”

Marshall’s face heats up more in embarrassment. “Well… yeah, I do, I’m just in no rush. You know?” He hopes Lawrence will come back soon. He doesn’t want to talk to this stranger much longer.

“I don’t think that’s healthy.” He doesn’t even try to hide the disdain in his voice. “Lawrence talked about you as if you were some toddler, so I thought maybe he was just protective or something. Now I can see that he just babies you.”

A bitter taste fills Marshall’s mouth at hearing that word. “That’s… that’s not true.”

“You know, most good fathers would want their kid to have a job, an education, something! But you just live your life like you don’t have a care in the world! Like you’re still a fucking four-year-old or something. It’s honestly disgusting.” He laughs when he sees the tears prickling the corners of Marshall’s eyes. “And now you’re going to cry too? Jesus. You’re a literal man-child.”

“Please, just… stop.” Marshall turns in his chair to leave and go find Lawrence, just to see him standing right behind them both. Neither of them noticed, and judging by his expression, he’s been there for long enough to hear Samuel’s taunting words.

When Samuel sees Lawrence standing there, his face almost falls. “Oh, hey, Lawrence.” He’s clearly trying to play it off.

“Hey, Samuel. What were you saying to Marshall? Maybe I heard you wrong, so could you please repeat that for me?” Lawrence has a strained smile on his lips, but Marshall can tell he’s pissed. So can Samuel, because the drink in his hand shakes a little.

Breathing heavily, he tries to laugh it off. “Oh, Marshall and I were just joking around. Right, Marshall?”

Marshall just wants to avoid any drama. “Y-yeah. Dad, I’m tired, can we go?”

“You go talk to Charlotte. I’ll be there in a sec.” He watches Marshall leave with one more glance their way, then looks back at Samuel. “He didn’t look like he was having a fun time. It’s almost as if you weren’t just ‘joking around’.” He’s no longer smiling.

He grins shakily. “Oh, come on, Lawrence, you know me. You know my humor.”

Lawrence grits his teeth. “Oh, okay. So saying he is a man-child and disgusting is funny to you? Making him cry is probably peak comedy to you then, right?”

“No! God, Lawrence, chill out! I didn’t mean anything by it! I jokingly said that just because I think kids at his age shouldn’t be sitting around doing nothing! You know me better than that, man.”

“No, I actually don’t, apparently.” His glare hardens. “If you ever talk to my son or I again I’ll fucking kill you where you stand. You hear me?”

Cowering at the tone in which Lawrence speaks, Samuel slowly nods his head. He doesn’t reply, afraid to make things worse.

“Good. I’m done here.” Lawrence goes to find Marshall, to find him crying in a now secluded living room, Charlotte rubbing his back comfortingly. She looks up at Lawrence with a concerned expression.

Lawrence sits next to Marshall, so he’s stuck between them both. He kisses the side of Marshall’s head and wipes away his tears.  "Hey, Marshie, it’s okay… he’ll never bother you again. None of those things were true. None of it. Okay?“

Marshall sniffles in relief and leans into his father’s shoulder. "I… I’m sorry for ruining your night.”

He chuckles. “What are you talking about, honey? Why would you ruin my night?” He strokes Marshall’s hair absentmindedly.

“Well… I knew you were looking forward to– to hanging out with your friends and stuff, and I ruined it.” Marshall sighs. “I’m sorry for being such a crybaby.” With how Lawrence has been treating him, he sometimes forgets he’s twenty. It feels nice to be a kid again, and to be reminded that he’s not and he should be having responsibilities right now makes him feel guilty. Guilty for being kidnapped in the first place, and guilty for enjoying the attention Lawrence gives him.

“It’s okay, buddy,” he murmurs. “You don’t have to apologize every time something happens. You’re not in trouble at all. It wasn’t your fault. He was being a real assho–…jerk.”

Marshall luckily laughs at that, which counts as a win for Lawrence. “Yeah.” He takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly before continuing. “Do you think we could still get pizza?”

Lawrence smiles down at him. “I think that sounds like a perfect way to end the day.” He looks up at Charlotte and mouths, “Thank you.” Charlotte is the only person he’d ever fully trust with Marshall.

Charlotte nods, grinning back. “Yes, you two go enjoy your Hawaiian pizza.”

They both laugh at Marshall’s over-exaggerated cringe.

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ok, officially - Nathan is my hero! Not the brightest one, but hero nevertheless) Great au! And all characters together are so interesting to watch. You are really good at showing how different they all are)

Could you maybe please describe or make picrew (is it even possible?) of their superheroes costumes? I think it might be fun to try to draw something on this au

superhero au is so great! Definitely needs a part two!

I'm not good at fighting scenes, but I tried in attempt to make things interesting. Also I focus on Nathan the most here, I promise continuing this I'll focus on Marshall and Sadie some more too.

I decided to give Nathan electricity powers, Sadie fire powers, and Marshall has generic healing powers.

CW: Parental whumper, violence, possessive language, multiple whumpees (one female whumpee)

Marshall has never recalled a time he felt more anxious, as he picks at his food with a fork. He glances at Sadie to see her staring down at her food with an equally anxious expression, and then to Nathan, who's glaring at Lawrence. Sadie's sat next to Lawrence, Marshall's right across him, and Nathan gets the spot furthest away from him. Marshall envies him.

Lawrence quickly notices Nathan's angry gaze on him. "I gave you multiple warnings, Nathan."

Gritting his teeth, Nathan says, "I don't even care about that. You kidnapped us."

"I'm protecting you, kiddo. From the outside world," Lawrence retorts. "Besides, it's clear none of you are fit to be fighting. I looked into each of your medical histories and I nearly got a heart attack!"

If he weren't a stranger, maybe that'd be reasonable. Marshall had multiple near-death experiences. He wouldn't be shocked if that were the same story with Sadie or Nathan.

"You're so wrong about me being 'not fit to fight,'" Nathan says, crossing his arms over his chest. "I've been training since I was a kid."

A chuckle comes from the older man. "There's a difference between being strong and reckless. Sometimes it seems like you don't ever think ahead, given your history of fights."

Sadie mutters something under her breath, but she keeps her eyes on Lawrence.

"I know you think you're invincible," Lawrence continues, "but I can assure you, you aren't. If you don't stop being so impulsive, you'll get yourself killed."

A growl emanates from Nathan's throat. "I'm not going to take anything a delusional crazy guy tells me seriously. If you think I'm so weak, fight me, asshole."

Marshall and Sadie both want to cut in, to say something that'll help, but all they can do is exchange nervous glances to each other.

Lawrence seems not affected in the slightest. "What good will that do? You'll just get your ego hurt further, Nathan."

Breathing heavily, Nathan stands up from his seat and leans against the table. "Then if I win, you let us all go. If I lose, then you can keep us here."

Sadie's eyes widen. "Nathan, you can't just--"

"Deal." Lawrence takes a bite nonchalantly. "After breakfast, though. I think it'd be unfair without getting our full energy first, right?"

"M-maybe we should get an opinion on this, too?" Marshall laughs, but is visibly shaking in his seat. It's not that he doesn't believe in Nathan, but showing how confident Lawrence is, it makes him scared.

Lawrence chuckles. "Of course, of course. I wouldn't want to make a rash decision without consulting all of my kids. If it'd help, why don't you all join in, too?"

Marshall still hesitates. As someone who fought against Lawrence before, he knows he's as irritating as he is powerful, even if he rarely does anything to show it. "It's... it's not worth it. I won't fight you." He knows he can hardly lay a finger on him, anyway, since he's still primarily a healer.

"Aw, are you afraid of hurting your dad? That's so sweet!" Lawrence coos, making Marshall want to throw his fork at him. The other two don't seem too happy about it either.

Fiddling with her fingers, Sadie says, "Marshall can heal us. He doesn't need to fight."

Lawrence shakes his head. "No can do, Sadie. It wouldn't be very fair that way. Besides, you shouldn't rely on your brother to heal you, that's my job."

"I don't need to be healed. I'm done eating." Nathan shoves his surprisingly empty plate forward.

"Well, then I guess we should get started, huh?"

...

Outside the house, Marshall is shocked to see an open area, isolated and even serene. It's an open beach, which Marshall can assume is his private property, considering it's too beautiful to be empty on a sunny warm day like today.

"Alright. You can make the first move," Lawrence tells the two. He looks rather unbothered.

If Marshall could run away right now, he would, but seeing what happened to Nathan, he knows that'd be an idiotic choice. He stays rooted in place, hands clasped behind his back.

"Fine." Nathan darts forward, hands lit with electricity, and lunges at Lawrence.

Lawrence easily sidesteps him, and when Nathan tries to go around, Lawrence grabs him by the back of his shirt and yanks him backwards. Nathan easily catches his fall, sliding backwards in the sand.

Sadie takes the opportunity and tries attacking similarly to Nathan. Lawrence reflectively kicks her in the stomach, knocking Sadie to the ground and sending her rolling in the sand.

Nathan quickly jumps up and charges Lawrence again, who just rolls backwards in the sand and avoids the blow. He kicks Nathan in the gut as well and sends him crashing onto the shore, where he struggles to push himself off the ground.

"That's the best you have?" Lawrence scoffs. "Try again."

Nathan groans and stands up, rubbing his stomach. He tries again, but Lawrence dodges again.

"Come on, Nathan. I'm not that hard to hit," Lawrence taunts. "What happened to all that training you did as a kid, hm?"

Nathan grumbles under his breath. He tries again, but Lawrence ducks and punches him in the side, making him stumble.

Lawrence smirks. "Raw strength is nothing if you can't even coordinate your attacks."

Sadie brings her hands together and shoots a flame at Lawrence, but he easily skirts out of its direction, and then grabs Nathan by the back of his shirt to throw him at her. She barely misses it, letting Nathan hit the ground on his side yet again.

Jaw tight, Nathan glares up at Lawrence.

"When you're ready to give up, just tell me and we can stop this nonsense," Lawrence chuckles. "I don't want you to get hurt, buddy. Either of you."

Sadie is silent for a moment, and then she says, "I'm done."

"What!?" Nathan glares at her next. "You can't quit!"

Sadie doesn't reply. She stares down at the sand, refusing to meet his eyes. After a brief pause, she goes to where Marshall's watching, on the porch of the house.

Grinning, Lawrence says, "Your sister has more common sense than you, kiddo." He opens his arms for a hug. "Come on, stop this. You'll be so much happier here than anywhere else, you just need to give it a chance."

"Never!" Nathan spits, and charges at Lawrence yet again, but just as he tries shooting another volt of electricity at Lawrence, Lawrence knocks him to the side and kicks him in the side this time.

Now that Marshall thinks of it, Lawrence has never shown any kind of powers. To see that he's overpowering them so casually and effortlessly, makes him wonder if they really are weak. Especially Nathan, who's insisted he was strong this entire time.

"This is getting boring, isn't it?" Lawrence walks forward and pins Nathan to the ground with his shoe. "Do you know what my power is, kiddo?"

"What?" Nathan grits out.

Lawrence smiles. "I can predict five seconds into the future before an attack comes. Which means I can do this forever, but I can tell you're getting worn out. Poor thing. Why don't you give up?"

Marshall's eyes widen to get that information, but it does make sense. He hears Sadie's breath hitch, as well.

"You're lying," Nathan replies, though he's clearly struggling. He tries attacking Lawrence again, but Lawrence moves his foot away and dodges yet again, giving Nathan the opportunity to spring back up.

Picking up speed, Nathan rushes Lawrence, throwing every punch he can muster and attempting to hit Lawrence with lightning.

His attempts are only hindered again as Lawrence grabs his hands and points them at the sky so the attack doesn't hit him. He looks a little tired from dodging each attack, but Nathan looks five times even more worn out, as he's definitely putting the most effort in, not to mention how hard he's panting from both exhaustion and anger.

Lawrence delivers a punch to his stomach, causing Nathan to stagger back and fall onto the rocks along the shoreline. When he regains his footing, Lawrence grabs Nathan by the collar and hoists him up.

"You can't win," Lawrence continues, "just give up. I don't like hurting my son, you know."

Nathan tries mustering more of his power, and though a few jolts emit from his palms, he's too exhausted to form anything worthy of another attack. He claws at Lawrence's hands instead.

"This is cheating," he huffs.

A smile spreads across Lawrence's face. "You get to use your powers. I think it's only fair I get to use mine, right?" He drops Nathan back to the ground. "I think we're done here."

"No," Nathan insists as he tries to get back to his feet, only to fall to the ground in exhaustion, gasping for air. "We're not done yet."

He doesn't acknowledge his words, instead picks him up like a sack of potatoes and grins at both Sadie and Marshall, who are looking at him in horror. "You know what this means. You're all mine now."

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It's almost Christmas, and her name is Eve ❤️

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yey! 💓💓💓i was longing for this! I believe you also might add:

marshall catatonic

manipulative marshall

Cold, Cold Eyes Masterlist

Main Series:

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Drabbles:

Lawrence takes Marshall on a picnic

Marshall refusing to eat

Marshall gets drunk

Marshall gets drunk pt 2

Fairy AU

Marshall stabs Lawrence

Nathan and Lawrence

Lawrence takes Marshall to meet his friends + Charlotte’s introduction

Marshall gets abducted by intruders and rescued by Lawrence

Villain Laurent and hero Marshall, Sadie, and Nathan AU

(if I forget some, please let me know!!)

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okay, i read all posts of this awesome whump story and I saw picrew and a fanart from potentiallypitt and i really liked them and wanted to drew  Marshall and Lawrence too

They are my favorites)

Hi! Saw your repost about manipulative whumpees and now i wonder - Would Marshall try something like this too? I know he is sweet cinnabon rawl, but at desperate times like these... Could he try manipulate Lawrence? And whould Lawrence fall for it? On the one side Lawrence should be easy to manipulate, because of how desperatly he wants to believe in the lie, but from another one Lawrence is really smart, so may be he'll be able see through the act?

Okay, what I'm trying to rquest here, if you would like to write it: Marshall trying to manipulate Lawrence (like calling him dad and playng role of the son, who needs his daddy, for example) so he would let him out of the basement or something like that

CW: Parental/creepy whumper, manipulation (mostly by the whumpee), noncon touching (nonsexual, platonic), restraints, infantilization

"I can't believe I trusted you again," Lawrence fumes, pacing back and forth and running a hand through his hair. "You know what? I think I'll keep you here for a whole week. That'll give you some time to think about what you did."

A week alone? Marshall shudders. "No... please! I-- I'm sorry! I wasn't thinking, please...!"

Lawrence hesitates, then shakes his head. "No, Marshall. You need to learn that your actions have consequences."

"No! Stop!" Marshall cries, because somehow, he'd rather go through a world of pain than be left here in the dark, cold, silent basement for more than an hour, let alone a week. He watches as Lawrence walks towards the door and tries again with something else he doesn't even think twice on. "Dad! Don't leave me!"

Nausea creeps up onto him when he sees Lawrence abruptly stop walking. Did it work? He really, really hopes so.

Lawrence turns around with an unreadable expression. "What did you say?"

Is that a good reaction? It's honestly impossible to tell. "I said... don't leave me... Dad. Please."

Oddly enough, Lawrence's face softens slightly. He stays silent, however, as if urging Marshall to continue.

Marshall's breath hitches in his throat for a moment, wondering what's going on through the older man's mind. Does he know what he's trying at, or is he completely oblivious? Maybe he's just amused.

"I don't wanna be alone here," Marshall continues anxiously, "it's... it's scary."

Much to Marshall's irritation yet more anxiety, Lawrence doesn't seem to approve of that. He takes another step to the stairs, and Marshall frantically continues.

"Dad, please! Please, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I'll never try running away again! I swear, this time!" Marshall has never felt so pathetic, lightly pulling against the chains that keep him to the wall. They don't hurt, being padded with soft material, but it doesn't change the fact they're restraining him. He looks up to see Lawrence still staring at him, but with less impatience and more pity. "I... I love you, Dad, please! I don't wanna be left down here!"

Lawrence finally breaks his unreadable demeanor at those words. He walks forward to Marshall and nearly falls to his knees. Marshall tries to hide his disgust when Lawrence cups his cheek, looking into his eyes.

"What did you say, kiddo?"

"I said... I-- I love you, Dad."

Lawrence's expression grows soft once more. "Oh, sweetheart..." He kisses Marshall's forehead, then holds him close. Marshall stiffens at first, but relaxes soon enough, resting his head against Lawrence's chest and squeezing his arms around his torso.

He hates every second of being close to his "father", but it beats staying in the basement for a week straight.

He risks a glance up at the blond, to just see him smiling so genuinely, like this situation isn't screwed up in the slightest. He wonders what goes on in Lawrence's head, if he's aware of his actions, or if he really is just delusional.

"I love you too, kiddo. I love you so much," Lawrence finally says. He sounds emotional.

Marshall hopes he'll never return those feelings. He knows hating the man will just make him more miserable, but being used to playing the role of a blindly obedient son doesn't sound much better. He doesn't care how genuine Lawrence sounds.

"I guess..." Lawrence sighs and pulls away from his grip on Marshall, "I guess we can let this one go. Just once, okay, buddy? If you try something like this again, I won't be anywhere near as forgiving. Understand?" He puts his finger on Marshall's chin to make the younger man look at him.

Barely nodding, Marshall keeps his gaze locked with Lawrence's. "Okay, Dad..." He doesn't like calling him that, but it still beats staying in the basement.

Marshall is sure Lawrence must have some clue he's faking it, but if he is, he's not saying anything to signify he knows.

Taking the chains off Marshall's wrists, Lawrence says, "I think we should watch a movie and cuddle. What do you think, kiddo?"

"That sounds great," Marshall replies nervously. He's now even more sure Lawrence knows this is all an act, because of his tone, like his question was a threat to disagree. He's not sure if it's his paranoia, or if he's just taking advantage of the situation now.

"Good. Then you can pick out a movie."

"Okay," Marshall agrees.

"Is it okay if I pick you up?"

Again, Marshall has to force his smile. "Y-yeah, sure."

Lawrence scoops him up and brings him to the couch, putting on Finding Nemo, despite never asking Marshall. Marshall still doesn't have the courage to argue, nor does he have the courage to complain when Lawrence pulls him into his lap.

He's never been a super touchy-feely person, so it takes all his self-control not to show his discomfort of being held by his captor.

Marshall doesn't realize he's falling asleep halfway in the movie until Lawrence's soft laugh wakes him up.

"Are you sleepy, bud?" Lawrence croons.

He rubs his eye. "Sorry..."

"No, no, you can go to sleep. I'm feeling a little tired myself." He adjusts so he's in a more comfortable position, which is on his side and holding Marshall somehow even tighter, much to the brunet's irritation. "I love you, kiddo."

Marshall doesn't reply until Lawrence shakes him slightly. "I, um, I love you too, Dad."

He's starting to regret saying everything he said earlier, because now he's sure Lawrence will never let him live that down.