Alternative universe where Wymack gives up his “above my salary” rule and just straight up disses Andrew when he is pining over Neil
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Andrew: breaks into Wymack’s apartment to rant about how much Neil is a problem and a threat
Wymack: You want to fuck him so much it makes you look stupid
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Andrew and Neil getting in their usual first book word scuffles
Wymack to Andrew after Neil leaves them alone: So what have you decided on? Spring or Summer wedding?
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Andrew: allows some fox to score on him because he was too busy staring at Neil’s ass
Wymack not saying anything out loud but catching Andrew’s eyes with so much bored intensivity the words just materialize on their own in Andrew’s mind: Wow that was pathetic.
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Andrew feeding Neil some “i’ll still solve you” or other talk like that
Wymack not even raising his eyes from some documents he was filling out: I’ve seen fucking garden snails flirt better than you.
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Andrew buys Neil a matching phone
Wymack: And here I thought Nicky was the only useless gay in the family, good to see I can still be wrong.
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Wymack calling Andrew after Neil hitchhiked his way back to his apartment the first time Monsters took him to Eden: CAN’T YOU TAKE HIM OUT ON A DATE LIKE NORMAL PERSON???? YOU HAVE TO FUCKING DRUG HIM???
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Andrew: buys Neil like a half of wardrobe in a exact style Andrew prefer
Wymack: just aggressively sideeyeing him in silence
Andrew: SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP
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Wymack: shamelessly using Neil to stop Andrew from acting out against other Foxes
Andrew: Fucking stop it.
Wymack: No <3
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Wymack: sends Neil to Andrew to ask him to stop throwing balls at Foxes’ ankles
Wymack silently through very intense eye contact: JUST FUCKING BANG IT OUT AND STOP LETTING IT AFFECT MY GAMEPLAY
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Wymack: Do threats of violence usually work for you? Or do you know about some Neil's fetish none of us are privy to?
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Wymack to Andrew: Its good to know there is something that both you and Aaron share. I just didn't expect it to be inability to act like normal human beings around your crushes.
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hi hello
i love your regency stuff its amazing
especially arranged marriage soap
it just has a certain vibe to it like i fricking love the "madly in love" with "guarded, defensive" cuz then u get to see the person open up eventually 🥺🥺🥺🥺
He walks into your family estate with all the pride to his name. You're going to do your best to tear that down quickly. No point in drawing this sham of an engagement out longer than it already has been. His eyes touch you with so much heat when your father introduces you that you almost lose your nerve. He kisses your hand and it's the warmest greeting you've ever been party to. When he calls you Mrs. Mactavish you almost hit him, though you almost think he was hoping you would. His eyes hold a mischief you're not accustomed to.
No matter, you're good at this. Acting the part of terror. Your father excuses himself to let you two get acquainted, the maids run to fetch tea, you sit across from him in the drawing room and do your best to look uninterested. He sits comfortably, an air of unrivaled masculinity in the way he sits forwards with his elbows against his knees, his legs spread just on the edge of too wide. He puts on no gentlemanly airs for you, and some part of you appreciates that. The other part of you bristles at his attention.
"Is it true you men don't wear anything under those," You ask, pointing towards the kilt around his waist. You're going for rude. Though you're loathe to admit it suits him well, with the tailored waistcoat and jacket, he's a terribly handsome man. All the more reason for you to get rid of him quickly.
"Are ye hopin' to see for yerself, bonnie?" He asks, his smirk is terribly charming. Rakish and self assured. You hate it.
"Just trying to gauge your civility," You huff, turning to look out the window rather than at his smile.
"'Fraid I don't have much of that," He tells you, the rough timber of his voice and the lilt of his accent make you feel far too warm.
"No?" You snap your fan open to distract yourself, it must be the air not circulating.
"No," He purrs, "No use for it with you." You glare at him over the edge of your fan.
"I don't deserve it I suppose?" You accuse, at least the other men your father tried to marry you off to were polite. Until they ran off swearing at you.
"Dinnae say that," He hums, threads his fingers together as he inspects you. "I want you to call me Johnny," His subject change takes you by surprise, you snap your fan shut. You don't like not having control, and this feels very much like losing control of the conversation.
"Mr. Mactavish-" He cuts you off with a click of his tongue, the admonishment makes you stomach warm.
"Johnny." He corrects.
"Johnny," You grit, only to be cut off again.
"Ooh," He sighs, his voice low and promising, "Good girl." You open your mouth to says something, but nothing comes out. Your cheeks feel hot, and your breaths come heavier. He can't talk to you like that. Can he?
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sirius’ elbows are resting against the windowsill, a cigarette between the fingers of one of his crossed arms. he brings it up to his face, and inhales, and exhales, and looks at remus.
and invites him to take a drag too. remus takes it between his thumb and forefinger with less elegance than sirius, and looks at him as he exhales through his nose, the smoke coming out looping and twisting in the air.
remus wants to say something. he wants to tell sirius all he feels, or how he loves him, or just kiss him, because sirius is magic. he’s stardust and tobacco and the rain that pours down his neck like a column, he’s the crisp morning air and marble and the adrenaline coursing through his veins as he screams, loud, because maybe then someone would hear him.
instead, he smiles; sirius grins as an answer, and tucks a loose curl behind remus’ ear.
“are you letting your hair grow out?” he asks, pressing his back to the cold wall of the astronomy tower. remus feels small under sirius’ piercing gaze, so he settles on looking at his boots.
“i don’t know.” he shrugs. “haven’t thought about cutting it much. doesn’t really bother me as much as it used to.”
“it looks good,” he said, and remus feels his cheeks heating up, from down to his neck, taking over his ears. “really good, i mean. makes the greens in your eyes more vibrant.”
“thank you,” he mutters, his eyes still not meeting sirius’, now knowing that, for him, looking into remus’ eyes was a regular occurrence, because the green in remus’ eyes wasn’t something all that noticeable.
sirius hums. remus wants to kiss him. he doesn’t.
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