Welcome to my newest roleplay/ask blog!
I made a different one recently, but I'm not feeling Enriched enough by playing just one character, so I thought I'd make a blog for several of my OCs!
I will tag my characters (and others' characters) using the "oc:[name]" format.
I will tag similarly to my main WHF blog, with the exception of also adding tags for "story rp", "rp", “oc story” and "ooc", like I did on @average-wellington-wellie :) (+ “audio reply” for voice acted responses, “voice acting” for general VA stuff, and “redirecting…” when the recipient isn’t clear)
Rules:
NO MINORS PLEASE.
Please specify to whom you are speaking in asks.
If you want to initiate a roleplay, please make it clear somewhere in your starting prompt which oc or ocs you want to RP with.
No full-on NSFW on this particular blog (unless it's the typical stuff you'd find in We Happy Few already). Suggestive stuff is fine though.
(Slight addendum/clarification: I’m fine with stuff that would be found in the M[Mature] category on AO3, but nothing too explicit please 😅)
Other than that, I'm pretty flexible with stuff :)
OC info under the cut (will add more eventually!):
(updating some color-related language to be a bit more descriptive)
Misc OCs:
Carolyn Days Limericks:
Pronouns - She/her
Appearance - Long, "golden" hair; green eyes; warm-beige skin with tons of freckles; soft, somewhat curvy build. usually wears sun dresses and big hats.
Occupation - selling hand-knitted sweaters and water color paintings
Likes - art in general(knitting, painting, music, writing, poetry); sunny days; cool nights; rain
Dislikes - The Make-Believes's music; children; Alan Earl Days (disliked romantically)
Additional Info - Her "kidnapping" was orchestrated by her and the local Constables to get away from her loving husband. she never loved him more than as a friend, and she couldn't stand lying to him about that (and about having a baby) any longer. She just couldn't bear telling him the truth, but she unknowingly caused a worse pain than she could have if she just told him how she felt.*
*(outdated/false information! read "Average Morning, Average Days" and information posted on Alan's blog)
Slate "Moss" Barns:
Pronouns - It/its
Appearance - messy taupe hair, usually dirty; brown eyes; tanned olive skin with some scars and scratches; skinny-ish build. unless it is outside of Wastrel territory, it wears a bandana, a pair of ripped jeans, a tattered jacket, a torn shirt, and a decent pair of shoes.
Occupation - scavenger, hunter/gatherer for its people
Likes - being outdoors; its village; Wastrels + Downers; animals; honey
Dislikes - Wellies(more-so distrusts them); Bobbies/Constables; Joy Doctors; anyone who badmouths or tries to harm its people
Additional Info - Born Wastrel, and was born not long after the other children were taken/killed. More akin to a wolf or creature than a person. Instinctively distrusts Wellies, Bobbies, and Joy Doctors. Refers to itself in the third person, using "we", or with no self-referentials, and cuts out some words while speaking to make speaking quicker and easier.
(I have more to say about Moss bc I actually started a fic about it and drew a reference for it)
“Rockstar”:
Pronouns - He/him
Appearance - dark brown side swept hair; brown eyes; sensitive, scarred skin(color unknown, but likely warm-beige or slightly darker) with some faint stubble on his face; lanky build. usually wears blue or purple glad rags at gigs, but dresses casually when he doesn’t have to wear his façade.
Occupation - “I’m a music man.” (he’s a singer-songwriter)
Likes – solitude; vinyl records; birdwatching; dancing; remaining anonymous/unknown
Dislikes – his job; his boss; obsessive fans
Additional Info – He loved music and making his own songs while he grew up, but he didn’t choose to be a musician; his father knew a producer and forced him to become a professional singer-songwriter. In his down time, he reads, bird-watches, and lets himself enjoy the sounds of nature.
Daisy Kestrel:
Pronouns - They/them, it/its
Appearance - Medium-length brown hair, usually kept in a ponytail; blue-green eyes; freckled, golden skin with warm undertones; lean, somewhat muscular build. typically wears clothes made of breathable-yet-sturdy materials, in case they need to flee a scene or go into more nature-overrun areas (like Lud's Holm).
Occupation - Field Journalist
Likes - their job; going to the Reform Club; hot showers; nature; magic
Dislikes - Bobbies; Joy Doctors; the government; violence; liars; not being taken seriously
Additional Info - They have spent countless hours of their time dedicated solely to ensuring people can get their stories told and truths can be revealed. It has bravely gone into dangerous areas, such as areas where plague is prevalent, to get the information it needs. It sends out reports mostly anonymously in regards to topics that could get them hurt or banished (for example, things the Wellington Wells' officials have lied about). They secretly stopped taking their Joy one day because they hated forgetting the information they needed to remember for their job.
(fun fact: they're inspired an old MLP OC of mine lmao)
“Dr” Marten Pines:
Pronouns – he/him, it/its
Appearance – messy brown hair; a brown right eye (he is missing his left eye); light-brown skin with a lighter patch on his nose; almost scrawny build. usually wears his hand-made flower-dyed raincoat, rain boots, and gloves.
Occupation – Self-Appointed Doctor of the Garden District
Likes – Roses of Gilead; helping people; collecting items- especially plants; pine martens and other weasel/ferret-like creatures; books
Dislikes – his mental illnesses; being asked about his missing eye; being disbelieved
Additional Info – His delusions cause him to believe he is a Doctor and also part pine marten- thus his typical drawn depiction gives him ghostlike/translucent marten ears and tail. Nobody alive knows how he lost his eye, and he dislikes being asked about what happened. He has fluctuating trust issues, in that he has people he can trust, but if someone new is introduced into a situation he becomes anxious. He likes to help people whether he knows them or not, however.
Cassidy fell into bed her feet aching and legs sore from the walking and salvaging along the beach. Happy with the haul she felt like she put in a good days work. She hoped Dice would be home soon, she missed him and as the weather started to turn she started to worry.
Kingsley shivered in the rain as he quickly walked home, being careful not to slip. He waved to the few who were still out on the street, bidding them a safe night. By the time he finally returned home, he was sopping wet and freezing. Immediately, he sloughed off his clothes and tossed them in the washer, before heading to the shower to clean off the day. Hopefully he’d warm up before getting in bed with his beloved wife; he didn’t want to freeze her too.
Dice helped Cassie carry the boxes inside, not wanting her to have to carry the super heavy stuff. Not that he thought she was weak, but rather because he didn’t want her to get hurt. He gave her a grin and jokingly flexed his muscles before getting back to work.
“We’re getting close to done,” he said, lifting one box on each shoulder. “‘Ow are ye feelin’, sweet wifey?”
“Quite well given you’ve done a fantastic job with the work! I guess now all we have to do is assemble the furniture and book cases.” She replied putting down a box of books.
“How are you doing? Do you have a shift tonight?” She asked as she cleaned before she started to arrange the boxes in the respected rooms.
“Aww, thank ye!” He gave her a kiss on the cheek before helping with the organizing and such.
“I called out of my shift so I could ‘elp. The lads understood, thankfully. I think some might be jealous that I have such a wonderful wife,” he replied with a chuckle as he opened a box. “‘ell, I’d be jealous too. Yer an absolute gift!”
She chuckled at his comment about the others being a bit jealous. She had an idea who she was talking about, well at least two of them that she knew would rather be with her than walking the beat or guarding the labs. Still, the job was the job.
"I'm glad they were understanding, but you may not want to push them too much. I heard that since the numbers have gone down, they just aren't getting as many recruits as before," she replied.
She began to assemble the book case. "Could you put some of your muscle on this?" She asked when she got to a part she needed some help on.
He nodded in agreement. “It’s only a once-in-a-while thing. I ‘aven’t been off in what’s felt like ages,” he said with a little smile. “It’s always nice being with ye.”
He came over and assisted her, kissing her hands once they had a moment. “I love yyou,” he hummed softly, gently nuzzling her head. “Please let me know if ye need any more help. I know yer a strong one, but I’m always here for ye.”
Dice helped Cassie carry the boxes inside, not wanting her to have to carry the super heavy stuff. Not that he thought she was weak, but rather because he didn’t want her to get hurt. He gave her a grin and jokingly flexed his muscles before getting back to work.
“We’re getting close to done,” he said, lifting one box on each shoulder. “‘Ow are ye feelin’, sweet wifey?”
“Quite well given you’ve done a fantastic job with the work! I guess now all we have to do is assemble the furniture and book cases.” She replied putting down a box of books.
“How are you doing? Do you have a shift tonight?” She asked as she cleaned before she started to arrange the boxes in the respected rooms.
“Aww, thank ye!” He gave her a kiss on the cheek before helping with the organizing and such.
“I called out of my shift so I could ‘elp. The lads understood, thankfully. I think some might be jealous that I have such a wonderful wife,” he replied with a chuckle as he opened a box. “‘ell, I’d be jealous too. Yer an absolute gift!”
Dice helped Cassie carry the boxes inside, not wanting her to have to carry the super heavy stuff. Not that he thought she was weak, but rather because he didn’t want her to get hurt. He gave her a grin and jokingly flexed his muscles before getting back to work.
“We’re getting close to done,” he said, lifting one box on each shoulder. “‘Ow are ye feelin’, sweet wifey?”
Nobody said it was easy, nobody said it would be this hard. - Coldplay
Cassidy was working in the shed on her motorbike when she heard the door open. She looked up quickly dropping the spanner on the floor, it fell heavily with a clatter and rattle as it scraped across the concrete.
“Yes?” She called out, quickly covering her work when she saw the silhouette and headlamp.
Constable Dice crossed the threshold, his posture uncertain and… ashamed? “I need to talk to ye about somethin’ in a moment,” Kingsley murmured, looking at the ground with a sigh. “Sorry, shoulda knocked…”
He rubbed his arm anxiously, his gloved hands gliding over the blue fabric he wore. “I did somethin’…” The man’s eyes darted around. “But first, uh… What are ye doin’?”
She stood up and wiped her hands on a towel stained with grease and smiled.
“Just working on a project” she replied as she pulled the cover back on the “project” to reveal a dark gray Royal Einfeld motorbike the paint was military. British military. The signals insignia faded but present along with issue number.
“I’ve been working on it for a while now, salvaging parts as I can find them. Never know what might wash up.”
She paused when she saw his expression and heard his tone change. “Kingsley? What’s what’s the matter?” She asked tentatively.
“That’s bloody incredible, Cassie!” he exclaimed quietly, looking over the vehicle in awe. He nearly forgot what he came there for, he was so intrigued.
“As for what I needed to talk to ye about… I…” He cleared his throat, his feelings bubbling up and choking him as they simmered in the back of his throat. “I… broke up… with… Alan.” His voice broke as he spoke, and though he was relieved he finally said it, he still sounded regretful.
He then elaborated, “Good news is ‘e took it well. Bad news is ‘e doesn’t trust me much right now… ‘e’s gone off to see Lionel. DeVill, Lionel. I ‘adn’t ‘eard that name for some time, so I asked ‘im some stuff, and ‘e got defensive, saying ‘e wasn’t getting with ‘im, just talking to ‘im. My bad, ‘onestly…”
She looked around and handed him a somewhat clean handkerchief.
“Are you sure?” She asked quietly, looking at him and feeling by her own heart ache at the pain she saw in his eyes and knew Alan must be feeling that as well.
She bent down and picked up the spanner, giving him some space to process the feelings. “You can cry here, damn well know I’ve shed a fair share of tears here.” She stated as she returned to loosening a bolt.
“I guess you’ll be staying here? I mean you can if you want to, I won’t force you, but if the station is too much you’re always welcome to stay.” She added with a smile.
“I’m sure. I don’t feel the same way I did about ‘im that I did before I met ye, not anymore.” He sighed. “Plus… it’s likely too late to take it back, even if I did change my mind.” He took the handkerchief with a soft thanks and dabbed at his eyes.
“‘e said I can still stay with ‘im at ‘is ‘ouse, but not forever… I’m sure it’ll be a bit awkward if I go back.” He chuckled, the sound a melancholy one.
“I won’t intrude on ye, Cassie, that wouldn’t be right. I’ll go to my own house, unless ye’d rather me stay. It’s fully up to ye.” He gave her a soft smile, still staying put as to give her space, too.
“Not at all! We are engaged it makes sense, I mean, you are more than welcome to stay with me or I could stay with you. I love you Kingsley. Very much and I very much want to have you in my life in every way.” She replied standing up and walking over to him.
She gave him a tight hug, and she felt him shake a little as the emotions of the moment were processed. “It’s ok…” she whispered as she pat his back and held him. “It’s ok…just let it out.”
“I love ye too, Cassidy, so very much. I love ye with all my ‘eart and soul, and I never want to leave yer side for anyone or anything. Yer my universe,” he wavered softly as he held her back.
Tears trailed down his cheeks and dropped onto the floor, leaving behind small circles in their wake.
He gave her very tender kisses after some time, mumbling, “Thank you, beloved,” after the first, and soft confessions of love after the next.
He loved her so very much, it nearly made him forget everything else in the world.
She held him close and smiled as he kissed her tenderly. She returned his kisses, his lips salty from his tears breath sweet from the whiskey she knew he drank. She loved it when he called her his beloved, that he loved her so deeply and fully. It was unlike anything she had known before and will ever know. She held him tightly.
“So,” she whispered “what will it be, you here with me or do I get to stay with you?” She asked him.
“Well, I’d be mighty ‘onored to sweep ye off yer feet and take ye back to my place to keep ye nice and warm this night and every night after,” he said with a smile. “And I’ve got a bed I’d like to share with ye when yer ready…”
He gave her a loving half-lidded expression, his feelings of upset long gone now. “Will ye accompany me ‘ome, my dearest wifey to be?” he asked softly, taking her hand in his.
“Yes!” She replied throwing her arms around his neck and kissing him deeply. “All that and so much more!” She beamed, glowing from happiness that he would do that.
“You can always sweep me off my feet and more.” She whispered. “My heart is yours Kingsley.”
Then, she realized she just had to finish a few things. “Can you hand me that spanner, I just need to finish attaching that line to the engine and I’ll stop there.”
She tightened the nut onto the attachment and then checked it for fastness. Once happy with the fit, she put her tools away, washed her hands, and covered the bike.
He watched as she worked and did anything she asked, all the while admiring her careful actions and loving seeing her doing something she enjoys. He smiled softly once more as she covered the bike, feeling honored to have seen such a secret part of herself.
“Are ye ready?” he asked quietly, as if nature itself could hear him. He was certainly ready, and even had worked out several more hours weekly than he used to in order to be strong enough to carry Cassie for as long and as far as he needed to.
He also had wanted to ensure he could hold her in any position she was comfortable in, without his arms getting tired. She was his priority in every facet of his life, and now he had the time to protect and pamper her and only her as well.
“You know, you don’t have to carry me but once we get to yours if you want, you can carry me over the threshold.” She added with a shy smile and good-natured laugh.
“Hey I forgot to ask you, everyone here seems to be from somewhere else so, how did you come to live in Wellington Wells and where did you call home before?”
He grinned and chuckled at her first statement before having to think very hard at her question, his smile falling. “I… I don’t remember. I feel like I’ve always been ‘ere, but… I don’t know. Never left the isles, but also don’t remember where exactly I’m from.”
Kingsley let out an anxious laugh. “I’m sure it’s no big deal not to remember. It’s not like I’d ‘ave anyone to come back to anyway. Plus, I’m ‘appier ‘ere, with you!” He tried to muster a smile, but with a small flash of a memory, it turned out more like a grimace, so he stopped.
“I ‘ad a sibling. A twin, almost identical. We used to live together, but I… I think when I joined the Constabulary, ‘e stopped talking to me. ‘is name was… Piper. Pip for short. ‘aven’t seen ‘im in years…” He sighed. “Why did I remember that…? I don’t know…”
“Well given we are engaged and soon to be married it might be good to figure it out.” She gave his hand a squeeze when he grimaced and seemed to struggle with an answer.
“It’s hard to remember before you know the incident but we all had lives before ‘45. I worked in London, and came over with the Women’s Auxiliary corps, got sent with the signal corps here and well ended up being stuck here once they blew up the bridges.” She remarked.
“I mean we have forgotten names, but some things we will never forget.” She replied softly. “Ever.”
“I had a family too, I haven’t heard from in years. Since they stopped the post.” She bit her lower lip. “It’s something I’ve … only shared with Sykes but now I share it with you. I never intended to stay this long. I wanted to go back, to go home. It was hell at first but I met Sykes, then Morris and Alan.. now you and my world has changed so much. Home feels like a distant memory but one that still calls to me.”
She walked with him hand in hand down the street in the twilight, the music of the Make Believes piping out over the televisions.
“Sometimes on quiet nights I think I see things like airplanes across the sky just little flashing lights and I wonder if the war is over what is happening on the mainland.” She speaks quietly.
Kingsley listened quietly and politely, occasionally nodding and humming in agreement or acknowledgement. He gently squeezed her hand once she finished in empathy. “Thank ye for trusting me with yer story. I’m sure it wasn’t easy to share,” he softly said, kissing her head and giving her a hug.
“Maybe… Maybe we can get ye out, get us both out someday. Get a boat, a plane, a-a catapult… I don’t know, but I… I want to ‘elp ye get back to yer friends and family. Especially knowin’ that they’re quite likely still out there.” He was hopeful, even though he knew it would be no easy task.
“Or if ye don’t want to leave, that’s okay too. But… I want to try, at least once. I’ve ‘eard some people might ‘ave gotten out. Like one of Alan’s friends…” He paused. “Allegedly… It might be possible… Ack, I’m rambling. We’re ‘ere.” He led her to the front door and opened it for her. “After yyyou.”
“It will all be okay. I’ll keep ye safe.” He wrapped his arms around her again and rubbed her back. “Alan’s friend is a journalist. If I can find them, I’ll find out what’s been ‘appening, for us both. Then we won’t be so in the dark.”
He then led her to his bedroom, opening the door for her again. “Let’s worry about this stuff tomorrow, or even another day. For now, let’s try to settle in and be close to one another. What do ye say, love?” He was trying his best to help her find her calm, not wanting to make the evening more tense.
“Of course, love!” With that, he rifled through his dresser, trying to find something Cassie might enjoy. After a moment, he had an idea. “What is mine, is yers, my dear wife! Please, feel free to take whatever shirt ye like!”
He smiled and gestured to the drawers, doing jazz hands at the same time.
she took a simple white cotton undershirt and went into the adjacent bathroom to change. She cleaned up and then put it on. It hung so low on her it was practically a nightgown. She finished cleaning up then went back to him, and stood beside him.
“So, you know..I suppose now would be a good time to carry me across to your bed eh?” She grinned up at him.
“Yer absolutely right~” He scooped her up and gave her so, so many kisses as he carried her over to his bed. Ever so gently, he laid her down with one last kiss, giving her a dopey smile as he looked down at his most beloved.
Snapping out of his love-daze, he asked, “Are ye comfortable? I can get ye more pillows or anythin’ ye need!”
The fact he called her his wife, just made her heart beat faster. Then, how easily he scooped her up and carried her to his bed, only to gently lay her down made her catch her breath in anticipation.
She loved him so much, and his smile, his glorious yet dopey smile only made it sweeter. She reached up and pulled him down into a deep, passionate kiss. One kiss melting into another as they caught their breath only to come together again in the moment that betrayed a simmering passion tempered with love, and sweetened with affection.
"I am quite comfortable.." she whispered between kisses. "The only thing I need, is some one, and that some one, is you."
She looked up into his eyes, her own eyes sparkling, wet with tears of joy, the real kind of joy. The joy that surpasses anything artificial, the good stuff. The joy that shapes and forms lives, and helps us understand what and who we are. The joy that keeps strong even in the darkest of moments, a little candle, a star that burns bright. The love she felt for him, the joy he gave her was far more powerful because behind that joy was hope. It was peace. It was kindness, and patience. It kept her going and it was something that was hard to put into words but deeper and stronger than words can convey.
"I love you Kingsley Dice, and I look forward to taking your name until the end of my days." She whispered.
“Now will you come here and cuddle me? Let’s just hold each other in this moment and enjoy the peace. I think we’ve been through so much.. and right now, I just … I need you.” She said.
Kingsley slid into bed beside his beloved wife-to-be and opened his arms, embracing her and holding her close. If he could, he’d never let her go and continue to hold her, to become one with her- emotionally, physically, cosmically.
Her stardust entangled with his, every molecule and atom intertwined until they were a cloud of beautiful shimmering light… He dreamed of that once, and it was almost the most gorgeous thing he had ever seen- but it could never beat the beauty of Cassie herself.
“I love ye too, Cassidy Dice, and I am so excited to get to spend the rest of our lifetimes together,” he replied softly, tucking her hair behind her ear and pressing a gentle, warm kiss against her lips once again.
She laced her fingers with his, rubbing her thumb across the space between his index and thumb.
She snuggled close to him, as close as she could get. Then, she moved his hand over her heart as she rested her head against his chest, listening to his own heartbeat. His heartbeat calmed her, and his scent made her feel relaxed and safe.
When he called her Cassidy Dice she smiled as he kissed her. The name, his name, was perfect. Not Morris nor Sykes, just Dice. She was his, she belonged to him and he belonged to her.
She released his hand to run her own hand up and down his side slowly. Her fingers traced the ripples of muscle and sinew of his side and back. She drew lazy patterns on his skin, warm and soft but taut across his muscles. She traced the patterns of his scars and connected the dots of his freckles. Memorizing his body in every way.
“I was thinking, where do you think your brother might be?” She asked him.
Her soft touches drew a content sigh from his lips, making him feel incredibly safe and sound. At her question, he hummed in thought.
“Somewhere on the mainland, probably. Unless somehow, some way ‘e got in ‘ere. I doubt it, though… ‘e was never much of a fan of leaving ‘ome… wherever that is…” He gave her a loving look, but there was a tinge of sadness behind his eyes from the thought of his brother.
“Now that I really remember ‘im, I miss ‘im more than ever… E-enough about me, though. Uhm… Would yer family be in London? Or, uh, elsewhere, or- ack- well, ye don’t ‘ave to talk about it, if ye don’t want to, but I love learning more about ye.” He chuckled shyly, a bit embarrassed by his uncertain little stutters.
“It’s going to be ok, we will figure it out and find them.” She whispered against his skin.
When he asked her about her family she sat up a little and looked at him, tucking her knees up under her chin. “They were back in America, but I’m not sure if they are still.. there.” She replied.
“I lost contact with them, and now I’m not sure who is left.” She stated quietly looking down as she hugged her knees. “Maybe once we can get to the mainland, we can find him?”
He sat up as well and rubbed her back with a brief nod. “If we’re together, I’m sure we’ll make it… I hope we can find some of yers, too, wherever they may be.” He nuzzled her gently and kissed her cheek.
“Ye don’t ‘ave to look for them by yerself. I’ll be with ye the whole way, and no matter where ye go, I will be there to hhold yer hhhand.” He forced the H sound to come out in order to drive his point home, wanting to make sure she knew he meant every word.
“So, I do want to know, what was your best childhood memory?” She asked him, “and if you could experience something again from home, what would it be?”
“Good questions!” He paused and hummed in thought, tapping his chin. “I think for the memory, it would be playing in the back garden at ‘ome with my brother… Pip and I would play for ‘ours and ‘ours, and one time we found a butterfly. Was a gorgeous specimen. I remember Pip got so excited ‘e accidentally scared it off! ‘Twas a funny day…”
He sighed, then gasped. “Ohh, and me mummy’s pie!! Sorry, my mum’s pie. The best peach pie I’ve ever eaten. Nobody’s ever made it better than my mum.”
He smiled sadly. “I miss ‘er, too… Oh! Cassie, what’s yer favorite memory? And what do ye want to experience again?”
She smiled as she lay back and looked up into the darkness. “I think I’d like to go back to my grandpas farm, lay in the field just beyond the summer hay, and listen to the birds and insects. To catch fireflies and smell the aroma of a campfire. I’d like to hear the hymns at the church in town and smell Sunday dinner.” She wiped her eyes with the back of her hand.
“They’d love you to pieces Kingsley, my family.” She added with a sniffle. “I’m pretty sure they’d ask all sorts of questions and try to recruit you for a game of American football.”
Dice laid down beside her again and smiled too, loving to learn more about his dearest beloved. Gently, he kissed her forehead, honored she’s trust him with this vulnerability. “I’d be delighted to meet them someday. That sounds absolutely lovely, Cassie.”
His heart ached for her, hearing her sniffle at the memory. “We’ll find them, eventually. This longing won’t ‘ave to be forever. And then we can make new memories, all of us together!”
Maybe it was too hopeful or ambitious of him to believe it was possible, but he wanted to do anything for her.
“One day you will, I’m sure of it.” She replied watching him with a warm smile.
“I would love for us to make those memories, and to introduce you as my husband if only to watch their jaws drop that I’d finally settle down!”
She chuckled as she snuggled closer to him the room feeling a bit colder than usual. “Are you feeling a little better?” She asked him softly looking up into his eyes as she curled up resting her head on his chest while she caressed his cheek and combed her fingers through his soft hair.
He chuckled softly and wrapped his arm around her, rubbing her back again. “I’d be ‘onored to be introduced as such. And I’d love to introduce ye as me- my wife to my brother and mum. They’d fawn over ye and make sure ye were treated right.”
He hummed contently and smiled down at her, stroking her hair gently once more. “I am for sure. Thank you so much, love. Are ye doin’ alright?”
before i go to sleep i thought about an AU where Alan is still in CT&TCS,,,, he’d be such a sweetheart still but also a fuckin jerk and i love that for him
