#c. liam

[kittym]

+ LIAM ( @lgriffiths​ )

MORNING, SUNDAY 28TH FEBRUARY. COFFEE SHOP, BATTERSEA. Helplessness gnaws at her insides as she stands in line for a hot drink, unable to avoid the bleary-eyed dedicated Sunday morning coffee drinkers around her rustling their broadsheet papers and tapping with interest at news articles on their phones, each cell of printer ink and each pixel transforming into images of broken buildings. Three bombs. Three crime scenes. Three attempts to bring down criminal empires by targeting the ( relatively ) legal masks they hide behind. How do you defend your loved ones from an explosive that has already detonated by an unseen hand? Kitty sulks, alone, dark rings under her eyes and a darker mood in the back of her skull, unable to even offer any particularly helpful advice to Femenias Energy as they fend off the media one press interview at a time.  

She stares dead-eyed at the back of the person in the queue ahead of her. Nothing particularly out of the ordinary occurs, the sound of air being pumped into hot milk and idle chatter dancing through the small establishment on the scent of roasted beans — until the man whose coat she’s been unintentionally letting her gaze burn a hole in turns his head. It’s a glimmer of recognition; a spark. “You,” Kitty utters, voice slicing through the otherwise languid atmosphere, dark eyes having turned their attention to his unshaven jaw and a furrowed brow. She’s quick to step forward into the gap between them, reaching towards his pockets without permission to feel for a firearm or weapon. “No way am I being murdered by you in this hipster’s wet dream of a coffee shop.” 

[marbeledroses]

@glitchworthremembering​

Abigail was quiet as Liam spoke, she gave him a small smile and she gently reached out to take his hand. She didn’t think it would be such a bad idea and Abi was pretty confident if she spoke to his Aunt, she wouldn’t mind. After all... would he live with his Aunt forever? Never go further than that? It wasn’t easy to explain why she cared for Liam.. but she did, she cared about him so much and she wanted to bring him out and enjoy life for all it was worth. After all, they only lived once and she wanted Liam to make the most of it. 

The young nurse gently caressed the back of his hand, his random noises and gestures didn’t fathom her and she couldn’t help but to bite into her lower lip. “I think if we both talk to her, and you tell her you want to go, if you do...the it’ll be fine. You’re an adult now Liam, you can make your own decisions.. especially when it comes to us.” 

[adauntlessangel]

Bit Of A Bumpy Introduction | Liam

Based Off Of This Plot @unretrxfied

Zoey was in his kitchen, small bump on display and she was grabbing a yogurt from the fridge. To say in her life she never anticipated this type of..arrangement? It was going for 8 and she was just planning on being lazy this Saturday morning. What else was for her to do? She was pregnant..and living platonically with the father..which was working in a sense, but..well. “Morning.” She gave him a small smile as she saw him walk in with that sleepy look on his face and it made her sigh softly. It was times like this in which she wondered how the growing lifeform in her tummy might look like..her or him? Either way, this child was going to be beautiful..and Zoey froze for two seconds as she felt something..like bubbles. She’d been reading her pamphlets and.. “Liam..” She whispered softly, moving her hand to her stomach and she giggled with unexpected glee. “Oh..I think they’re moving..” She gasped as it didn’t stop..”Come here..come here. Can you feel this?” Yogurt and all other problems forgotten..and this is why it was a great idea for them to move in together..he never missed anything. 

[stupidcupids]

@mxticulous.

it was late, another one of their three in the morning sessions. to be honest, she was wearing a t-shirt that she was pretty sure was his, and the only thing illuminating the room was the florescent glow of the computer screen. she had been typing another essay, something boring and legal. claire had been thinking a lot, not that she would ever come right out and say it, no. she would let everything bottle up inside until little by little something small would set the chain of motion -- like dominoes. slowly closing the computer, she stares into the darkness for a moment. finally she stands up, and turns on the bedside lamp to the dormitory. her hands are clasped together in front of her, in an attempt to keep her thumbs from twiddling anxiously. “do you think we should break up?” the question was sprung from no where, and it was almost like she was testing him, or maybe herself. maybe she was questioning too much, her career, her choices, the fact that she did everything possible to make her father happy, instead of doing the opposing for her own self joy.  “i mean-” her brows furrow, as if she’s attempting to gather the thoughts running away with her head. she was smart, too smart for insecurities, right? most of the time. claire was many things, independent, feisty, not afraid to speak her mind when it came to setting liam straight, or anyone else for that matter. she was great at following orders, look at who her father was. but she was also bossy, and sometimes she thought too much, she analyzed situations, and their outcomes. at least she took one thing from her major -- probability of win. and for as far as she could tell, the odds were stacked against them. her father was asking questions, to only receive vague answers, midterms were racking her brain for a job she didn’t even want.. and on top of things, she didn’t know what they even were. “is there even anything to break up? because we’re not together -- right? i know you said that you care about me.” and she more than liked him. it was obvious. or at least, she thought it was. “i think i’m - i..” claire sits down on the edge of the bed, blue hues peering down at him. “i like you.” she whispered. “i like you a lot. i don’t want to pretend anymore.. but if you do..” 

[stupidcupids]

@mxticulous.

based. our families have always been enemies --- but how could i ever hate her smile? 

      it’s autumn, and the leaves have fallen from nearly every tree in sight. there’s a glow to their surroundings, of pinks and oranges, and vast amounts of yellow. it accompanies the blue in her eyes, and the gold in her hair. they’re not supposed to be seen together, and yet they’ve managed to keep the act up in years of secret. her father was a powerful man, with even stronger enemies. and yet they had never fled from them, they had simply turned and batted an eye in their direction. but this feud went back farther than either of them could have imagined. with their fathers. and their grandfathers. over what? well, she doubts anyone even knows anymore. maybe it had to do with her father selling information on the family, maybe it had to do with something as simple as their grandfather’s loved the same girl. either way, the deed had been done and no one had been brave enough to question it. --- not until claire marshall had turned sixteen years old, and caught the attention of the boy next door who won her father’s hatred just by birthright. fast forward eight years, and here they were, in college, away from the life they’ve known, and paving their own paths. the male hits the ground with a thud, and the blonde is straddling his lap. the air is cold and brisk, and every breath leaves her lips slightly more chapped than before. a breath of air fogs around her mouth, the slightest hint of a smirk reaching crystal orbs. she pins him, huffing out a smile. “what was that you said?” she tilts her head, her chin lifting with a champion’s glow. “oh yeah, you smarted off and said you could take me --- you sir, are surely mistak--” before she can even finish her sentence, her phone rings in her back pocket. her dad. “shh.” she covers his mouth playfully, and feigns innocence as she answers the phone. “hey daddy -- oh, you know.. just hanging out with the girls.” she struggles to hold back a laugh. “mhm, oh yeah. i’ll be at the dinner tonight. the rixon’s are coming? well, you know them -- always trying to one up us and all.” her gaze flickers down to the male, grinning widely. 

[eatrude]

there is still a hint of honey liqueur on his lips --- the liquid courage necessary to even be here without an appointment, to move close, to settle on the older's lap like he damn well belongs there. ( he does. ) he isn't drunk; he wants to be able to remember this, to be functional, to be dizzy for the right reasons --- but he's sweet when lips come together and trembling hands cup cheeks. "you've replaced all my nightmares." a whisper, a secret. thanks. "i see you when my eyes close."

i asked for this || :)))) 

Bold, and dearly invited.  Hannibal only smiles.  He reaches, fingers slipping up the back of his neck and into his hair.  He tastes of honey, sweet on his tongue, malted spice and whiskey.  It took all the bravery he had in his bones to do this.  Hannibal does not turn him away.  ( Sweet, sweet boy, a FAWN too trusting of the wolf. ) 

“ And what have I replaced your nightmares with, mažai elnių ... how do your dreams reveal me to you ... ? “   they speak in hushed whispers, in the dark -- the dark, where Hannibal is most at home.  There’s a fire roaring in the hearth beyond them, hannibal’s eyes a shade of claret and startling red.  Liam never responds with fear. 

He’s CURIOUS, oh so insatiably curious, to know how LIAM sees him.  To hear him regale tales of a savior and not a WOLF.  No, Liam’s view of him he’s sure is so thoroughly and grossly inaccurate.  But it feeds his EGO and his PRIDE.  “ What is it you see when you close your eyes ? “ He whispers against his lips, tasting the liqueur there.  

( A SHAPE IN THE DARK, he will not say, FANGS DRIPPING BLOOD, he would never say.  Hannibal’s lips curl in a self - delighted smile.   Hannibal could show him, through tableau and gore, but Liam would never see anything but the callous hand of sadism and GRATIFICATION.  The typical minds of the police when viewing his WORK.  And he’s equally delighted and infuriated for it.  Liam will never SEE him, and that’s fine.  And it isn’t. ) 

[eatrude]

@babydetectiive cont x.

“ Sleep deprivation results in impaired cognitive function, delusions, paranoia ... you won’t be able to help bring that family justice like this, Liam. “   -- He understands trauma, he understands every reaction to the scene.  But it won’t do to allow this to RULE him.  “ You saw their faces and transposed them with your own family.  But you don’t need to bear that burden alone, Liam ... and more importantly, you need sleep. “ He insists again, gesturing for Liam to come down away from the shelves. 

“ I could give you something to help you relax, so long as you stay in my home so that I can be sure you stay safe ... “