#iain lucky

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happy luckyween to all the gay people inside my phone! 🎃🐈‍⬛🌙

a spooky season's greetings from me and the lucky legacy heirs! stay safe!! and have an excellent night! and if you don't like or celebrate halloween i still love u very greatly 🧡🖤🧡🖤🧡🖤🧡

lionel as a necromancer - franklin as a satyr - jakob as a metal devil - mischa as a pharoah - iain as cupid - toby as barbarian - shaw as serial killer

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It was funny, Toby thought, that Evan Caulfield's opinion once mattered to him. Now, he was just another kid who paid for a uniform and let it get to his head. And Toby had no reason to care about that at all.

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EDDIE: Ma, I'm okay… HELEN: We've gotta leave Copperdale. We've gotta leave. I'm serious this time. SHANIA: Dear, let's slow down before we decide anything major like that…

EVAN: (pant) Wait! Toby! EVERYONE: Huh? TOBY: Evan. What the fuck do you want?

EVAN: You left the team?! Toby, you can't! We're fucked! TOBY: I can do whatever the fuck I want, actually. EVAN: We just lost Konner, we can't lose you too!

TOBY: You can, and you should get used to it. Oh, you're gonna lose the game to Boundary? I don't care. EVAN: Toby, you have a commitment to keep. And you already paid for this year's uniform! What are you just gonna walk away because of something that had nothing to do with you?

TOBY: You can, and you should get used to it. Oh, you're gonna lose the game to Boundary? I don't care. EVAN: Toby, you have a commitment to keep. And you already paid for this year's uniform! What, are you just gonna walk away because of something that had nothing to do with you?

TOBY: Actually, once someone fucks with my friend--my best friend I've had since I was a kid--it does involve me, Evan. And don't take it out on me because you can't keep your attack dog on a leash. EVAN: (grunt) TOBY: Fuck your game, fuck your team, and fuck you. I'm done. I hope Boundary tears you guys a new asshole at the end of the season.

IAIN: A fine choice of words back there, buddy. TOBY: A waste of words, more like. (sigh) Let's just go, dad. Let's…get Burger King. IAIN: Burger King it is.

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Toby could feel himself free-falling into the abyss below, once afraid that uncertainty awaited him. But he realised now what lay beneath the mist: freedom. Freedom to be Toby Lucky, and not another Hare.

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COACH CALLER: A word with you, Mr. Lucky? Well, both of you. IAIN: Shoot, Martin. COACH CALLER: I've already spoken with the Whiteducks, but…I regret that this happened. Just so ashamed. That poor kid. Toby, you're a good friend for staying with him.

IAIN: I already know my son is a good kid. And I know that the Prescott kid is not. Now what are any of you teachers doing about it? TOBY: Dad… COACH CALLER: No, he's right, Toby. Mr. Lucky, be assured that there is absolutely no tolerance on my team for this sort of bullshit. Pardon my French.

COACH CALLER: The amount of parents that are already calling for punishment is overwhelming. Now as the phys ed department head, ain't much I can do besides take him off the team. I just have to hope that'll be enough. IAIN: (smirks) I'm sure the Prescotts doing backflips at the sound of that. COACH CALLER: Heh. Prescotts hate my Black ass anyway. (ahem) But that's…off the record.

COACH CALLER: Toby, you gonna stay on the team, son? I know we talked about it before, and now all of this…just wanted to know where you stood. TOBY: …no, Coach. It wouldn't be right. COACH CALLER: Mmh. I understand.

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Angelo...for so long, the name had just been a distant idea. Toby read his father, Angelo's words and hung onto them like they were a cliff face, and the yawning void of uncertainty stretched out below him.

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IAIN: Toby, wait…I'm sorry. Can I come in? TOBY: No. IAIN: (sigh) Shit.

IAIN: Just… (sigh) I'm sorry, Toby. Can we talk? TOBY: You can't keep this shit from me, dad. I'm not a little kid anymore. IAIN: …I know, buddy. I…I know.

IAIN: …we'll talk later. Please. … Alright. (sigh) Fuck.

TOBY: (shuddering) Fuck. Holy fuck… (reading) Toby….

"By my count, you're around 17 now. Happy 17th. You're almost a man. I wish I could see who you are. What you look like. I wonder if you look at all like me."

…"Short one today, as I'm writing this on my break. You must be done with high school soon? There's a good chance you're in high school, I think Iain would've made sure you had the best life. So I am not at all worried about that.

"As for me, I've found placement in a permanent centre in NB. Gonna renew my first aid certificate tomorrow. Life has been stable. I wish you could come see NB by the sea. It's beautiful out here."

"Other fathers I've come across in my time tell me their children were their greatest achievements before they got put in rehab. I know you are mine, too. I've never met you, and it's unlikely I ever will. Regardless of that, I love you. I'm sorry that that's the reality I created for myself. Shit, I tell you that in every letter I've ever sent."

"Never doubt that, Toby. -Your father. Angelo."

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Ezzy's first independent summer consisted of getting his own room, learning how to ride a bike, and his first time questioning why his grandpa looks younger than his parents when he should be like, 60 something.

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this cake kinda ass ngl

EZRA: Are you my grandpa? IAIN: Sure am.

EZRA: Okay, and you are...? ANGELO: Also your grandpa, but with worse timing.

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The following school day, the Whiteducks and Iain had words with Copperdale High's principal. Emotions ran hot and high. uncomfortable, sickening truths started to bubble to the surface.

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The following day

[SFX: Muffled yelling]

IAIN: …no--you tell me what the hell this school is gonna do about criminals like Konner Prescott! What you are gonna do about it! SHANIA: (numbly) Iain, don't yell. PRINCIPAL: Mr. Lucky-- HELEN: Mrs. Hawley, you have to understand that my son, an Indigenous boy, is now a statistic. Do you know how sickening that is? That boy needs to be expelled.

SHANIA: (shudders) Why did this have to happen to my boy…? PRINCIPAL: Mrs. Whiteduck, Mr. Lucky. I promise you, we are cooperating closely with the police to figure out exactly why this happened. I understand your anger, I do. But I have to ask you to remain level-headed about all of this… HELEN: Level-headed?! Let me tell you something, Mrs. Hawley…

TOBY: (quietly) I'm sorry I wasn't there, Ducko. EDDIE: You were there, Toby, it's okay. TOBY: It's not fucking okay, Eddie. I--I should've been there. I should've fucking been there.

EDDIE: …I just…why me? What the hell did I ever do to Konner, man…? SHANNON: Oh, Eddie… TOBY: I…I don't know. I don't know. But we can only hope he's going to be put away for awhile. EDDIE: He won't be. He's from some rich white family, and I'm not. TOBY/SHANNON: …

TOBY: Well, whatever happens, Eddie, trust me--trust me that I'm gonna be there. With you. EDDIE: … TOBY: Always. With you. Okay? EDDIE: …yeah. Okay. Thanks…Toby…

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now Tobias I fear you might be somewhat slow.

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TOBY: Wait...perfect skin...hasn't aged...out for blood... (gasp) Don't tell me...

TOBY: You guys are all part of an MLM?!?! IAIN: Toby...close but no. We're vampires. TOBY: Oh. That's less bad.

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Toby always thought of Iain as protective, a pillar, someone who made countless sacrifices for him. That was still true. But he now had to make room for the idea that his father could also be controlling, overbearing, and even a liar.

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TOBY: A--Angelo…my…my other dad. IAIN: The man who abandoned you. You need to get rid of it. Whatever it is, it's not good. TOBY: …no.

IAIN: What do you mean, 'no'? He's a bad person, end of story. Whatever he has to say isn't worth-- TOBY: I deserve to know who he is, at least! This is the first time he's reached out, I--I should-- IAIN: Hardly. Every time he writes, it's a goddamn sob story about how sorry he is. TOBY: What do you mean 'every time' he writes?

IAIN: I…he--he writes…a few times a year. TOBY: And you've been keeping them from me?! Dad! What the hell! That's actually really messed up! IAIN: He doesn't deserve to be in your life! He cut you out, he cut me out, because we were a fucking inconvenience to him. He isn't worth the effort. TOBY: But he wrote this to me. Don't tell me you've been keeping my mail from me?

IAIN: Toby, I've been protecting you from a dangerous and self-admitted criminal. A junkie. You think it's an accident that this came from some rehab centre in New Brunswick? He's sent letters from a bunch of them around the country. You think that's the type of man that deserves to be in your life? TOBY: I didn't say anything about that. I just want to know, dad. IAIN: You're better off if you don't.

TOBY: No. IAIN: What? TOBY: …no. You don't get to decide that for me. IAIN: Toby…!