#theoddsquad

[homeofthevan-a]

@theoddsquad asked:  He's been quiet. They've been on the train for a while and he's not entirely sure where it is they're going. Hes mostly focused on the clack-clack and the sound of the locomotive. The occasional horn.. the cool air against his skin, and the pressure of Mallory's body leaning against him. Ivory seems deep in thought. "How long had you been looking for me?" he asks "And why didn't you leave when you'd seen what I had become. Why are you still here? You're a fugitive now because of me."

The train ride was quieter than she was used to - not curled in the back alone next to the luggage.  Now, she was curled next to someone, and that seemed to make all the difference.  Ivory was with her. He was the cool-warm of another human pressed against her, and the feeling of him breathing had lulled Mallory into a calmer state than their frantic pack-and-run.

And he spoke. Mallory sat up slightly, blinking. Questions. Answer them in order. “Since you left.” That one was easy. “The day you disappeared, I started looking.”

A small pause. The rest, was all one question. One very hard one.

Mallory curled back in, placing her hand on his arm, breathing slowly. “Because...I love you.” One statement that seemed far too small for all it meant. “I was a fugitive before you. Overwatch is technically illegal, and before then I’d been running from Talon, so I was as good as a fugitive anyways. I don’t remember living any life that wasn’t on the run.”

A small, soft smile. “And you’re not as different as I think they want you to believe you are. Yes you killed people - but you did that before. Before you were with Overwatch, even. What they did to you isn’t who you are. It wasn’t, and it still isn’t, and that’s why I didn’t give up on you. Because I love you, Ivory.”

[suzumesoul-blog]

“Whatever at least I give good head” Ivory materializing out of nowhere ‘Did I hear someone say they give good head?’

“Alas, it must be wishful thinking. The mind is a powerful thing!”

IVORY NO.

[sp4nner1nth3w0rks]

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He perks up immediately at the accusation--but is less than put off by it. “Exactly!” he says, pointing up into the air with a snap of his fingers. “I do want something from you, Grimm.” An alias, obviously (psh, as if names were that hard to come by), but he’s more than used to calling people by their handles. “Glad we got here so quickly.”

He leans forward, almost a mirror action of Adrian’s, though he crosses his arms instead. His mask defaults to two X’s as he stills. Now he means business.

“You’re not bad,” he says, a genuine compliment. “Normally we’d be happy to let you run off on your merry little way, but you’ve stepped on our toes a few too many times, now.” He puts his hands up, not allowing the chance for a reply, “Now--don’t worry, you can keep the money, if that’s what you’re getting from this. But it takes a long time to build up leverage and it’s irritating having the carpet tugged out from under you with no warning, y’know?”

He leans on the table again, settling with a thunk. “So how do you feel about--I dunno--cluing someone in to your comings-and-going-ses? A few...friends?”

[thecoolminister]

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theoddsquad

Adrian chuckled a little “guess she didn’t want me to somehow catch myself on fire trying to clean the mess up” he jokes as he follows Joseph in “Your home is lovely” he says as he looks around. Well he’s at least got pictures of his wife. Or who he assumed to be Joseph’s wife.

He smiles “It’s fine. Take your time. If you need any help with them let me know.” He says and he politely shakes his head “I’m alright, thank you” He murmurs. He doesn’t sit down, even though he’s friends with Joe he is a little awkward still. Instead he decides to examine the pictures placed on shelves and hanging on the walls. The woman doesn’t look happy in what he’s assuming on the more recent ones.

He hopes everything is okay, but he doesn’t ask- he’s worried it’d be too personal. He was sure Joseph would open up to him if neccisary if things were that bad. Maybe his wife just had resting ‘I hate my life’ face?

Joseph excused himself before going upstairs to help the kids getting ready and if Adrian wasn’t so focused on the pictures he would have heard the tiny footsteps behind him and before he could know the twins were on him. “Can you keep a secret? The Santa Claus at the Mall is not the real one. We don’t know if you already knew it, daddy doesn’t... but we didn’t tell him because he seems happy.” They stared at their neighbor like they could look straight in his soul and waited for him to promise he won’t tell anything. “Can we go at least ice skating afterwards?”, Chris look at the scene from the stairs and just huffed coming downstairs; he disliked being photographed but he knew his father would never let him home alone. Joseph joined them with Crish cradled in his arms, all tucked in warm clothes and a tiny set of scarf and gloves. “We’ll see about that, you should first ask Adrian if he knows how to ice skate or it would be boring for him”.

[suzumesoul-a]

A GIFT FOR @theoddsquad BECAUSE THEY DESERVE NICE THINGS and shadow and genji are wonderful. i would’ve spent longer on this/cleaned it up etc but it’s 5am and i’m suffering. ENJOY.

[tekhearthazenyatta]

@bluedragonsxawaken said:

Shadow: yes. He sends me photos of you all the time, it’s adorable really!

“Is that so?” He makes no attempt to hide the amusement in his voice. “That is adorable.”

[cryptidknife-blog]

“are you saying this doesn’t turn you on?” Ivory whispers as he presses Robert against a wall and bites at his neck “If that’s what you’re saying... I have a hunch that you’re lying” he says, his choice lowering as he digs his fingers into Robert’s thighs. Oh damn.

Note to future self: don’t fuck demons, and don’t fuck with demons, either. There’s something deeply unnerving about knowing Ivory can feel Robert’s arousal just as much as his self-loathing, or his desperation. But, well. Robert’s standards are practically non-existent by this point, and he’s already hard, so they might as well continue.

Robert gives in, voice a quiet, whiskey-rough growl. “You--ah--you got me.” There’s no shame in it. He’s past that point, thighs shaking under Ivory’s hands, dick straining against his jeans. “If I admit I’m rock fuckin’ hard will you shut up?”

[magicmonstersandmischief]

“I need a favor” to Kriss from Ivory [theoddsquad]

“Whatever you need, no questions asked.” her chimed all too eagerly, a smirk spreading across his face, “As long as you can live with owing me the same kinda deal in return.”