Some doodles inspired by @captain-erwinmerica ‘s AMAZING Mafia AU Masquerade. Couldn’t help thinking about it and need to do some doodles or my head’s gonna explode… Not sure if it fit the fic itself but at least I tried. 6am now…I should go to bed.
We had to turn on a space heater in my office and that made me think of “White Out’, so here’s some post-ice wall cuddling… TGIF!
There’s a low murmur coming from the kitchen, the quiet but
firm voice of Mary Margaret helping to soothe Elsa’s guilt over all that has occurred
and her fears of a sister possibly lost forever. Emma knows that this is where
she should be stepping up as Savior, but she’s cold and tired and honestly –
completely unwilling to pull back from the comfort of Killian’s arms. That damn
ice wall might still be up on the edge of town, but the one she’s been keeping
up between her and Killian is currently nowhere to be found.
He shuffles slightly and she feels a gentle tug as a few
strands of her hair get snagged by the short scruff of his beard. It’s in that
moment that she realizes just how tangled up they are and her fatigue-clouded
brain begins to try to make sense of how that could be. With her alone in the chair,
he must be poised on his knee on the hardwood floor and has been since they all
got back to the loft. There’s no way his knee isn’t killing him, but he hasn’t
complained and has only jostled her twice, both times moving his body even
closer. The thought of the obvious pain he must be in just to hold her has her leaning
her head further into his coat to hide the blush creeping over her cheeks.
She’s given him the opening to show her the depth of the
affection he feels for her without fear of her rebuff and the strength of it is
warming her faster than the pile of blankets draped over her lap. She should
let him get up; even if she knows in her heart he doesn’t want to leave her
side. What’s even clearer is how much she doesn’t want him to go. She almost
died tonight. He could die tomorrow. It’s just the course her life has been set
upon and there’s still a needling part of her that wants to push him away
before it’s too late. It’s selfish, indulgent, and potentially harmful to them
both, but she just wants him here, close, in this fragile bubble of warmth and
Why I love the mayhem twins: Reese and Shaw started off platonic and they ended the series platonic. They never flirted and there were never any moments where there was heavy subtext that could be read into. They were legit big brother and little sister who were superheros and beat up bad guys together. That’s it. That is how you do an amazing m/f relationship without there having to be romantic undertones just because ‘He was a male. She was a female. They obviously have to be in love with each other.’
Besides Sarah had other plans for Shaw lol; she dropped hints [back in 2013] for romantic!shoot. The writers obviously took all her ideas into consideration and actually made them happen. Reese and Shaw stayed platonic and Root and Shaw became romantic. Thank you fortune teller!sarah. (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧