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A large part of Malcolm wanted to tell his son that he would never have to kill. That if he could just fight to survive, just get away, he would be okay. And when he had first started his training, he had thought that way, but now he knew better. If an enemy got away, they would only keep coming until you were dead, and more than that, if you weren’t willing to kill, then you couldn’t fight to the best of your abilities.
Malcolm nodded once at Tommy’s words. “I’m far from keen on the idea of you being caught - I hope it never happens, but to live in hope is foolish. We have to be ready for the worst, or else there really is no hope.” He rose to his feet again. “Come with me, and we can begin your training.”
At least for this matter, he knew Malcolm was telling the truth. His words never strayed and the fortitude beneath their discussion was enough to stay on a straight path. Honestly, he couldn’t bear the thought of hearing any more lies. Even if the reality of the situation was less than welcoming, Tommy would rather be provided with real answers, not one’s masking and hiding them away.
Hope could mean different things to various people but he seemed to already cast the term aside long ago. A stiff nod was given after Malcolm’s reply. Tommy got soon after, his muscles still feeling a bit stiff after everything that happened. There were inklings of unease in his features but he did his best to keep his expression calm before speaking. “How long do you think it will take for you to teach me everything you need to?” he asked, following behind his father.
"Everyone's different," Malcolm replied, keeping his eyes forward as he walked. He didn't want to think about what he would have to put his son through - he had hoped that it would never have to come to this. A part of him wondered that if he had known how everything would turn out, if he would have gone through with it in the first place. But he still firmly believed that he had made the best choice he could in the situation, and now all he could do was hope that things would get better.
"Some people get everything down quickly, for others it takes as much as a year. It depends on what you put into it - your determination that you will succeed. If you allow yourself to be overcome by doubt, you will get nowhere." He turned into the training room, holding the door open for Tommy.
Halloween Malcolm Open
"See, improvement, right?" he said with a smile. "Of course, if you do end up doing anything stupid, I’ll definitely be rethinking that."
“I suppose in some ways, yes it is,” Tommy remarked with a slight nod. “Saw that one coming. What exactly would you categorize as stupid? I have a feeling we don’t exactly see eye to eye on that specific term.”
Malcolm sighed. "Just stay out of trouble, Tommy. If you get drunk, don't drive, and... just be careful."
"I had thought…" He hesitated. Did he really want to go into this right now? He didn’t want to chance ruining the night so early on. Could he really handle not addressing it any longer, though? He took a deep breath, not used to being so nervous on a date. Normally, this kind of thing was easy for him. He started again. "I was worried`that you wouldn’t want to be seen in public with me - in this context. But… I couldn’t pretend what was between us was nothing more than sex any longer - I had to ask."
Ianto watched as Jack stumbled over his words. He wasn’t used to seeing the usually so confident man struggling to speak to someone like him. Ianto frowned at the admission. Why would he think that he wouldn’t want to be seen with Jack out in public. It wasn’t like many people knew who they were in the first place and Wales was pretty accepting of any sexual orientations. Ianto looked back up at Jack once he finished speaking and smiled softly, “You know, I knew that you didn’t think it was just sex. I could tell when you realised it. You were cleaning up and I could just tell in your eyes that something had changed.” Ianto blushed slightly, “It’s never really been about just sex for me though…”
A wide smile slowly spread across Jack's face. "Ianto Jones," he breathed, looking at the other man with for once no traces of stress or sadness in his eyes. Ianto could make him forget about everything else, and that was not something that he took for granted. "You are the image of perfection." He picked up his menu once again, deciding that he would order the first thing that caught his eye.
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Jack returned the kiss, breaking away after a minute. “Well, hello to you too, handsome.”
Jack’s hands slid greedily over Johnny’s chest and around to his back, holding him close as he ducked his head and pressed his lips against his neck. He moaned slightly against his skin as he felt him starting on his pants, and he couldn’t help but buck his hips forward eagerly. He covered his neck with quick kisses and nips before moving his lips up to his ear. “I want you to fuck me,” he growled.

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Malcolm nodded slowly, feeling relieved at the fact that Tommy really did seem to understand the urgency of the situation. He had known this whole time that Tommy wouldn’t want to be trained - of course he wouldn’t, he was a good kid, and if Malcolm had a choice, he wouldn’t be putting him through this - so he was glad that he understood why it had to be done.
But of course he was still stuck on the idea of killing people. Not that he blamed him - he had never intentionally sought out to become a killer - it had just been necessary to do what needed to be done. “The first time’s the worst,” he said softly, allowing himself to be completely honest with his son. “But you have to separate yourself from the situation - to think logically about what has to be done, and not about the person you’re doing it to. The training helps with that.”
He could have said something about the way he spoke to him, the way his tone was a lot softer towards him than it had been in a long time, but in a way it would break the conversation of the topic at hand. The rarity of civility between them wanted to be kept, granted they shared quite a few moments of heated discussion when raising ones voice was almost natural regarding the predicament. Tommy couldn’t explain it but he was sure Malcolm knew all the same.
From the little his father was willing to say about his time in the League, the honestly that came with his remark, he allowed his gaze to sink down some. And he had to wonder, if only for a brief moment if Oliver had felt the same way, if he too had been in a position where killing another was the only option. “You make it sound so easy,” he quietly remarked, letting a subtle breath escape his lips. If he was being honest, he was wary about putting all of his trust with Malcolm after everything that happened. “If that’s what has to be done, I have to at least try. I’m not too keen on the idea of getting caught by the League.”
A large part of Malcolm wanted to tell his son that he would never have to kill. That if he could just fight to survive, just get away, he would be okay. And when he had first started his training, he had thought that way, but now he knew better. If an enemy got away, they would only keep coming until you were dead, and more than that, if you weren't willing to kill, then you couldn't fight to the best of your abilities.
Malcolm nodded once at Tommy's words. "I'm far from keen on the idea of you being caught - I hope it never happens, but to live in hope is foolish. We have to be ready for the worst, or else there really is no hope." He rose to his feet again. "Come with me, and we can begin your training."
Halloween Malcolm Open
"My opinion still stands. But you go ahead and do what you want. I trust that you, at least, know enough to stay out of trouble."
“And I know there’s no changing your mind when that happens. But that’s probably the first time I ever heard you say you trust me to stay out of trouble.”
"See, improvement, right?" he said with a smile. "Of course, if you do end up doing anything stupid, I'll definitely be rethinking that."
The name’s Dean. If you’re here I guess you’re either lost, need help, or are looking for trouble. I…
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Malcolm sighed. And here he was thinking that that his keeping secrets had been resolved - at least as close as they could get to being resolved - but apparently not. “I had thought that keeping you in the dark would protect you. And clearly I was right, judging by what happened.”
He shook his head slightly. “You weren’t ready then, but now you have to be. I want to apologize now… training is not a pleasant experience. You have to be knocked down before you can learn to stand, but in the end you will be stronger for it.” He would give almost anything for Tommy not to have to go through any of what he had had to go through, but there wasn’t much choice.
Between Oliver’s and Malcolm’s secrets it was difficult for him to find balance, to truly believe they were set them in play to keep another safe. “Whether you were right or wrong, I still died. You could have at least told me something, anything and that would have been enough. Instead we hardly talked and grew apart after you left,” Tommy quietly remarked. All blame wasn’t on his father. He wasn’t exactly striving to mend their differences either.”
His gaze found its way upward again, the words spoken unable to settle easily. “If the League of Assassins is as strong as you say, which their name pretty much gives away, I don’t really have much of a choice. I only saw a little bit of what you can do but the killing… I just don’t think I can take someone’s life. How do you bring yourself to do something like that?” Tommy asked. The idea of it was a lot to take in, worse knowing he might find himself in a situation where there’s no other option.
Malcolm nodded slowly, feeling relieved at the fact that Tommy really did seem to understand the urgency of the situation. He had known this whole time that Tommy wouldn't want to be trained - of course he wouldn't, he was a good kid, and if Malcolm had a choice, he wouldn't be putting him through this - so he was glad that he understood why it had to be done.
But of course he was still stuck on the idea of killing people. Not that he blamed him - he had never intentionally sought out to become a killer - it had just been necessary to do what needed to be done. "The first time's the worst," he said softly, allowing himself to be completely honest with his son. "But you have to separate yourself from the situation - to think logically about what has to be done, and not about the person you're doing it to. The training helps with that."
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"I’ve never seen the point. It tends to be used as an excuse to cause even more harm to others than usual."
“It’s a holiday for kids, dad. They dress up and get candy. Not everyone goes around causing trouble. That’s what Mischief Night is for.”
"My opinion still stands. But you go ahead and do what you want. I trust that you, at least, know enough to stay out of trouble."
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"Oh..." Jack murmured, his lips turning up and his pants starting to feel uncomfortably tight as he looked at the picture. "If that's my shirt, I want it back."
"I don’t know a single person here…" (Cpt Jack)
He turned to the girl with a grin, extending his hand. “Captain Jack Harkness. There, now you know one.”
He smiled. “I figured you might know them.”
"I do, Or I will." She shrugged
"Depends on how you look at it."
"Thankfully, I stopped being confused by those kind of technicalities within my first month of being a time agent."
"Good." Raven chuckled
"Life becomes to insane if you don’t."
"And it's not anyway?" he challenged, arching an eyebrow.
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Jack returned the kiss, breaking away after a minute. “Well, hello to you too, handsome.”
Once his jacket and shirt were off, he waited for Johnny to get rid of his own jacket before his hands went to the buttons of he shirt, ripping them open as quickly as he was able and then pushing it off. As soon as that was done, his fingers twisted in the belt loops of the other’s trousers, pulling him against him as he pressed his hips forward.
Johnny was a bit impatient himself as the other male took off his shirt and when it was off he wrapped his arms around him and pulled him closer. He couldn’t but groan his lower half was pulled it, bucking his own hips as his hands move to undo the others trousers.
Jack's hands slid greedily over Johnny's chest and around to his back, holding him close as he ducked his head and pressed his lips against his neck. He moaned slightly against his skin as he felt him starting on his pants, and he couldn't help but buck his hips forward eagerly. He covered his neck with quick kisses and nips before moving his lips up to his ear. "I want you to fuck me," he growled.

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Nickname: Bre technically is a nickname
Birthday: April 26
Gender: Female
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Time and Date it is here: 12:43 p.m. December 11
Average hours of sleep a night: 7
Lucky number: 11
Last thing I googled was: Citation for a paper
Most used phrase(s): "I hate you."
First word(s) that come to mind: Jerk
One place that makes me happy: Comic Con
Last thing I said to a family member: "Mom, you forgot this."
1 Favourite fictional character: Eleventh Doctor
Favourite book: Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince
Favourite beverages: Butterbeer
Favourite food: Pasta
Last movie I saw in a cinema was: Hunger Games: Mockingjay
Dream holiday: Traditional and spending time with family with everything decorated.
Dream wedding: I could go into a lot of detail here. Basically: in a castle with random fandom references throughout it.
Dream job: Running Comic-Con.
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