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-Yella Shakespeare-

Fizz and Oz lying together in bed (maybe after sex?). Fizz covers his head with a blanket cuz his hat was taken off at some point. He's keeping himself covered as he's sitting up and looking at Oz.

Fizz: I guess I should have warned you I'm not much to look at. *laughs*

Oz just looks at him a bit confused as he reaches a hand out to gently remove the blanket over Fizz's head and rest his palm against Fizz's cheek.

Oz: What are you talking about? You're the most beautiful demon I've ever met.

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“Let’s runaway.”

Your head snaps to face Arthur, currently nursing his glass of whiskey and boring his eyes into you, trying to figure out what you were thinking. Slowly, you beign, “Arthur, are you being serious right now? This isn’t the drink talking is it, what is that your sixth?”

Looking crestfallen, Arthur replies, “It’s only my second. I couldn’t focus for the life of me with you sat ‘ere looking how you do,” he lifts a finger, tracing the shape of your jaw, “I couldn’t stop thinking about what or where I would be today... without you by my side.”

Feeling mean about your previous comment, your eyes soften and you lean into his palm, now resting on the side of your face, “Oh, Arthur, I’m sorry about what I said, it’s just by this time of night... well we know what you can be like sometimes.”

He nods, not arguing with you, knowing full well that there have been nights where the boys have dumped him at yours since you live closer to the Garrison than they do adn they don’t want to carry adn almost-passed-out Arthur all the way to theirs. “What are you thinking?” he mutters, eyes flitting to study your facial expression.

“About running away,” you breathe out, “where would be go?”

“Anywhere you want.”

You chew on your bottom lip, contemplating what he was asking, “What’s brought this on, Arthur?”

Arthur looks back down at his drink, praying that there wasn’t a peaky stood outside guarding the door to the snug and listening intently to tell Tommy whatever he spluttered out, “Oh, you know...” he trails off.

“No, I don’t,” you reply, lifting a hadn to his face and pulling his chin to face you, “is it the boys, gettin’ to you again? You know that I’ll talk to Tommy for you, he can’t stand a woman telling him what to do.”

Arthur scoffs, acknowledging your comment, “I do. You freaked him out the last time, he shifted his arse into action just to get you off his back.”

You giggle, “He couldn’t stadn the thought of me --”

“Ah,” Arthur covers your mouth his his palm, “not in here, love. You know what those eyes and ears are like.”

You smile fondly at him, and as he lets his hadn fall down to your waist, you shuffle closer to him and put your head on his shoulder, “If you want to leave, let’s; I can’t stand seeing you in any kind of discomfort these days. Wherever you wanna go, let’s go.”

“Really?”