Good Dad Mace Windu Strikes Again!

Shorty

Logan Howlett (Wolverine) X male reader

⚠️size difference, bottom Logan, top reader, Logan is 5'3 like in the comics, outside sex⚠️

🚨 Minors and girls do not interact 🚨

Y/sp/n = superhero name

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Logan may not seem like it. But he's 5'3. Yes. 160 cm. You read that correctly. He's the shortest one of the X-men. But he doesn't mind. He's got cool claws that like to cut the flesh of annoying people.

Speaking of annoying. Here's y/n y/l/n. Also know as y/sp/n. Or as Logan calls him. Dick.

Y/n is currently in the large garden of the Xavier mansion. All of the kids and teachers are out in a museum. Besides y/n and Logan. Conveniently.

"Hey, shorty." Y/n smirks as he sees Logan walking up to him. Logan huffs in response. "Don't be like that." The taller man teased and ruffled the smaller man's perfect cat ears hair.

"hey!" Logan smacks the hand away and tries to fix his hair. Y/n chuckles and looks at the ducks on the lake. Logan sits next to him and also watches the ducks.

"It's weird being in school without the kids." The shorter man said. The taller man nods and leans back. "But it's peaceful."

"What should we do? We have the whole school for ourselves." Y/n asked as he looked behind himself at the mansion. Logan shrugs and looks at y/n.

Suddenly the shorter man's mind starts to spin with not so family friendly thoughts. "I might have a few ideas... But they're not really built for school." He mumbled with a hit of a growl in his voice.

The taller man looks at him. "Oh?" He doesn't get a chance to guess what Logan's ideas might be before the smaller man straddles his thighs and catches his lips in a hungry kiss.

Y/n moans In surprise and grips Logan's thighs to hold him in place. Soon, his eyes flutter closed, and his body leans into Logan's.

Their minds race. Partly because of the adrenaline but also because of the size difference. Logan is so small in y/n's lap. Sure, he's hairier and more masculine, but he's so easy to hold. He's not easy to lift. Y/n doesn't even try to move Logan because the way his legs are growing numb under the adamantium weights tells him enough not to bother.

"So small." The taller man breathed out into Logan's neck as he enjoyed the way his arms wrapped around Logan so easily.

"Fuck you," Logan grunts as he reaches for y/n's belt. "You're about to." The taller man said with a smirk. Logan groans in annoyance but lifts to remove his pants. Y/n chuckles and takes himself out of his pants and strokes it. He spreads his precum down the shaft as he watches the shorter man with hunger.

"Look at you. Already leaking and I haven't even touched it yet." Logan scoffed and sat back in the taller man's lap.

Y/n immediately latched onto Logan's neck and used his second hand to stroke the shorter man's dick. Who, by the way, is packing.

The shorter man groans and tangles his fingers in the other man's hair. "So fucking eager aren't you."

Y/n continued to furiously stroke both of them off as he marked Logan's neck, which immediately healed. But he keeps trying anyway. Maybe one will stay. Logan only groans and tugs at the taller man's hair.

Eventually, Logan grows impatient and pushes y/n onto the grass. The taller man grunts with the landing but doesn't complain when Logan lines up with his dick. Instead, he rests his big hands on Logan's thighs. Which are big with muscle but y/n's hand still covers most of it.

The shorter man sinks down. They both groan in pleasure. "holy shit Logan you're tight." Y/n grunts and digs his nails into Logan's thighs.

Logan lets out a deep breath once he is fully seated. He takes some time to relax and get used to being filled after so long. Y/n whines and thrusts up. Which makes Logan lose balance and fall on the taller man's chest. He wanted to scold him and sit up again, but long arms wrapped around him and held him in place.

The taller man buried his face in the shorter man's hair and started thrusting up into him. Logan digs his claws into the dirt on each side of y/n. He kisses and bites the taller man's shoulder to muffle his moans.

Y/n plants his feet into the grass for better leverage to thrust up. With the way y/n's thrusting, it makes Logan's knees weak.

None of them talk, they can barely form a word. The taller man keeps his arms tightly wrapped around the shorter man. While Logan flights the urge to bite into y/n's shoulder, and y/n shamelessly digs his nails into the smaller man.

They both moan into each other's skin and shake with pleasure. "I'm close." Logan whines. And fuck if that didn't want y/n to want to do everything that would let him hear it again. So he tries to angle his hips. Spot on. He finds the right spot that makes Logan whine none stop.

"Fuck fuck fuck." Logan bites down on y/n's shoulder. The taller man screams out and spills deep into Logan. The shorter man whimpered and spilled over their shirts. Y/n hold Logan tighter as they catch their breath.

"We should do this again," y/n murmured. Logan grunts. "In your dreams..."

Rooftop Squad Stuff

I CAN’T

thanks vinoblanc for that

Lowkey forgot i blog revealed... anyways thinking of bratty logan jealous of u taking a call =p

You and him are holding each other closely as you lay in bed, him choosing to be the big spoon despite being much smaller than you, and you aren't paying as much attention to him as he'd like. Usually, you'd have your hand in his hair and scratch at his scalp, but you'd been on your phone for the past ten or so minutes and he was getting annoyed by the lack of attention.

So, he began trying to earn it from you. He pressed languid, open-mouthed kisses to your neck as he tried to peer over your body to see what you were holding to more importance than him, but gave up after a few minutes of nothing.

"What're you even doing?" Logan muttered out roughly, earning a hum from you.

"Working things out with my boss. Issue came up, we think it's the new hire's fault but he's pissed at me," you explained, showing Logan the long conversation you were having.

Logan groaned. "Pay attention to me, asshole," he scowled.

Logan bit at your neck. He pressed hickeys and bit down on your pulse points, tongue running over your pulse points and practically scenting you.

"Logan, quit."

"No."

You scoffed and frowned as your boss rang your phone to call. "I have to take this call. Keep quiet."

Logan turned over in the bed and you had felt bad, but he didn't care that you needed to get this done. As you focused on the call, you didn't even notice Logan had turned back... until you felt your boxers being tugged down. You shot an angry look over at Logan, but he only grinned lopsidedly and took your soft cock in his hands.

Logan rubbed you to half-mast and then took you in his mouth. You choked back a gasp and continued the call.

"Y-Yes, I know I was the last to document it, but I wasn't the last to... to handle it," you stammered out as you grasped Logan's hair roughly and helped him swallow you whole. You muted the call, ignoring your ranting boss.

"You fucking slut. You want my boss to hear us? I thought you didn't like sharing," you spat. Logan moaned needily while he choked on your cock, drizzling lube on your free hand's fingers and pumping them.

He blinked up at you with defiance in his eyes, rutting against your leg like a bitch in heat. You pulled him off your now-hard dick and motioned for him to let you prep him.

With just one finger in his tight heat, Logan bit down on his hand as to not squeal. You unmuted as you pushed your index in and out of his asshole and talked to your boss. After three fingers, Logan was breaking and healing his fingers so that he wouldn't make noise, but the second you muted he groaned out, "Fuck me, please, oh—right there, please!"

(Ummm i was gonna finish this but i wanna take a nap so pretend i wrote the rest where he rides you on call 😭😭 maybe ill finish another time)

-faggotblvd, AKA wolverine pussyfucker

I AM GOIJF TO GO FUCKING INSANE WHAT DO YOU MEAN BREAKING AND HEALING HIS FIBGEFS TO KEEP QUIET TTHIS IS THE ABSOLUTE BEST THING IVE RRAD RODAY

Not adding my glorious malewife nanami should be a crime 😔

nanami kento hardly considered himself a family man. that was, until he met you. 

toddlers, little versions of you running around, tiny chubby hands and feet tugging insistently on the fabric of his pants to ask for hugs, telling them bedtime stories with them going from excited and animated to slowly nodding off in his lap . . . 

the nanami kento from ten years ago would have never believed what he was currently imagining as the ‘perfect life’. 

“sweetheart,” kento sighed, gold lashes fluttering in the morning light. it was still so early, and yet your appetite was insatiable. he was laying on his stomach, and he could feel just exactly how deep you were inside him. your warm hands had long settled underneath his belly, careful and tender in the way one would cradle the pregnant paunch of their betrothed, and he knew what you were thinking. 

a baby, nanami thought with a shudder. your baby. 

he craned his head to glance at you, panting lightly into the crisp air. your expression was contorted in pleasure, some concoction of concealed lust and . . . something more. it made his heart throb, made him want to clench. to take you in, every inch and all else you were willing, and the child you wanted to give to him. 

i want it, he found himself wanting to say, and frowned. he wasn’t so young anymore, and this would be the best time to conceive, if anything—but was this a risk he was willing to take? what would life be like, carrying your kin in his womb? new life, growing inside the cot of his belly? 

nanami doubted it would be all smiles and sunshine, but the gnawing feeling at the back of his throat never hesitated. the emptiness inside him had never felt right. he wanted it. so much. 

the snug press of your hips against his rear forced a low sound out of him, full of yearning. and when you bent down to whisper ‘i love you’ into his ear, warm and potent, nanami found his eyes blurring with the water of tears. 

“i want your child,” he breathed out, and he felt you grow still behind him. it was the wrong position, really, or maybe the right one, considering how you were pressed up inside him in a way that sent the universe floating before his eyes. his words felt like a promise. a plea. nanami wished it belonged to you instead. 

your response was hardly coherent, a snarl if anything—pressing yourself to the cleft of his back, moaning and grunting his name, grip tight and sweaty on his hips. nanami could almost taste the feeling of joy bubbling inside himself as he buried his face into the mattress and let you make love to him. 

if four of his words meant this much to you, maybe, just maybe . . . starting a family with you wouldn’t be a bad thing after all. 

the jedi aesthetic

Heart in pieces 😭😭

Hellooo just wanted to ask for a 2nd part to endure

Everyone and their mothers were asking for a second part so here it is!

“Survive”

Read the first part here (☆)

Summary: the second part of “Endure” continues when Wolffe is trying to crack a plan to hopefully help those that mean most to him

Paring: Commander Wolffe x GN padawan reader (Platonic)

Warning: mentions of blood, wounds, broken bones.

Word count: 1254 (not proof read sorry!)

Notes: do you guys like the subtle change in POVs in my fics or when it’s obvious the change?

Good soldiers follow orders.

So why did Wolffe’s hand shake as he watched your unconscious form shake ever so slightly. What stoped him for doing his job?

A cough startled him slightly from his stare, dust filled the room once again and the layer of smoke near by would have made his eyes water if his helmet wasn’t in place.

Good- good solders follow-

Another sickly cough was let out. Wolffe peaked in further blaster still outstretched. Your eyes tried desperately to clear your vision but it was not use.

A pain like no other shot through your arm as you sickly realized you couldn’t move it. Something pinned in down but even thinking about moving to look was too much.

Through the haze a figure seemed to loom at the only light source you could just make out. A buzzing rang throughout your ears and you only wished to deafen it in some way.

Fear racked your body when the figure you thought you saw seemed to disappear, you could barley remember what happened. The only thing left seemed to be the haunting image of your own ships shooting you down.

One thought raced through your mind: what could have happened to Wolffe? He wouldn’t have let this happen, none of them would but Wolffe always knew what to do. In the war you envied him for it.

Something had to have happened to Wolffe, if he was hear with you he could help like all the times he’s done it before. If you could find Wolffe maybe you could get out alive.

Good soldiers-

Wolffe could see the daze in your eyes. The way your you literally pinned down. He watched the struggle for a moment as you tried to turn and push a piece of debris off of your arm.

He took a step forward, his mind shifted from buzzers and warnings telling him to help, and another that was the calm at the center of the storm. In that one he felt almost nothing.

Maybe that’s what scared him. Wolffe staggered back for a second, his free hand ripped his helmet from his head as his senses screamed in protest. His hand cupped the side of his head while searing white pain was all he could think about.

Good sol-

His eyes cleared for a moment, blaster along with his helmet hit the floor. Covering his face with an arm Wolffe started to climb through the rubble to you.

Fluttering eyelids were the only things that met when Wolffe shook you slightly. The slight move of your lips caught his attention as he started to rip away at the rubble holding you down.

All in an instant an arm grabbed out to the center of his chest plate freezing him in his tracks. The eyes of his commander met his own with fear etched in to every crevasse.

A small voice whispered in the back of his mind to find the blaster, that he didn’t finish the order he was given. What sent a shiver down his spine was knowing that the voice was undoubtedly his own.

“I knew you’d come.” The scratchy voice filled his ears and all others were silenced, hopefully for good. “What happened?” A sob threatened to break up your words while Wolffe started to move again.

“I- I don’t know.” Wolffes voice shook violently taking in the sight he just uncovered. The arm was definitely broken but a medic wouldn’t be able to help this time.

Taking your opposite arm he braced moving to sling it over his shoulder. He could hear the pained gasps trying to lift you up more. Your leg gave out slightly making you crash into Wolffe.

He didn’t know what to do, not this time. They couldn’t possibly use his own fighter to leave the atmosphere. Not while there was barley enough room as is.

They needed a bigger ship, something he could get you safely into. But that means getting back to the hanger and the odds were against them.

“Wolffe-“ the word was sparse and barely heard when the pair started to trudge back into the lights of the setting sun.

It was only then when Wolffe looked down at you, the orange sun colors your skin softly and the dying light wasn’t helping anything.

Blood was on the side of you robes, all over the arm that was cradled at your side, and by the opposite leg.

He did that- the pain was back and he fought all urges to double over in the very moment.

“Wolffe your hurt.” You whispered looking up at the man with a gaze that shifted in and out.

“My concerns is on you right now.” He spoke with a gruff coming back to his ship, only a few more steps.

He watched the daze clear for a second like the sun peaking out on a cloudy day.

“No I’m sacred. And I don’t know what to do.”

Wolffe’s heart caught in his throat. You were both helpless. As soon as his men saw what has become of him the Jedi wouldn’t be the only traitor among the ranks.

They both were scared.

A plan formed in Wolffe head, glancing over once he wondered if it would even work or if it would implode upon impact. They didn’t really have a choice, trying anything would be better than nothing.

“The base isn’t far.” He started. The memory of all the briefings flooded back to him slightly. “I can walk and get supplies, maybe even a ship and we can fly as far away from here as possible.”

Being a commander taught Wolffe to map out all possible outcomes for every plan he ever made. However dwelling on most of the outcomes he could think of made his stomach churn.

Most didn’t end up well.

“I can come with you.” You breathily spoke looking up to the man.

The helmet he grabbed on the way out positioned itself back in his head and the blaster landed on his hip.

“You can’t stand on your own.” Wolffe said bluntly pausing to take in the trek in front of him.

But what if- what if something happened to him leaving you stranded, or while he was gone you were taken from him. What if-

Wolffes eyes darted back and fourth, anxiously trying to find some way this could all be a twisted dream. You didn’t know it was him, could he even tell you? Putting so much trust in the man that did this to you.

You only looked up at him slightly waiting for him to make up his mind.

“You’re staying by me, we can figure out where to hide you when we get closer, and what to do about-.” He couldn’t bring himself to say brothers. They were both of yours families.

“Maybe we could save them.” The hope plagued your words. “They couldn’t have done this themselves.

That’s what Wolffe was worried about, what if he was in his right mind, if they all were, when they shit down the general and commander they fought the entire war with.

Good soldiers are loyal. Loyal to the ones they stand besides and the ones that protect them in the same way they do.

He was a good soldier.

Both commanders made they’re way in the direction of the base, Wolffe wasn’t sure if he was ready or if he could even protect you.

What if he snapped again?

Good soldiers follow orders.

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your fics are AMAZING ?? actual perfection. and you write for supernatural ??? I literally check your account on a DAILY basis- and if I ever see a castiel fic on here I'm gonna scream !! pls pls pls keep doing what you're doing you LEGEND

THEME: cas really wants to please you.

CHARACTER: male reader x castiel

NOTE: literally just cas choking on your dick..

p.s. this might be my best writing yet wtf.

WARNING: choking,, eye contact,, pet names,, gagging,, blowjob,, face fucking,, pwp,, big dick!reader,, praise kink,, light dirty talk,, light corruption kink,, very light cock worship,, cas swallows.

you let out a soft hum, leaning back on your palms. castiel was on his knees, between your legs, resting his cheek on your inner thigh, looking up at you expectantly, with such cute and pleading eyes. you brought your hand up to his hair, gently carding your fingers through the dark brown locks. “whatcha lookin' at me like that for?” you asked gently, smiling down at the other. he leaned his head into your touch, like a needy cat. castiel didn't say anything as his hands leisurely moved to your crotch. you raised your eyebrows at his actions, although you let him continue.

his hands slowly fiddled with the belt, unbuckling it, all the while, he kept his eyes locked on yours. “what, you want my cock, baby?” you mumbled as castiel unbuttoned your pants and pulled the zipper down. he caught a glimpse of your clothed cock as he shifted his gaze, a small wanton groan slipping past his lips. with no second thought, castiel mouthed at your length through the fabric, his eyes closing in bliss. “oh, damn.” you breathed. where did he learn that?

“cas, come on, don't make me wait..” your voice was a bit needy, breathless. castiel shifted and sat on his heels. his teeth bit on the waistband of your boxers, pulling it down with the assistance of his hand. your mouth gaped at the sight, your palm pressing to the back of the angel's head just slightly. after freeing your length, castiel took a hold of it, giving a few slow yet firm pumps. you adjusted your position to make it more comfortable for the man in front of you.

“i'll.. make you feel good.” castiel said softly, carefully, as if he was hesitant to even speak up. “yeah, you will, you always do.” you reassured him and praised him in a single sentence, pupils blown wide with pure love and lust as the angel's tongue licked a stripe from your base to the tip, your cock hardening even more. he then kitten-licked the head once or twice, before finally wrapping his lips around the end of your cock. “ah-huh, so pretty..” you whispered, watching his every move intently.

castiel bobbed his head up and down, only sucking like an inch of your dick, looking up at you again. teasing. his actions made you grin, your breath starting to get heavy. “such a good boy, so good.” your fingers massaged his scalp gently, seemingly encouraging him. castiel was blinking slowly, his hands resting on your thighs to give him proper leverage. he let out a small hum of content, slowly but surely, with each motion of his head, he took more of you. you could feel your tip pressing to the back of his tongue at this point. “can't believe I got-” you started but paused, due to your breath stuttering, relishing in the sensation. “i got an angel of the lord sucking my dick.. the most perfect one of all, too.” you spoke lowly, watching castiel's eyebrows furrowing barely and eyes narrowing, continuing his slow ministrations. “you stay because of me, but it's my cock that makes you want to stay, isn't it?” you asked rhetorically, pushing on the back of castiel's head, making him take you deeper in his throat.

castiel's tongue pressed up, more firmly to the underside of your cock as his throat closed up, his abdomen tensing. he held himself back, not gagging. yet. your other hand moved to the side of the angel's face, thumb softly caressing his cheek. his eyes closed and he braced himself, shoving himself down as far as he could, gagging almost immediately, but holding the position. his eagerness made a flicker of surprise flash across your face, a light groan ripping itself out of your throat. “fucking hell..” you uttered, your fingers tightening in his hair, pulling his head back to ease his throat. as if on instinct, castiel made a miniscule sound of disapproval, looking at you with a look that said I'm alright, let me do it but simultaneously stop me again, I dare you.

you loosened your grip and let a smirk grace your lips, excitement and thrill coursing through your body. “thought I was too big for your pretty little mouth?” you mused as castiel started out slow again, to let himself settle down a bit. his eyelids just fluttered shut. you could tell that the gears in his head were turning, but all that he wanted at the moment was to suck you off so good, to make you forget your worries and focus on him. pulling off with a soft pop sound, castiel turned his head at an angle and his tongue licked a stripe from the tip to the base once again, this time on the side of your cock. you made a pleased sound, his lips pressing kisses back to the tip. your cock was now slick with a mix of his saliva and a bit of your own precum.

giving you no warning, castiel used a hand to steady your cock before shoving it down his throat, as much as he could possibly fit. he even sat up a bit. “ugh,, yeah angel, just like that..” you rasped out, face scrunched up as you felt the tightness of his throat against your tip. he gagged again, this time more harshly, his blinking frequent to rid himself of the tears gathering in his eyes. you admit, it was quite worrying to see him do this, but at the same time.. it was hot. it was extremely sexy and it turned you on even more, your cock twitching in his mouth. castiel felt it and he choked, his shoulders tensing. he was just about to pull his head back, but in the spur of the moment, you just held his head in place, even pushing your hips forward.

castiel groaned before he choked again, his fingers squeezing the flesh of your thighs. the sound of him choking on your dick because you're just too big for him.. it made you ecstatic. eventually, both of your hands sought solace on castiel's head. your movements started off slow, experimental even, moving your angel's head up and down, adding the movement of your hips to the mix. castiel squeezed his thighs shut, his own hard-on straining against his pants. he paid no mind to it right now. “so perfect, aren't you? letting me use your mouth as I please.” your voice was a low moan, the movements increasing in pace. his teeth accidentally grazed your length and it made you grunt, fingertips pressing to his scalp. the slick sounds, the muffled groans from castiel, the praises and sounds of pleasure leaving your lips, it all filled the defeaning silence in the room. you never thought you'd get to face fuck castiel of all people, or angels, but you sure as hell weren't complaining.

after a good minute, and castiel struggling to breathe, you gave harsh thrusts and came with a loud groan, your shoulders hunching and your entire body leaning forward, cumming inside castiel's warm mouth. you released your grip on his head entirely, leisurely sliding your hands down to castiel's face and pulling him off of your cock. his face was flushed, chest heaving and breath coming in in shorts puffs, eyes half-lidded with pleasure. his mouth hung open for a second and you caught a glimpse of your cum sliding down to the tip of his tongue. he pressed his lips together, swallowing hard. oh.

“cas.. fuck-” you breathed lowly, shifting on the bed a bit, moving to press your foot to castiel's crotch; you noticed the bulge. he whined in response, leaning into your touch as he closed his eyes and tried catching his breath. “imma fuck you so good..” you promised him, leaning down to press a kiss to his mouth.

Imagine going on adventures with Logan and Deadpool and you’re the voice of reason behind them 😆 Deapool the idiot with hot headed Wolverine that reader has to keep in check all the time

It’s not easy being the only person with common sense in this rag tag trio of yours.

^^ this is literally you babysitting two grown ass men that need to be kept on leashes and separated from one another in case they fight, again.

You are overworked and underpaid to be dealing with this shit, but there was no one else who had the patience for Wade nor the compassion and empathy for Logan as you did.

So unfortunately you were stuck with them for every mission given but despite how vastly different and incompatible some of you were -*cough* Logan and Wade *cough*- you three worked well enough together that you were a force to be reckoned with.

You were forced to face situations where wade would be pissing Logan off to the point his claws were out, and you had to pat the rugged man on his shoulder, wait for him to look at you as you pointed towards his claws;

‘Them. Away. Now.’ -you.

Wolverine: *grunts*

You: don’t give me attitude, put. them. away. Now.

Wade: ohhh Logan’s in trouble!

You would then look at Wade before pointing at him like a disappointed parent: and you, stop pissing him off if you like to keep your dick where it is! Or so help god me I’ll cut it off myself!

Wade: 😶

Wolverine: *smirks and puts the claws away*

You were their voice of reason, their angel on their shoulder, their peace keeper and confidant and they respect you for keeping up with their shit. However it wouldn’t be much like Logan and Wade to make your life easy as you often had to stand between the two as a barrier of sorts to keep them from killing each other.

When in actuality they are flipping each other off behind your back and it wasn’t until Logan slapped wades hand away, causing him to say ‘ow’ did you look between the two of them as they acted like they weren’t acting like children a few moments ago.

You: I’m so sorry you’ll have to excuse them.

*Meanwhile Wade and Logan fighting, stabbing each other in the balls in the background*

You: WOULD YOU TWO STOP FUCKING FIGHTING FOR FIVE MINUTES!!!

Wade and Logan; *immediately stop and point at each other* he started it!

They were the reason you had grey hairs at an early age you swore this to anyone who’d listen. They were a pain in your ass, thorn in your side and a headache waiting to happen but the moment you were threatened, Wade and Logan put aside their differences and acted accordingly by standing protectively in front of you.

Logan: I would shut the fuck up if I were you bub.

Wade: oh look what you did, you made daddy angry.

Logan and you looking at Wade: 🤨😐

You: can you not make everything into a sex joke?

Wade, booping you on the nose; it comes with the territory peanut.

Logan: be serious for fucking once, they’ve just got threatened!

Wade: you don’t think I want our pookie to get hurt? (why do I think he’d say pookie unironically)

You: kill me now and end my misery. Please someone, anyone. Preferably pyro. (He’s hot, literally and figuratively)

Being stuck with Logan and wolverine is a curse and a blessing at the same time, which one you want to focus on more is up to you. However you three were incredibly loyal to each other, even if you do piss each other off from time to time, but you’d never betray one another for it wasn’t an option.

You were stuck with these two whether you liked it or not.