Tony & Maria
And the Crossover worlds AU (GOT) heist
We sought help from the Faceless Man. We couldn’t let a rumble destroy us.
Maria made me feel like a million springs had blossomed in my soul. I was once a convict with a bad past of my own making. I knew that my heart was good now and ready to create something wonderful with Maria.
“Oh, but mi amor, how can we trust them?” Her timid eyes now frightened as she grasped onto me tightly, her breath caught in her throat fearfully.
I kissed her forehead. “They serve all men. For all purposes. I know they will help us. They know it’s not out of anger or hatred that we ask for help…” I pause and she smiles.
“It’s for love,” she finishes my sentence making me chuckle, and we kiss deeply.
The Many-Faced-God was tricky, I’ll give them that. The night of the rumble, they confused Bernardo off, making Riff leave in a huff.
“Chickens!” Riff yelled as the Jets left in a scurry.
Chino got jealous of us. A short girl called no one came running toward me looking like Maria as he tried to shoot me. He missed.
She didn’t.
Her mask came off.
“Valar Dohaeris.”
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Oooo, this was so intriguing! You nailed this one perfectly Merly!
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