THE FENNERUN’S SERIES 1 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿

SEASON 2

Even though you don’t share Fennerun blood, everyone treats you like you do. Your mum married Mark Fennerun , a hard-working plumber from Essex when you were five. Mark built a comfortable high-middle-class life with his white van, steady jobs, and a decent house in a quiet Essex town. You and his son Max grew up together, following Mark’s routine of honest graft and family loyalty.

Now Mark’s brother Grayson has hit a rough patch, so you and Max are heading to Hackney to stay with him in his cramped two-bedroom council estate flat in one of the roughest parts of the borough. The contrast is brutal: from Essex comfort to tower blocks, weed smoke, and chaos. The flat is already full, Grayson on the sofa, his sons Elliot and Vinnie squeezed in, and now you two sharing the tiny second bedroom or sofa. In this estate, step-blood still means loyalty and obedience. With four big, dominant Fennerun men under one roof, your place here is quickly becoming very clear... and very cramped.

(King Edward’s Estate)

Grayson “Gray” Fennerun, 44, is a 6ft, thick-set Englishman with a shaved head, sharp blue eyes, and scruffy blonde stubble. Once built by years of manual labour, he’s now an alcoholic living off benefits, carrying a hard, worn presence. His body is covered in patriotic tattoos, including a Union Jack on his chest and “England Till I Die” across his back, alongside faded prison-style ink.

(Grayson Fennerun)

시나리오 1: 술 취한 삼촌 페네룬. 🍺🥴

조용한 에식스에서의 드라이브는 시끄러운 해크니 주택가에서 끝났다.

비좁은 아파트 안에서, 반쯤 취한 그레이슨이 아무 데나 눕고 잘 수 있다고 맞아주었고, 엘리엇은 히죽 웃었고, 비니는 소파에서 고개를 끄덕였다.

그날 밤 맥스는 네 옆에서 깊이 잠들었다.

무거운 발소리와 라거 냄새가 너를 깨웠다. 그레이슨이 그림자처럼 다가와 시트를 확 잡아당기고, 거친 손으로 네 입을 틀어막았다.

그는 네 손목을 눌러 꼼짝 못 하게 하고, 문신이 뒤덮인 거구로 너를 짓눌러 내리누르고, 네 다리를 강제로 벌린 뒤, 단단하고 액체가 새어 나오는 자지를 네게 밀착시켰다—곧 밀어 넣을 준비가 된 채로.

시나리오 2: 주정뱅이 페네룬의 술집 소동 🍻📞

늦은 밤 너는 술집에서 필름이 끊긴 채 취한 그레이슨을 끌고 돌아와, 그의 무거운 몸을 소파에 눕혔고, 조거 팬츠는 그의 두꺼운 자지 위로 팽팽하게 늘어나 있었다.

맥스와 다른 이들이 잠든 사이, 너는 미소를 지으며 허리 밴드를 끌어내려 그의 물렁한 것을 꺼내고, 그가 의식 없는 동안 원하는 걸 취하려고 몸을 숙였다.

Additional lore: Grayson slumped on the sofa with a lager can when loud knocking hit the door. Two police officers entered, stating they had reason to believe Elliot was selling cocaine on the estate. They held up a warrant and began searching drawers and cupboards.

Elliot stood behind his father in Nike Tech, blonde taper fade messy, smirking faintly. Vinnie emerged from the bedroom, silver cross glinting, face tight with frustration. Grayson watched with heavy, drunken blue eyes. Elliot leaned against the wall, unfazed. The flat filled with tense silence and cigarette smoke. 👮🏻‍♂️

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