Sterek Reversebang 2017

More Than Forever by @stilesplusderekequalsterek

Stiles needs new kidney’s. Well that isn’t new news by a long shot. He knew the chances of him getting one after this long was slim to none. He had basically given up on life figuring it would be easier for him to just except his fate. Then Derek comes into the picture, even if Stiles still doesn’t have and hope of living at least now he has something to live for.

-My first entry into the Sterek Reversebang. And a huge thank you to SnazzyJazzyH who wrote this beautiful fic to my art work. I couldn’t be more happy. Everybody read it!!!

anonymous asked:

I love your writing! Could I request a fic please? Where McCree has a secret fiancé, living somewhere safe and reminding him that he has something to live for? But the remaining Deadlock members find her and kidnap her? And she's terrified when she realizes how much they hate Jesse and how they're willing to do anything to her in order to hurt him.

((A/N - I did this in Blackwatch era if that’s okay! It made more sense as Deadlock was more recent and oh my goodness gracious me I got so carried away with it I love writing McCree as a hero oosh. Might have to upload to AO3!))

“Please be safe.”
“I always am, doll.”

You stood on your toes to be able to press your lips against his. His rough, chapped lips that you were forever telling him to put lip balm on. You saw Jesse out the door, waving to him as set off down the road towards the Overwatch base. You twirled your engagement ring on your finger, a thin gold band that had a set of three diamonds with the middle one being slightly larger.

Jesse had proposed to you last year. You had known him since his days in the Deadlock gang, only because he used to frequent the diner you worked at. On more than one occasion he had bought you a strawberry milkshake or paid for your favourite song to be played on the jukebox. You were always careful though. You never became too close for the fear of doing something wrong which might anger him or the gang. You always accepted his compliments with a smile, and politely refused his requests to go dancing after work. It was only ever him that visited, saying what you had was a little secret, sealed with a wink.

Overwatch had then infiltrated Route 66, tearing apart the gang and luckily giving Jesse another chance at life to do good in the world. Knowing that neither of you were in any more danger, he proposed to you then and there. He constantly complimented you on your accent, your style, your pretty eyes. You had only moved to the little town a couple of years prior. He had of course sweetened you up and you accepted. You were his rock, and he was your charming cowboy.


“Honey, I’m home!” Jesse jokingly sang out as he sauntered through the front door.

You greeted him with a smile and a peck on the cheek. With what Jesse was earning working in the Blackwatch division under Overwatch, there was no need for you to carry on working at the diner. You had your own little ranch on the outskirts of town. You spent your days cleaning, cooking, sewing, ironing, being kept hidden..

“Did you tell them today, sweetie?” You held your hands in front of you, an expectant look on your face.

Jesse’s furrowed brow and sigh told you everything. Your engagement was a secret. A secret from your family, friends, and Overwatch.

“That’s.. fine.”
 You turned away from him, heading back into the kitchen to finish up the stew.

“Darlin’, it’s not fine.”
“So why can’t you tell them? Why can’t I tell them? Why can’t I tell anyone?”

You span on your heels to look at him and crossed your arms. Jesse’s eyes widened at your sudden anger. He understood your frustrations, he really did. It just seemed for however long you two has known each other everything between you had to be a secret.

“There are… Complications.”
“Such as?”

Jesse sighed and took his hat off, moving round to sit on the sofa and patting the seat next to him. You precariously followed suit, back stiff and perched on the edge of the seat.

“Yes? What about them?”
“With Overwatch being close by, they’re gettin’ a bit antsy. Since they, well, arrested half o’ their men they didn’t take too kindly to it. Doll, the base isn’t even the direction that I head off to in the morning. I have to do that in case I’m bein’ followed.”

Your shoulders tensed slightly.

“Being followed..?”
“They’re not the nicest o’ gangs and they try to keep tabs on people. Whether they know that I was given’ a second chance.. I don’t know.”

You looked at him. He was staring at the carpet, eyes drawn to a particular out of place thread. He fiddled with the hat in his hands.

“Which is why I have to keep us a secret.” Jesse slowly said.

You nodded, taking the hat from his hands and walking around the sofa to place it on a coathook. You hadn’t realised he was following you until you turned around and bumped into him.

“(Y/N), you are my home. You always have been. If anythin’ were t'happen’ to ya..”

You leant forwards onto his chest, him then covering you with his arms. He of course smelt like cigars, gunpowder and coffee. You were his home, and he was yours.

You pulled back slightly so you could look up into his chocolate eyes, etched with concern.

“I love you, Jesse McCree.”

He broke into a smile and picked you up, twirling you around.

“I love you too, (Y/N).”


The next day went off without a hitch, you said your farewells and began preparing food for dinner.

Knock. Knock.

You frowned. Wiping your hands clean on a teatowel you lightly stepped over to the front door, peering through the peephole. Two young men dressed in black stood cockishly on your porch. You weren’t supposed to have any visitors today. You weren’t supposed to have any visitors, full stop.

You hooked the metal chain onto the door, so when it opened there was only a tiny crack you could see through. Better to be safe than sorry.

“May I help you, at all?”

“Is McCree here?” The one on the right spat.

“Erm, who? I think you may have the wrong ranch.”

Your heart was racing. Jesse had prepared you for this, to feign ignorance if anyone came asking for him.

“Your fiancé?”

You blanched. You tried to slam the door closed but one put their foot in the way. You grunted, and ran towards where you kept your shotgun in the cupboard under the stairs. You’d never had to use it before, but being so far out in the open you constantly had wild beasts and trespassers roaming your lands, you had to threaten them somehow.

You aimed it at the door, preparing for the worst when a crack shot through the air and your front windows were shattered. You held your hand up to your face to shelter from the flying glass, a few shards managing to scrape across your palm.

“Don’t come any closer.” You threatened. You inwardly cursed yourself at how weak you sounded. You emphasised by jabbing the shotgun in the direction of the window.

“Why, miss, we don’t want to hurt you.”

The two intruders stepped through the shattered pane, pointing revolvers at you and grinning wolfishly. Your breathing quickened. Your eyes scanned around the room, while slowly stepping back. You needed an exit route, and you needed one now.

“Just tell us where McCree is and we won’t have to put a bullet between your pretty eyes.”

They were stalking towards you, every step you took back they took one forward. The gun in your hands was shaking. You cocked it and aimed at their feet, firing which sent a whirlwind of wood splinters into the air.

This gave you a few mere seconds to sprint out of the living room, into the kitchen and out the back door. You heard cursing from the strangers and then heavy footsteps of them chasing you. You rounded the corner and pressed your back against the warm wooden slats, gun poised to whack the butt into one of their heads as they came round.

They never came round. You were sure they were following you. You frowned, peeking out to see if they were still there. They weren’t.

Treading carefully and aiming your shotgun, you stepped around the corner to look by the back door.

“Checkmate, princess.”

Something cold and hard pressed against the back of your neck. You shuddered out a breath you hadn’t realised you’d been holding. You stared blankly ahead into the desert, dropping the gun on the ground and raising your open hands to shoulder height.

Gravelly footsteps made their way so the one that had originally spoken to you was standing in front of you.

“Wild one, she is.”
“No wonder McCree went for her.” The one behind you sniggered.

You narrowed your eyes at the one in front, who was now pointing his gun at your chest.

“Don’t try anythin’ funny, sweetheart.” He smiled sickly sweet at you, and then nodded at the one behind you.

A rag soaked in something sweet and alcoholic covered your nose and mouth, making you cry out. You scrabbled at the man’s hands by your face, hearing him wince from where you cut him with your nails. He was relentless. Trying to struggle made you breath in more sharply and quickly, which you didn’t realise was helping their cause. Your hands became fuzzy, knees weak and vision blurring.

“Sleep tight.” They chuckled.

Everything went black.


“Why ain’t she pickin’ up..”

Jesse scowled at his burner phone, the number he had been ringing going to voicemail. He wanted to let you know that he was going to be home early today, as he’d managed to get a half day off and he could help you cook dinner as an apology for yesterday.

He scuffed his way through the long grass, the heat forming sweat droplets on the back of his neck.

He frowned. Tyre tracks by the front of your ranch. You weren’t supposed to have visitors. Feeling uneasy, Jesse unholstered his peacekeeper. Before he had made it to the front of the house, he could see that the front window had been smashed in and the door was slightly ajar.

Oh no.

“(Y/N)? You home, doll?”

He peaked in through the window and saw glass everywhere. Two pairs of dusty footprints by window making their way towards- blood? He stepped through the wooden pane on high alert for any signs there’s someone still in the house. It was deathly silent.

Jesse crouched when he made it to the doorway to the kitchen, picking up a shard of glass that definitely had blood on it.

Well, shit.

He quickly put his earpiece in and channeled it to the base.

“McCree to Watchpoint 66.”
“McCree. Reyes here.”
“I need your help.”


Your head was pounding. Your palm stung. Your breathing was rattling, as though you were dehydrated. Your neck ached from where it was hanging awkwardly, a stray hair tickling your nose. You tried to reach up to brush it out of the way and scratch your nose. You tensed your arms when you realised you couldn’t, something rough had bound your wrists together behind your back. Your eyes shot open. Your vision was blurry, trying to adjust to the dim lit room. You looked down and realised you had been bound to a wooden chair. Trying to cry out for help, you realised a cloth of some sort was drawn tightly across your mouth. Glancing down, even your ankles were tied together from what you could see with rough hemp rope. You tried to regulate your breathing, air heavily leaving your nose.

Your head shot up when the rickety door swung open, a dark figure standing in the doorway.

“She’s awake.” The voice rumbled, nodding to someone else in the hallway.

The figure stepped over the threshold towards you. You tensed up, drawing in a sharp breath and head held high.

He wore dark leather trousers and a billowing cream top, almost like an old fashioned pirate. He grabbed your jaw with his calloused hand, forcing you to look up towards his shadowed face.

“So you’re the one that Jesse McCree has fallen for. A pretty lil’ thing, huh.”

He had the same southern accent as Jesse, albeit more menacing. He turned your head to the side, losing eye contact. Only spending a minute with this savage and he’s already made you feel like a piece of meat up for inspection. He leaned in close, lips hesitating over your ear.

“Do ya love him, sweetpea?”

You shut your eyes, tears squeezing out the corners and you drew in a shuddering breath.

Answer me.”

You nodded your head, him only being satisfied when he let his grip go off your face and moved back. You bowed your head, wondering how you got into this situation. Wondering what Jesse’s reaction would be when he saw how ransacked your house was. Wondering about Jesse.

“Don’t cry. I di'n’t mean to make ya cry.”

He gently wiped away a streaming tear, his touch as soft as a lover’s. You glanced at his tan hand that was so close to your cheek. He took his hand back and thwack. His right hand struck your cheek, snapping your head to the right and hair falling over your face. The pain brought a fresh batch of waterworks, sobs choking in your throat.

A dark chuckle escaped from your captor. He pulled up another wooden chair from the darkness and sat down.

“D'ya know how long we’ve been lookin’ for that mutt?”

You shook your head, learning quickly it’s better to play along.

Too long. After that darned Overwatch took half o’ my men we wanted to fight. Obviously we didn’t have enough manpower. When we learnt that ingrate was alive and workin’ for them? Hoo, that’s a whole ‘nother story.”

He leant back in the chair, his right ankle coming up to rest on his left knee.

“I had my men follow him. That Overwatch weren’t pretty smart to keep an ex-Deadlock member livin’ on Route 66 were they? He tried to be clever. Sent them on a fox hunt, he did. Until one day we finally caught him going back to ya nice lil’ ranch out back. Seein’ you greet him at the door warmed my heart, I must say.”

Your eyes widened.

“He had a lil’ missy and he was keepin’ her secret from the world. Well, I wonder why that is? That Jesse McCree had snagged himself somethin’ real nice and didn’t wanna share her. We thought we could do him the favor. We could let him know how much he hurt us, at the same time hurtin’ him.”

You frowned at this. They wanted to hurt him? By hurting you?

The stranger leant forwards placing a hand on your knee.

“Don’t worry, doll. We only want to let him know how big o’ a mistake he made when he betrayed us.“  He stood up, stalking around to the back of your chair and placed his hands heavily on your shoulders. "You are the key.”

You shuddered under his grasp, your entire body shivering at the thought of what they, or he, were going to do to you.


“Jesse, you need to calm-”
I am calm.” Jesse seethed.
“Well then get your hand off of my desk.”

Jesse looked down, his nails digging into the wood creating splints on Gabriel’s desk. He grunted, flumping himself into the chair opposite Reyes and hiding his dark eyes behind his hands.

“She’s out there somewhere and we’re sittin’ here doin’ nothin’. She could be hurt or dyin’ or-”
Don’t. Don’t you dare say it. Jesse, we will find her. I promise.”


You don’t know how long it had been. They would occasionally bring in water and sludge for what they called food. They had to feed you, this being the only time they would ungag you. Your wrists were chafed from being constantly bound, your ankles only released when you needed to relieve yourself. You had lost all energy to fight. It didn’t help that every now and then they would rough you up.

Your head ached, there was dried blood crackling by your nostril and you were sure your ribs were either cracked or majorly bruised. Breathing became a struggle, it was all you could focus on.

They didn’t seem to care about information about Jesse. All Deadlock wanted to do was hurt you. Hurt you so they could hurt him.

The door creaked open, you flinching at the light that shone through the doorway. You were tired and you wanted to give up. It was the man that you had first seen when you were taken.

“Looks like he’s given up lookin’ for ya, doll.” He smirked. “There’s been no word for.. Oh. Four days now.”

You stared blankly at the floor by his feet; you wouldn’t have given him a reaction even if you could. He walked over to you, holding something in his hand that glinted against the light.

“I think it’s time to.. Up the pace. Don’t you think, sweetheart?”

Only then did you look at him properly, studying what he had in his hand. A knife. You tried to shrink into your chair, worried eyes passing between the knife and his shadowed face. A swift strike and the blade was plunged into your thigh, blood seeping out from around the edges. You shut your eyes and let out a muffled cry, pain blinding your vision.

“Good girl. I made sure t'record that one. I’ll send it to ya fiancé and let him know how ya doin’.”

You breathed in deeply through your nose, tears now running freely down your cheeks and you trying to hold back sobs. You’d never known pain like this before.

He pulled the knife from its warm confines to wipe on his trousers, your blood running down onto the floorboards. He twirled the knife in his hands, looking like a predator wondering where he was going to make his next strike. You pleaded with your eyes as much as you could, you couldn’t take much more. You’d fantasized about being back at home, in your bed, with Jesse.

You didn’t know how strong your threshold was for pain but you knew you weren’t going to last long if they started torturing you for the hell of it.

“Com'ere, doll.” He grabbed your throat, leaning in dangerously close.

He passed the blade down the side of your face, making a deep cut down your cheekbone. You could feel blood trickling down, just adding to the list of injuries you had. He tightened his grip around your neck, digging his fingers in which would no doubt leave some lovely purple splotches.

An earthy rumble echoed through the building. Your captor looked at you in concern then span around to face the doorway. He moved around you, behind your chair and pulled your hair so your neck was on show. A loud crash and then suddenly there were three people all in dark clothing looking through the doorway where a rickety door has once stood.

“Long time, no see, McCree.” The man said, now pushing the blade against your bare throat.

“Get your dirty hands off of her, Max.”


You whimpered, struggling in your bounds on the chair. The grip in your hair tightened, making you take a short breath and changing your view so all you could see was the ceiling.

“You ain’t in a position to tell me what to do, Jesse. Unless you want your sweetheart’s blood spewin’ everywhere. Say, how does it feel? To have somethin’ you love taken away from ya?”

“Let her go.” A voice you didn’t recognise said.

“Uh uh. Not until the lil’ rat here understand what Overwatch did to my gang. And how betrayed I felt when I learnt he’d gone off gallavantin’ with ya.”

You could feel the blade dig in deeper, droplets beginning to form. The pain in your leg was excruciating.

“She’s got nothin’ to do with that.”

Your breathing was becoming heavier, the tightness by your throat and the general aches and pains from your leg, ribs, cheek and hair were becoming too much for you. The room became incredibly warm, your hands and feet becoming tingly and limp and eyes drifting shut.

“Looks like she’s already given’ up, Jesse. You’re too late.”

You heard a muffled crack in the air before you let yourself drift off.



You leaned into the touch of someone stroking your hair back from your face. You stirred, eyes shooting open and breathing increasing from what you last remembered.

“(Y/N), it’s okay. You’re safe.”

You quickly scanned the area and all you could see was white. White ceiling, white walls, white bed. Bed. You turned to where the voice came from and there was Jesse. Your Jesse that had come to save you, perched on the edge of the chair waiting anxiously. You leaned back onto the cushy pillows and let out a sigh. You glanced him over. His beard was more scraggly and under his eyes were dark. You held out your hand towards him, him instantly taking it in his grasp and holding you tightly. His thumb rubbed over your engagement ring.

“Jesse..” You croaked.
“Stop. (Y/N), I’m so sorry.” His voice sounded gravelly, broken. “I thought I could protect you.”

You squeezed his hand in reply, trying not to say anything which could damage your throat.

“I should'a been more careful. I should'a done what you said and told them about us. They could’ve protected you more than what I could.”

You frowned at this.

“No, Jesse-”
“I did this to ya. I wouldn’t be surprised if you up and left me.” He covered his face with his free hand, rubbing his forehead.

You retreated your hand slightly before slapping him on the wrist.

“Don’t you dare. You rescued me. What’s done is done but we’re here now. Safe.”

He peeked at you through his fingers, brown eyes meeting yours. A small smile formed on his lips before darting around your face and taking in what Deadlock had really done to you. It faded.

“Wounds heal, Jesse.” You reassured, catching on to what he was looking at. “I never doubted for a second you wouldn’t come for me.”

“Could'n'ta done it without Reyes.”
“I’m sure he’s lovely.”
“He’s the one that took me in after Deadlock.”
“Even more so.”

Jesse relaxed a bit, glad to see that you had woken up and hadn’t changed a bit.

“So I’m guessing Overwatch know about us then, huh?”

He nodded.

“I had to.”
“Not under the best circumstances.”
“I wish it could’ve been better.”

You turned your head towards him so you were facing him fully. You grabbed his hand that was still laying on your pristine sheets with both hands, bringing it up to kiss his knuckles. You hesitantly glanced down at your wrists, ropeburn clearly showing.

“I love you, Jesse McCree. Don’t you ever forget or think that anything will come in between that.”

“I love you too, (Y/N).”

I honestly needed a break from all of the marvel characters and wanted to do a video game character instead.
Hopefully this goes well.

Link headcannons:

-A very calm but adventurous relationship.

-Link knows all the best places in hyrule, so you better love traveling because he definitely wants you to experience the places he loves too.

-He’s always been a quiet character, so I hope you enjoy silence, because there’s probably going to be A LOT of it.

-But if there’s been something said, make sure you soak up EVERY word he says, because it’s probably going to be the last for a while.

-You have to understand that it’s his job to protect the princess, so you can’t be jealous of him always visiting her to make sure she’s safe.

-Link has large walls that he’s never broken down. So you’ll be the first of the first to do so.

-He’s a romantic, but kinda awkward when it comes to being romantically involved with someone.

-You need to understand that link will 70% of the time not be home. He’s the hero of hyrule. It’s his job to protect.

-Nothing will ever come between the two of you, he’s SO protective it’s scary.

-It may not seem like it, but he truly does love you. He just doesn’t really know how to express it.

-Will let you wear his hat, it makes him feel fuzzy inside to see you in something of his.

-Loves eating your home cooked meals, it makes him feel like he has something to live for.

-100% sure he’d be down to start a family with you.

-If you guys do have a family together, you’d probably move to a new location or a new home, because walking up and down a ladder every morning/night while pregnant is rather exhausting and annoying.

-Will want Zeldas blessings.

-She’s like a sister he’s never had, so having her blessings are really comforting to him.

-When you guys actually do have children, he’ll be so anxious to teach the little squirt every thing he knows about using a sword and fighting so they can protect themselves when he’s not able to.

-Low key the fun dad, probably does things you told him not to do and does them anyways.

-Your child probably tells you.

-Hope Link likes sleeping on a couch for a while, because guess where he’ll be sleeping for the next week.

new york six

summary: plane crash. plane. crash. the plane crashed.

a/n: highkey grey’s reference lolol. i was to excited not to post. please give feedback!!! thabks

warning: descriptive wounds?? plane crash?? 

November 23rd, 2016


“How do you feel?” The counselor asked. Y/N’s face was emotionless before she opened her mouth to speak, not a word came out. “I’m fine.” Y/N shrugged as she began to fiddle with her fingers, picking at the buds that held her nails in place. “Other than the not sleeping, constant feeling of anxiety, the hope that one day I die so I do not have to deal with all of these emotions that have begun to follow me everywhere I go?” She asked and looked at the hospital consular, “Other than that I’m fine.”

He jotted down the words Y/N spoke before asking her next question, “And what about that first night? What about Jasmine and Anthony? What about Lin, Daveed, and Pippa. Most importantly,” there was a pause before he began speaking again.

“What about you?”  Y/N’s breath caught in the back of her throat. She couldn’t speak as the memories came back from those few nights.

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Moving on,my bae-tas(wink wink)(sorry) @ghostiemakingposties and Shradicool (still insufferably in possession of her good sense) are angels in disguise(or not in disguise) that is the only explanation sorry I don’t make the rules.
This one is again,if you didn’t pick up from the title already,super sappy but bear with me.I have plans .
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Magnus Bane loves having the ability to do magic. He really does.

Nothing beats being able to get the remote from the coffee table after he’s sat down and forgotten it or being able to fix a last-minute eyeliner mishap with just a flick of his fingers.

(Not to mention, Alec gets this look in his eye whenever he does magic and when that happens, Magnus knows there isn’t going to be much talking between them for the next few hours.)

(At least not the sweet, innocent kind.)

So yes, Magnus loves being able to solve life’s greatest crises (and turning on his boyfriend) with only a small gesture.

He loves having a job where he literally gets paid just to cast a few spells.

But Magnus Bane loathes the paperwork involved.

Everything will be going swimmingly, and he’ll be going about his job, content and happy as ever, when this one customer shows up and throws a wrench in this wheel of satisfaction.

It’s happened without fail, repeatedly, from when Magnus first set up shop (figuratively, because that sounds like a super tacky thing to do and Magnus Bane is by no means tacky.)

That one person will pitch a favour at him and Magnus will agree to help even if he can’t recollect exactly how to do it at the moment; there’s no way in hell he’s turning something down because he can’t do it. He’ll figure it out, thank you very much.

Except, the figuring out bit is always harder than it seems.

The nights he spends poring over his spell books and consulting with Ragnor and Catarina see him cursing himself for ever taking up the job because What on earth is this?

This then gradually leads to him spending an increasing number of hours indoors which makes him cranky.

However, Magnus Bane never gives up.

How many ever cases like this he’s faced, he’s never not solved the problem. He’ll either find the bloody solution or he’ll die trying.

(Or, you know, he’ll fall asleep on his desk without removing his make-up which is almost as disastrous as death.)

(Plus, he has something to live for now apart from his fellow downworlder friends.)

Which is why Tuesday night sees him on his work-table, frustrated (not the good kind) and sleep-deprived (not for the good reasons).

He’s clueless, glitter-less and Alec-less and the three are a bitch of an issue to deal with separately, let alone together.

He vows to himself that once he’s done with this crap (whenever that is) he’s going to treat himself to a spa day because he deserves it, goddammit.

It’s close to the time when Magnus turns in, but he catches something out of the corner of his eye on the page which looks useful and this leads him on this whole other chase, flipping from book to book, referring to past notes and relevant facts.

His eyes are droopy and his head keeps lolling in front, but he can’t stop now, okay?

This is most solid lead he’s had in days and he’s so close and the thought of being done with this infernal crap is just so appealing and he just wants to get it over with.

He fights to stay awake but slowly, slowly his head dips and he’s struggling to keep his eyes open.

It’s a losing battle and soon, in the warm golden haze of the lights and to the calm silence of the apartment, Magnus lets his head hit the top of the book on the desk with a thud, asleep even before he can make it all the way.


The constant sounds of the city that never sleeps accompany Alec on his late-night journey from the Institute to the loft.

He’s just about done with Valentine’s bullshit and he can’t take another second at a place where there’s this constant speculation and doubt and this air of trepidation hanging around.

He just needs to get away.

Alec has a few places he goes to when he needs to crash for a break, but the loft has become his favourite safe-house to sleep in.

(Or not sleep in, whatever. It’s all quite splitting hairs at this point.)

He sees Magnus’s building and the sight instantly relaxes him.

He climbs up the flights of stairs and keys open the door.

The vision he’s greeted with makes him stop breathing for a second.

There, at the centre of his desk, lies Magnus’s head in the middle of this apparent hurricane of books and paper.

His eyes are closed and his hair’s fallen onto the table, hiding the top of his forehead.

His face is bare and he lets out soft noises as he breathes in his sleep.

Alec knows he’s been working on a particularly difficult case and he’s come to the loft at nights to see Magnus working hard, but he’s never seen him asleep at his desk.

The whole setting is so peaceful and serene and the lights throw this aura of warmness over Magnus and Alec is sorely tempted to take a picture.

(He does.)

He ends up just standing there for close to a minute, just looking at his boyfriend, before he snaps out of it.

He walks towards the sleeping warlock and gently picks him up with both hands, bridal style.

(His heart warms just a bit when Magnus nuzzles his head onto his chest.)

Alec carries him to the room and lays him on the bed. He climbs in behind him and together, they lie down, one asleep,the other almost there.

A shadowhunter and a warlock.

One hundreds of years old and the other barely at 20.

Both tangled together, pressed so close, you can hardly make out where one begins and the other ends.

They’re wrapped around each other’s bodies, unconsciously curling into each other.

Alec lets Magnus’s comforting warmth lull him to sleep and as he’s about to drop off, he hears a muffled I love you and all he can do is tighten his arms around the man, pull him impossibly closer and hum in response.

au where the plantation Thomas is on receives a new resident from Charlestown with a big mouth who gossips about what happened with Peter Ash & how Captain James Flint and a mystery woman showed up & how she died & he destroyed the town, & how he’s heard a rumour that Flint was an old friend of Ash’s from the Navy, & Thomas overhears and starts thinking about the timing & his father’s death & puts it all together & starts planning on escaping, because now he has something to live for. au where it’s Thomas who tracks James down during the Spanish invasion & shows up in front of James like a ghost

pomrania  asked:

AU where Vader and Padme happen to be in the same medical facility or something; Padme still dies (explicitly killed by Sidious using Force-stuff), but Vader finds that HE HAS TWINS AND THUS SOMETHING TO LIVE FOR and immediately kills Sidious. Now he has two babies, no wife, no mentor/slavemaster, no friends, and an Empire.

The life-support armor he had meticulously designed was on Coruscant, at the Grand Republic Medical Facility - that name would have to change, now - but Lord Vader would not have made the trip; instead they flew the short distance to Polis Massa, a barren little planetoid whose medical center would have to do for now.

Padmé Amidala’s presence had been unexpected, but welcome, even though he knew Kenobi was likely skulking about as well, hiding his Force signature; but he couldn’t hide Padmé, or protect her as Sidious reached out and began to unravel the fitful, flickering thread of Life inside her, taking it apart strand by strand and wrapping each glowing filament around Vader’s own frayed thread, bolstering him and lending him strength stolen from his now-dying wife - oh the delicious irony of it -

A siren blared, and a voice shouted over the intercom, “OB-GYNs and diagnostic droids to delivery room 2-L, we have a postpartum patient fading fast, cause unknown!”

Vader’s eyes snapped open, blue and bright, and he rasped, “Padmé?”

“No, Lord Vader, she is not here, you must rest -” But he had sensed her presence, and was already fighting the restraints and the medical droids. “Padmé! Padmé!” He turned to Sidious, gold creeping across his irises as his ruined face twisted in hate; he sensed what Sidious had done as well,

Then he froze. It was too late. Padmé was dead.

And in the empty, quiet void where she had once been, two small, strong beacons of light cried out in unison.

Vader screamed back. “BABIES!”

Sidious hit the wall with a force no human body, not even that of Sith Lord, could survive, and survive it he did not.

get rekt Sidious

you can see how at first I really tried to keep this three sentences, but then I just gave up after the second paragraph. but it’s not like I’m going to get any complaints, so

I’ll write you three-sentence fic!

anonymous asked:

Idea based on Teen Titans episode 'Troq' basically the paladins meet this stranded alien guy, whose part of this secret resistance and hey their the paladins we should totally work together. Then he finds out that Keith is part Galra, and starts being pretty racist towards him. He even calls Keith a slur meant for Galras infront of the others who have no idea what it means. Then one of them (probably Lance or Hunk) accidentally calls Keith the slur because they don't know better and think its a


(This is post Galra reveal for Keith)

-It begins with a distress beacon that goes off, bringing Allura to stop the ship at a seemingly deserted planet only to find there is another individual already there fighting a mass of Galran drones that had followed him through space. 

-It is quite the impressive battle, and when it finally comes to an end all the paladins immediately go up to him and start asking questions, of which Allura and Coran encourage because it shows they are eager to learn. 

-So this individual, I’m going to call him Val Yor (since that’s the name from TT) has been fighting the Galra for years and has become quite accustomed to their ways, so learning that Voltron is free and active once more he instantly teams up with them.

-He tells them there is a local planet that hosts one of Zarkon’s larger drone armies, and he has a bomb that could completely wipe them out. 

-It’s as soon as Val Yor enters the ship as they take off that someone mentions that Keith is part Galra. They all miss it except Keith when Val Yor turns to give him a disgusted glare.

-Val Yor is complimenting by the thousands everyone on the ship, Pidge’s tech skills, Allura’s leadership, Shiro’s bond with his lion, Hunk’s strength and engineering and Lance’s aim.

-But he makes absolutely no comment towards Keith direction, he doesn’t even acknowledge his presence. 

-On the way to the planet they get bombarded with more Galra ships, and Val Yor takes command, issuing everyone jobs except Keith. But Keith, obviously just wants to help, goes after them. Only to accidentally push a Galra drone into the bomb nearly activating it when trying to step in. 

-Val Yor is livid and calls Keith a very derogatory slur. No one blinks twice, but Keith is very aware of the term, having been called the term before and he shuts down immediately. 

-Throughout the debriefing mission, he gives the other paladins nicknames further making it harder for the others to realize he’s calling Keith a slur. But Coran gets suspicious, he’s almost certain he’s heard the word before. 

-Lance keeps trying to joke, cause he can tell something’s up with Keith but he doesn’t know what, and therefore making the situation worse. 

-They finally arrive at the planet but there is Galra tech everywhere and Val Yor practically snaps at Keith he’s finally useful and to go out there and get them in. 

-Keith manages it, but when he gets back Hunk smacks him hard on the back and calls him the slur and Keith freezes, turning to him not only angry but hurt. And very quietly tells Hunk that it’s not a fun nickname, it’s a horrible term that basically calls him a mutt or a half breed. 

-Hunk is pure rage and wants to confront the guy immediately, but Keith just shakes his head saying getting angry would only prove to him that he’s no better than what Val Yor thinks. 

-Hunk goes to Coran who had figured it out and slowly and quietly they go around to the other paladins to tell them what’s going on, and Keith can literally watch the anger rise in their eyes.

-They end up going on the mission and Keith stubbornly follows Val Yor, against his wishes and ends up helping him set the bomb. Accept Val Yor gets trapped and Keith risks his life to go in and help him out through the Galra tech. 

-When they finally return, Allura and Shiro immediately turn cold on Val Yor and force him to thank Keith for saving his life and to apologize for how he has treated Keith.

-Except Val Yor just keeps finding round about ways to still insert backhanded insults and at this point Lance and Pidge snap at him to leave because his words still sound derogatory. 

-Keith is grateful, but he explains to them that it’s going to be something he has to live with, but that doesn’t mean he’s taking these words to heart, cause their opinions mean more to him than the others. 


This is such an important Teen Titan episode and I love the message, I’m so glad you asked for this anon. Voltron has the potential to address these kinds of issues too and I really hope they continue to do so!!

Accidental essay time again: I was thinking about my characterisations of Feanor and Celebrimbor and their differences, and started writing this out to help myself think it through, and it got substantial enough to seem worth posting. I reserve the right to change my mind about any or all of this as I go on, though :)

(did I mean to be working on fic instead? oh well)

So -

Where I start from is: Feanor and Celebrimbor have a lot of the same basic traits, but expressed very differently. Feanor grew up - kind of isolated, without any family except Finwe and Finwe’s complicated feelings of love and grief and guilt; whereas Celebrimbor grew up as the baby of a large family of intelligent quarrelsome personalities who loved him and were interested in him but did not necessarily always have much time for him.

Finwe loved his son deeply but did not, I think, always understand him very well. Feanor’s fundamental assumption tends to be that he is on his own and cannot rely on other people (they might go away and never come back and you might never know what you did wrong, why you weren’t good enough).

Feanor also - not entirely unjustifiably - tends to assume that he is more intelligent than the people around him and that when they disagree with him it is because they do not understand him. (This is not helped by the fact that he is not very good at explaining himself, tbh - he makes a lot of intuitive leaps that he thinks of as obvious when they are really not.)

Celebrimbor, on the other hand, has always had to accommodate himself to other people in a way that Feanor has not. He has things that are important to him but he is capable of letting things go in a way that Feanor has trouble with - if he really disagrees with someone he is liable to go quiet and sarcastic about it rather than getting into a fight with them. Which is to say, he has also managed to surprise people by being pleasant and easygoing right up until they run into an issue he really cares about, at which point he turns into a brick wall of “no”. :)

This is the way I think of it:

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anonymous asked:

How would the 104th squad deal with having feeling for someone they shouldn't?( opposing side/superior).

Are you suggesting a Romeo and Juliet scenario?! Kind of, but that’s how this English nerd’s gonna roll with it. If the 104th squad ended up in a star-crossed love affair…

Eren would be your typical Romeo. When he falls, he falls hard and refuses to think logically 90% of the time because he believes so strongly in the power of their love. Love will conquer all, he insists. He takes all the risks to see his love, and takes all the blame when the inevitably get caught. He would probably die for love if the situation called for it. 

Mikasa wouldn’t let herself be with the person if their love was forbidden. She’d never stop loving them, though. She’d be with them as much as she could, just enjoying their presence and loving them from afar, showing her love through acts of care and service. But she knows that they aren’t fated to be together, and while that stings, as long as she can be by their side, she’ll be as content as she can be. 

Armin thinks too logically to let himself entertain the idea of actually being with someone who he shouldn’t. But that doesn’t mean he doesn’t fall in love with them, the opposite actually. While he knows it isn’t realistic, he dreams about what a world would be like if things were different and they could be together. Still, he’s aware of the consequences on acting on his dreams, and therefore never lets his feelings show, (except maybe in some anonymous, secret admirer letters?)

Jean, like Eren, would definitely fit the Romeo mold. Once his heart’s locked onto someone, no matter how wrong it is, he can’t just let those feelings die. He will pursue his love, in secret if he has to, and won’t give up until he’s totally denied or he dies trying. He’s suaver than Eren, though, and gets caught much less. 

Marco is more of a Juliet: acknowledges that this is stupid and shouldn’t be happening, but lets it happen anyway. He does his best to keep his feelings a secret, to only act on them when the two of them are completely alone with zero chance of getting caught. He does have the heart of a romantic, and is always trying to find new ways for things to work so that they don’t have to hide their love from the world. But even if it’s never meant to be, he’s fine with a world of stolen glances and secret meetings. Life’s more fun that way. 

Annie’s always like a challenge, so keeping a relationship secret isn’t too much of an obstacle for her, especially if she’s truly fallen for the person. The scandal of it excites her, knowing that what they’re doing is forbidden and wrong and against all rules. And she’s an expert at keeping her feelings hidden, so no one will ever know that anything’s happening between them at all. 

Reiner, like Mikasa, will not let himself be with the person he loves if their love is forbidden. He’ll try, lord know’s he’ll try and find a way to make it work. But in the end, he’ll fear that they’ll get hurt. So he denies his heart what it wants, and continues to love them from afar, showing his affection through acts of service that could be performed by anyone. His sense of duty and responsibility is too strong to let himself be happy. 

Bertholdt wouldn’t let himself be with the person either. He’s too scared of breaking rules, or more the consequences that come with breaking rules. He’ll dream about the person he loves, imagine what they could do if they could be together. And he’ll fall hard for them, suffering alone with his feelings. It could be a beautiful thing if he let it. But Bertholdt’s too fearful of the consequences to let himself try. 

Sasha would try to make it work, a mixture of the reckless Romeo and thoughtful Juliet. She plans how to keep their relationship under wraps, but never denies the fact that they’re meant to be. She believes that their love will stand the test of time, and that even if it takes them years to be together for good, it’ll be worth it. She is a firm believer in true love, and will go to whatever lengths necessary to keep it alive.  

Connie wouldn’t pursue them past harmless flirting, even if it breaks his heart. He doesn’t believe in breaking the rules, and even if the thought has crossed his mind a million times, he can’t imagine the consequences of defiance. It kills him, to have to deny himself and his lover of their feelings, but it’s what’s right by society and that’s something he has to live with. He has to set an example. 

Ymir is another Romeo type, but with Hamlet’s wit, (crossing plays here, we are!) While she falls hard, defying all boundaries set by society, she’s very aware that this relationship is a death sentence and could go horribly wrong. Therefore, she creates elaborate schemes in order to keep the relationship a secret, always acting eccentric so her erratic behavior and random disappearances and open flirting with her lover are taken as nothing but her natural personality. She’s a master at it, really. 

Historia loves the secrecy and the recklessness of it all. She loves knowing that she’s breaking rules just by loving someone. She loves defying a society stupid enough to think that it can dictate her feelings. Therefore, she falls hard and fast, and craves her lover like oxygen. It makes their meetings all the sweeter, and keeping their love a secret all the more enticing. 

the-forest-library  asked:

Title meme: The Dark Moon

I think this would be a Scarlet Pimpernel fic. Because, d’Orczy’s sequels notwithstanding, I’ve always wanted to know more about how Percy and Marguerite’s relationship evolved after the events of TSP. How would they play drawing room scenes at St. James’s? How would Marguerite handle Percy swanning off to risk his life on a regular basis? How would he handle doing so while knowing he actually has something worth living for? How much awkward, passionate, fantastically great sex would they have, and what would the servants think about it? SO MANY QUESTIONS.

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Sam x Reader

Summary: Sam’s having a reoccurring dirty dream about you. 

Warnings: Sex, self touching and dirty talk.   Word Count: 460

Sam would never tell you, but he’s had the same dirty dream about you three nights in a row. The details change, but the plot remains the same: you need him. 

No, really, you need him.

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anonymous asked:

Late to the discussion, I know, but about Papyrus being treated like a child by Sans and everyone - do you think he might push them to? I mean, if he can't bring in money or anything then Sans has a Purpose, and if someone's depressed/questioning their worth... being loved is important, but so is being needed. Helpless!Papyrus means Sans can't/won't suicide, so Pap makes a point of just standing around looking cute... (You were involved in that discussion, right?)

Hhhhh damn. D:

This is so depressing, but then again….maybe? It does sound likely?

Sans purpose in the entire game, besides trolling you and judging you, is just telling you how cool Papyrus is and trying to protect Papyrus. Papyrus, in front of Sans, pretty much keeps us this “small child being annoyed at older sibling act”, when he’s usually a very friendly and cheerful person, who is completely capable of doing things on his own. He’s the one who cleans the house and takes care of Sans after all. It’s also been established that Papyrus is likely very powerful and has amazing control over his own magic (able to stop his attacks when you hit 1 HP, and Undyne mentioned he’s “pretty tough”), he’s likely able to fend for himself, but yet, he doesn’t.

I guess he knows how important he is to Sans, and he wants to let Sans feels useful. He lets Sans baby him and protect him, and he lets Sans tell him that his friends are “on vacation” if you get the King Papyrus ending, even though it’s likely he knows that you’ve killed Undyne and Alphys and everyone. He acts childish and helpless so Sans can feel like he has something to live for.

Maybe the reason why Papyrus doesn’t act like he’s aware of the resets (it’s still not confirmed whether he’s aware or not, but he does recognize you if you replay the game, and he is friends with Flowey) is so that he wouldn’t worry Sans. There’s quite a few fanfictions exploring this theory, and I like to believe it’s true.

It’s definitely not good for both of them, what with Sans hiding his depression and all kinds of secrets from Papyrus, and Papyrus forcing himself to keep up the act of being childish and naive, despite seemingly being aware of a lot of things. It can only last for so long, before one of them breaks. I’m hoping that new updates to the game will address this, and maybe allow them to finally open up to one another. For now, all we have is fanfics, fanart and fancomics.

This makes me wonder though. This is very unlikely, but maybe the reason he hasn’t exactly joined the Royal Guards is to ensure that Sans works? And not waste away in his room due to depression? It’s confirmed that he was the one that forced Sans to get a job. Maybe he knows Sans has depression and wants him to get a job to get his mind off his depression. 

I can’t actually confirm this because Undyne mentions that she doesn’t allow Papyrus to join the Royal Guard because he’s “too nice” and she wants to protect him. But now I wonder if it was intentional of Papyrus’ part so that Sans would actually get out of the house to work and make a living.

(I think so? ^^; I can’t remember. But I love any discussions about Papyrus and I collect any Papyrus discussion on my blog, under the tag #papyrus conspiracy )

anonymous asked:

do you think the ignis, gladio and prompto survived the final fight? ive read theories that argued both for and against it, saying the camp scene at the end could have taken place in whatever passes for afterlife in eos or that it happened pre-ardyn fight respectively. i like both theories equally, but id love to hear your take on it.

Okay, I guess I’m joining the Ending Discourse??

I like both theories too, Anon.
…But I think they lived.

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anonymous asked:

Since that first one tumblr decided to gobble up (I'm SO sorry it did that, so frustrating).. how do you think some of the companions would react to a pregnancy?

Alright, been meaning to get back to this one…

Piper: (if she was the pregnant one) Would be both nervous and excited. If the child is a boy, she’d name it after her dad, if its a girl, after Nat. Also protective loving auntie Nat is wonderful and precious. If the SS was the pregnant one, Piper would be the godmother. “I say we name it ‘little blue’”

Preston: (If he was the father) Like Piper, would also be nervous and excited. He’d ask the SS many question, since they already had a child. He’d go to Mama Murphy a lot to ask her what she can tell about the child. If he wasn’t in a romantic relationship with the SS, he’d ask the settlers allied with the minutemen if they can spare anything like baby clothes or toys for the new arrival.

Nick: Would put a hold on his smoking habit, wouldn’t want all that smoke affecting the new parent and child. The SS would name him the baby’s godfather.

Deacon: Would insist that he is going to be ‘The Cool Uncle.’

Curie: (If she was the pregnant one) Would be ecstatic to see first hand the scientific miracle of life. She’d become overwrought by mood swings and emotions, but the experience would inspire her to create new methods to better the life of her child. If she and the SS weren’t in a romantic relationship, she’d be the midwife thats oversees the birth.

X6: Would act like he’s annoyed by it. But when no one is looking, random gifts suited for a baby seem to appear.

Hancock: (If he was the father and in a AU where ghouls weren’t sterile/or SS became pregnant by donor) He’d run around Goodneighbor yelling “I’m going to be a father! You guys I’m going to be a daddy!” If he and the SS weren’t in a romantic relationship. He would also insist that he was going to be ‘The Cool Uncle.’ He will fight Deacon on that one.

Strong: Would be upset that the SS is vulnerable and weak now. The SS bullshits some speech about ‘Strengthening the human army and that one day the child will kill them and take over their place as leader’ then he feels better.

Codsworth: Overjoyed to have a child to take care of since Shaun. He’d clean up the room spotless (as it can be) and would be protective of the baby, making sure nothing would happen to it this time around.

Danse: (If he were the father) Would be very unsure about having a child, when he sees how excited the SS is, he cant say no. Once born, he realizes that he has something else to live and fight for since leaving the brotherhood. If he is not in a romantic relationship with the SS, He would be overly cautious about everything they do. “Be careful on those steps” “I’ll taste check that to make sure its not irradiated” “Is there anything you need?”

Cait: (If she was the one pregnant) Would be terrified. She’d scared she doesn’t have what it takes to be a mom, or worse, end up as unloving and cruel as her own parents. The SS would insist that she is one of the strongest people ever, and that they believe in her, but won’t force her to have it. She eventually does, and it has her hair and freckles, and the SS’s eyes. If she is not in a romantic relationship with the SS, she would be the Godmother, and would teach the kid how to fight.

MacCready: (If he was the father) Would want to bring Duncan to Sanctuary once he was well enough so that he can meet his new stepparent and sibling. He says that he’s going to be the coolest dad in the commonwealth and teach his kids to shoot. If he and the SS are not in a romantic relationship, he would ALSO insist that he would be the ‘Cool Uncle.’ He, Deacon, and Hancock fight to the death to earn the title.

Dogmeat. The perfect, protective guard dog. Would bark and growl at anyone he doesn’t trust if they got to close the the pregnant person/and/or/baby. He wag his tail and play with the kid.

I’m loving the fallout companion headcanon prompts you guys, send more in please!!!

Thor: The Dark World (liveblog) [x]

Do you know what I really loved about this?  That nobody in the movie put this on Loki except Loki himself.  Sure, the viewers probably had that moment of, “Look what happened because of your words, Loki!” but none of the other characters ever knew about it, there was no one blaming Loki unfairly for this, but instead the movie just let it be what it was.

We all know that Loki never intended this, but it was still a gut-wrenching example of how his actions have consequences.  He lashed out because he was angry, he did something petty, and it blew up in his face spectacularly, which is something he has to live with for the rest of his life.

And he does.  We see that the loss of Frigga wrecks him, but we’re also pretty damn sure that he knows he unwittingly helped in this.  I love that he never tells anyone and the movie never goes out of its way to pile that onto Loki, because that wasn’t the point, that Loki was wholly bad or blaming him for shit that wasn’t his fault.  Instead, we see it, we’re shown it, instead of told it, that Loki’s actions have consequences and THAT is why people are so angry at him, because HE DOESN’T STOP AND THINK, he doesn’t CONSIDER OTHER PEOPLE, he doesn’t think about WHAT HAPPENS BECAUSE OF HIS ACTIONS, not because something that was out of his knowledge or control happened.

I love that Loki is the one who beats himself up about it, but we still see that his actions affect other people.  And I love that most people I’ve seen in fandom don’t really lay this at Loki’s feet, because we all know he would have stopped it if he’d had any idea and I think the movie makes that clear, too.

I live in the in between places with Loki’s characterization—I think this is something he needed shoved in his face to understand that his actions do have consequences, but that I don’t think he’s horrible scum or inherently evil for it.  I see a spoiled child lashing out and causing a tragedy he had no way of knowing was coming.

Personally, I think Loki probably still believed his parents were infallible at this point, that nothing could ever really hurt them, that he could lash out and lash out because your parents are always supposed to be there for you.  And then Frigga dies and of course that just sends everything careening off into bad territory.

anonymous asked:

Papa Qrow headcanons?? (I agree, we need more Qrow)


  • He heavily considers quitting being a hunter when they’re born, he doesn’t want them to live like Ruby and Yang
  • His life really just get’s flipped upside down when he finds out he’ll be a dad. Like, he suddenly has something to live for that’s his own flesh and blood, and because of that, he changes his whole life style for them.
  • I cannot stress enough how much of a big emotional baby this man would be towards his child like. I made this. This is mine I made it and it’s so cute and nice omg
  • I have a feeling he’d want a daughter more than a son. But then he’d push his s/o for a son after the daughter
  • He caves for his kid all the time. You can’t trust him with the kids alone. After all those years with rubes and yangie, Taiyang definitely rubbed off on him. You’ll send him to walmart with the kids for like toothpaste or something and he’ll come back with a fucking kiddie car. Not even the toothpaste. Just fuckign kiddie cars

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Richard Harmon Set Interview Rundown!
  • “everything has kind of gone to crap”
  • Richard giggled and said he “not sure if I can mention specific story lines yet”
  • “Every time Jaha is around Murphy, he kind of.. ruins his life”
  • Jaha is “just a weird guy”
  • Everyone’s true colors, when all the chips are on the table” when asked about what side Murphy will take in the part 2 apocolypse 
  • Richard said he doesn’t really see a way for them to get around the impending doom
  • Richard said, “Murphy has been a survivor” 
  • Brought up how Murphy keeps fighting because he doesn’t want to die
  • In season 4, his view point won’t really change especially “because he has something to live for - Emori”
  • Now more than ever, Murphy is “finding his place” in the 100 community
  • Richard replied to a mention of him and Nadia working together this season, “I’ve gotten to know Nadia this year not saying it’s because we’re working together -stop trying to trip me up on that!” 
  • He smiled this whole interview
  • “It’s The 100, we all cross paths then go our separate ways”
  • “A relationship strained through the adversity of knowing the world is coming to an end” about his relationship with Emori
  • Emori and Richard are “two outsiders” and they “really care” for each other
  • Richard took a second to mention how amazing Luisa is and that she’s one of his favorite teammates to work with
  • Richard said, “he trusts the mirror - himself - more than anything”
  • But Murphy is learning to trust and 
  • Richard said, “don’t get it twisted, he’ll still do, he’ll ditch them the second he can if it means his own survival - um, which maybe isn’t the best quality to have in a friend”
  • “At the beginning of season 4, between the two [Bellamy + Murphy] of them, is probably the best it’s been since the beginning of the show. Maybe not that they like each other, a little, bit of respect has blossomed between the two of them”
  • Richard said that episode one is “great”
  • He then shared that “episode 6 is probably my favorite we’ve done so far for Murphy, it’s really great - it really gets *can’t hear this* who he is as a person - great character episode”
  • They just finished filming episode 8 when this interview was done
  • Episode 8 is another great episode for Murphy
  • He said that The 100 is like “an anthology show” because the show is a different show from season 1 to now
  • Murphy knows “a lot of stuff, about a lot of different things” then chuckled
  • Richard said that if Murphy is on your side, there’s “no one he’d fighter harder for”