So basically, I wanted to really surprise
Seán with his gift, and hear him yell ‘Toriko’, so I was like ‘oh I’ll ask him to close his eyes, yell Trico, and then ask him to open his eyes, and like BOOM! Trico.’ As soon as I asked him the words ‘close your eyes’, I knew it sounded really creepy (fuck), but he humoured me, and it was lots of fun. I’m really happy he likes it!
Steve's puppy is in love with his shield. She insists on sleeping in it, eating out of it, and is not impressed when Steve tries to swap in a replica to fool her.
Tabitha was tiny and black
and white with a little black spot around one eye and Sam took one look at her
and joked that she had the same worried crease between her eyes that Steve did.
He’d adopted her from down
South, a pit mix of some kind that was attentive and sweet. And curious.
Snuffling around his gear and when she tipped his shield over on
accident she went scurrying away, only to creep back when it didn’t chase her
and nose at it until she realized it was perfect for a rocking-bed.
Steve took approximately
300 pictures and decided there was no harm in letting her doze in his shield
while he set up her bed and bowls and toys and made sure he’d puppy-proofed
Only that wasn’t the end
of it. A week later, and she was still
nudging it with her nose until it tipped over and snuggled in for the night
every night. He’d given her a meat bone
earlier in the day and she’d trotted off with it, tail high, to curl up in his
shield and chew on it.
It was on his next mission
he decided things had to change. The fur
could be easily brushed away and the bone bits washed off, but the leather
straps had little teeth marks in them that would soon be big teeth marks and Steve realized he might have encouraged a bad
habit without meaning to because it happened to be cute.
So he bought her one of
the plastic replicas he found on Amazon and set it on the floor for her. She was interested at first but had barely
gotten a paw in it before she pulled back and left it for his actual
shield. He put treats in it and tried redirection
and she kept stubbornly (like you,
Sam smirked as he filmed some of Steve’s unsuccessful retraining) refusing to
use the plastic shield.
He went on Etsy and bought
a cosplay replica that was an impressive facsimile. So good, Tabitha laid down in it.
For five minutes.
It was Clint who finally
fixed everything, sending T’Challa a series of photos and a note that simply
read “a little help?”.
A week after that, a
package arrived from Wakanda. Inside, a
perfect replica of Steve’s shield in pink, white, and blue with “Tabitha America” painted on it
and half-dozen leather straps for her to chew.
“You said ‘Broch Tuarach’ means ‘North Facing Tower.’” “Aye.” “Well, it’s round. It doesn’t have a face.” “The door faces north.” “Ha. Frasers. I’m beginning to feel like– Like I– I actually belong here.” “I knew you belonged here, with me, almost since the first moment I laid eyes on ye. That’s one of the reasons I agreed to marry you.” ~ Lallybroch [1x12]
“We returned to heal in the peace of the Scottish Highlands… the daily routines of Lallybroch worked like a tonic on our battered souls.” ~ The Fox’s Lair [2x08]
“He took me to his own home – Lallybroch, it was called. A beautiful place.” I shut my eyes again to get away from the look on Brianna’s face, and deliberately summoned the image of the estate of Broch Tuarach – Lallybroch, to the people who lived there. A beautiful Highland farm, with woods and streams; even a bit of fertile ground – rare for the Highlands. A lovely, peaceful place sealed within the high hills above a mountain pass that kept it remote from the recurrent strife that troubled the Highlands. ~ Dragonfly in Amber
I had never actually had a home. Orphaned at five, I had lived the life of a academic vagabond with my uncle Lamb for the next thirteen years… It was strange, then, and rather wonderful, to wake up in the upper bedroom at Lallybroch, next to Jamie, and realize, as I watched the dawn touch his sleeping face, that he had been born in this bed. All the sounds of the house, from the creak of the back stair under an early-rising maid’s foot, to the drumming rain on the roofslates, were sounds he had heard a thousand times before; heard so often, he didn’t hear them anymore. I did. ~ Dragonfly in Amber
“On your feet, soldier. Take me h o m et o L a l l y b r o c h .” ~ The Devil’s Mark [1x11]
But like can you imagine Alec trying to bring up the little girl and her gills?
“So uh, I met a little girl who had gills as a warlock mark.” Alec briefly mumbles as he twists the label on his beer bottle Magnus had handed him upon arrival to the warlock’s loft. Alec’s eyes are stuck to the floor, not quite sure how to make eye contact with the man before him-not with what is on Alec’s mind anyways.
“Oh?” Magnus places his own drink down on the coffee table in front of him so he can give a nervous Alec his full attention. Magnus knows Alec knows about warlock marks but it’s one thing to know of something, than seeing it and still being okay.
“Yeah, I mean..” Alec clears his throat. “I told her they were cool.” Alec blushes at the mention, briefly looking up only to see a small smile crossing pink stained lips.
“And you meant it?” Magnus is teasing a little, knowing the flush on the shadowhunters cheeks means the guy is a bit embarrassed. Pink cheeks is a nice look on Alexander, Magnus decides.
“Of course,” Alec quickly defends almost feeling a bit offended. “In fact, I was wondering…” Alec trails off, looking to the ground again for silent support.
“Wondering…” Magnus gestures with his hand for Alec to continue. Magnus can feel his heart racing a thousand beats per minute he’s so nervous. He has an inkling as to what Alec might suggest, which makes him feel anxious. How will Alec respond when he’s truly faced with the mark of Magnus’ demon; the same mark that lead to his own mother committing suicide? Will Alec too reject him, like so many previously have?
“I was hoping to see your mark.” Alec breathes out in one go; voice sounding raspy and unsure. Magnus’ eyes seem to shift, almost as if trying to desperately make sure that Alec is legit. “It’s just…” Alec pauses briefly. “I think I saw them for a flash the other night when I came to apologize, but I was so nervous and distracted that I didn’t even…” Alec stops when he sees an amused smile on Magnus’ face.
“What distracted you? Do tell.” Magnus gleams while Alec narrows his eyes.
“You were shirtless and throwing magic balls at me, I think you know damn well.” Alec huffs, even though a small smile is threatening to pull onto his face.
“Oh honey, if I knew my balls were so distracting I would have thrown them at you a lot sooner.” Magnus winks leaving Alec a flushing pile of goo on the couch.
“Magnus.” Alec chastises in a whisper, as if someone could hear their conversation right now.
“Sorry darling, I’m being serious now.” Magnus relents. “You want to see my warlock mark, yes?” Magnus asks for confirmation; hands feeling a bit clammy.
“Please?” Alec begs which sends a jolt up the warlock’s spin. Magnus swallows, twisting his fingers out nerves, before dropping his glamour. The cat eyes are on prominent display and Alec can’t help but feel floored.
The shadowhunter has battled countless demons yet has never felt as winded as he does right now. He nearly spills his drink as he tries to absentmindedly place the bottle on the ground; too busy staring at cat eyes to focus on anything else.
“You’re not breathing,” Magnus tries to tease but the joke falls flat due to the slight stutter in the man’s tone.
“By the angel,” Alec lifts up both hands to touch at Magnus’ cheeks. “You are so gorgeous.” Magnus doesn’t remember who leans in first; all he remembers is fighting back tears as his lips smash into Alexanders.
No, Magnus can not tell the future, but what he can do is fight like hell to make sure Alec is always in it.