probably too much blood. wills not good at taking care of himself

nothing to lose, pt 2

[PART ONE HERE; collab with @pipedream]

summary: andrew minyard and nathaniel wesninski meet on the titanic in 1912. neil’s a rich runaway who’s finally being made to atone for his crimes against the family, and he feels like there’s nothing left to live for- until andrew promises to show him that there’s more to life than just survival.

word count: 5444 / 11836

trigger warnings: major character death, homophobia, suicide, guns, knives, violence, murder, death

  • there are voices approaching the cabin, so with a quiet question, neil takes andrew’s hand and leads him to the elevators, running to evade the valet
  • he chases them, no doubt on orders by riko, through the halls and down elevators
  • neil feels lighter in a way he’s recognizing only proximity to andrew makes him feel
  • he tightens his grip on andrew’s hand as they make their way through the ship’s incinerators and when andrew glances back he looks years younger than usual
  • somehow, they make their way to the cargo, and neil is done with running. all of his life, he’s been running, and even though it’s different with andrew by his side, it’s time to stop, just for a while
  • he sees andrew’s eyes catch on a car, one more expensive than andrew would probably ever be able to afford, so neil slides into the back of it with as much pomp and circumstance as he can muster. it’s the closest thing he can do to granting andrew permission to get into the car
  • andrew looks around, as if checking they haven’t been followed, then seems to concede that the back of a car isn’t a bad place to hide for a short while, and he climbs in next to neil
  • the silence isn’t tense, but it’s heavy, and neil doesn’t want to waste a second with andrew if they’re numbered
  • “tell me about your family,” he says, because they’re the only thing he really knows about andrew, and he doesn’t know enough
  • andrew doesn’t seem offended by the question, but he gives neil a considering look nonetheless. “what will you give me for it?”
  • “are we doing a truth for a truth again?” neil says, the hint of a smile on his lips. “anything you ask.”

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up on heaven’s boulevard

wordcount: 1965

summary: a meditation on nail polish, set march 2017.

genre: kind of thoughtful, mostly sweet.

warnings: nothing beyond mild language.

a/n: i wrote this a couple of weeks ago, and then my boy dan took a selfie and captioned it “post the nail polish fic. it’s time.” happy easter, too. (title from stars by grace potter & the nocturnals)

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Some things that bother me about the story at this point:

I know I’m so gonna be hated for at least two specific points but I really need to talk about it in order to clear my mind a bit so here we go (contains spoilers of ch. 56).

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Dirty Mouth

Characters : Jon Moxley (or Dean Ambrose, its more Mox era though) x OC/Reader

Summary: OC gets turned on by how Mox treats her in the ring. She goes to find him in the locker room. Fun happens.

Warnings: NSFW, Sexual Content, Choking, Blood, Swearing, Dirty Talk, Unprotected Sex.

Do let me know if you wanna be tagged in any of my fics (:  Please please please let me know what you think!

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Request: My Whole World

Request: Can you write one where the reader is being really petty towards dean for something he did and he gets fed up in a cute and fluffy way please.

Request: Could you write one where the reader is taking a nap and she’s pregnant and wakes up to dean talking to her stomach and it’s just all fluffy and cute

Word Count: 1,673

Thank you! I hope it’s what you were hoping for. Lots of love<3

“So anyway,” You continue, dipping the spoon back into the ice-cream carton and digging out another generous mouthful, “I get into the kitchen and he’s sat there, just munching on the last cookie. I’m not even kidding. I’d been craving them for weeks and I’d finally managed to convince his protective, overbearing ass to take me out to pick up the ingredients and he eats the last bloody one.”

Sam eyes the carton, balanced precariously atop your growing bump, and smiles a little, “He can be rude sometimes.”

“I know, right? And he acts like it’s nothing, like I haven’t been dragging his spawn around inside me for… what, seven and a half months?” You sigh dramatically, “All I wanted was a cookie and now all I have is…”

“Ice-cream?” Sam quirks an eyebrow with an amused smile, but you just shoot him a sardonic glare.

“It isn’t what I want. And you and Dean are so close, this might as well be your spawn too, so watch what you’re saying.” You manage to get the spoonful of ice-cream into your mouth just in time to point the spoon at him accusatorially, but he only laughs at you – it’s been like this for nearly three days now, considering that you’re not exactly on speaking terms with Dean unless it involves backrubs or food.

“I’m sure he feels awful.” Sam attempts, picking up another plate and setting it in the warm, soapy water of the sink – baby-proofing efforts are fully underway in the bunker, which, according to Sam, means turning the place into a clean, half-decent child-rearing environment. The brothers are so concerned with making it completely perfect and safe that you’ve barely had anything to do with it, which you’re perfectly fine with at this point.

“No, he doesn’t. He feels bad that I’m grumpy with him. But he enjoyed that cookie, and I know it.” You narrow your eyes, “They were damn good cookies.”

Sam turns to you after a moment, “Y/N, can I say something without you… spontaneously bursting into tears or throwing your ice-cream at me?”

“Probably not, but go on.” You nod, scraping out the bottom of the carton and giving him a roguish grin. He offers a small, though hesitant, smile, drying his hands off on the towel draped over the oven door handle.

“I think you’re scared. About Dean, about the baby, about everything.” He watches warily as your eyes narrow, and you sit forward slowly, a protective hand moving over your stomach as if his words could somehow hurt the tiny, helpless infant inside, “And I can’t help but wonder if you’re finding excuses to keep him at arm’s length so that if something does go wrong, he doesn’t blame himself. So he isn’t so hurt by losing one or both of you.”

“Sam-“ You try, but he has a way of reading you that not even Dean has managed to grasp – he really is your best friend, your brother in all but blood – in the least weird way, considering you’ve been with his biological brother for years.

“You’re going to be fine, Y/N. All three of you.”

“All four of us.” You correct, and he gives a conceding nod.

“All four of us. We have heaven and hell on our side, Y/N. Trust me on this one, alright?” He moves half a step closer to you, the smile on his face reminding you that he’s as excited as you are for this, and has mulled over every single one of the same possibilities, “We’ve gotten through everything else. This is just another adventure.”

You let the silence hang between you for a few moments, before hauling yourself to your feet and fixing him with a look that lets him know that he’s absolutely right, but that you’re less than impressed about it.

“One of these days, Sam Winchester, you’re going to tell someone a home truth that they really hate and you’re going to get punched.” You tell him, though the smile on your face instantly negates any kind of seriousness in your statement, “And fair warning, I am going to laugh.”

“Fair point.” He smiles, stepping forward to take your shoulders in his hands and press an affectionate kiss to your brow, “Go on, Y/N, get some rest. I’m almost done here.”

He can tell how obnoxiously tired you are, and even how hard you’re trying to hide it. It’s been a difficult transition, and one you’re still struggling with, going from reckless, active hunter, to careful, nurturing mother – though it’s one you’re more than willing to make.

“Alright, Sammy. I’m going for a nap.”


Naps have recently – even over the last three or four weeks – have become your primary source of sustenance. Depending on the hours that Winchester junior decides to make your bladder/ribs/kidneys into his or her personal trampoline, you’re not getting as much sleep as night as you perhaps should be, which means that the couch is your new favourite spot – these days, if either brother or anyone else needs to get a hold of you, that’s usually where you can be found.

When you find that the something pulling you from the warmth and comfort of sleep is Dean’s voice, you’re less than surprised – for a man who pretty much makes a living out of being sneaky and stealthy, he doesn’t half know how to make a racket (and then some) when he wants to. What you are more surprised to find is that, from where his voice is, he’s sat on the floor in front of you with his face up close to your shirt – more specifically, to your stomach.

“… And she’s stubborn; don’t ever try to get in her way. I’ve known her forever, and I’ve only actively disagreed with her once or twice. She’s clever, too. Probably too much for her own good. And beautiful – hopefully you’ll look a lot like her, but not too much, because then you’ll be charming the living shit out of everything in a five mile radius from the minute you’re born and none of us will stand a chance.”

He’s speaking in a low, soft tone that is difficult for even you to pick up at this point, but what you do feel is his hand lightly ghosting over your stomach – at first, you thought it was a bit odd, the way he’d like to randomly feel you up, but it eventually became more endearing than anything else.

“Another thing you’ve gotta watch out for with your mom is that she’s funny. Too funny, sometimes, like when we’re in a life or death situation and she comes out with a comment and man, does it piss off whoever – or whatever – we’re hunting and it distracts us all but it just makes the whole thing more bearable. But you’ll never know any of that, anyway, if we get our way. You deserve better, and I’ll be damned if that’s not what you’re going to get. Then again, I’m probably damned anyway.”  

He sighs softly, and after a moment, you feel his nose up against your skin.

“God, kid, I hope I don’t screw you up. I hope you get the childhood I couldn’t. I’d never be able to live with myself if you were scared for one minute of it.” He’s choked up, you realise, your heart skipping a beat and stomach lurching, “Kid, you are so, so loved. Whether your mom is pissed off at me or not; whether you know it or not, you two are the best thing that ever happened to me, and I promise you, you’re not going to forget that. And neither am I.”

There’s a long moment, and he takes a deep breath, obviously trying to collect himself – you’ve heard him speaking to the bump before, of course. He’s played music to it, cranking the volume up in the Impala as soon as he’d read in one of those books that the baby had hearing organs (‘Have to get their tastes refined early, Y/N. I refuse to have a child who can’t appreciate a bit of rock.’) and belting out lyrics even when it was just the two of you – but never like this. Never with that… vulnerability; never with that kind of feeling.

You prise one eye open, watching him for a few moments, “You really just can’t let me be mad at you for more than three and a half minutes, can you?”

His head snaps up and his eyes widen as he realises that you’re awake, and have been the whole time – his eyes are still shining and slightly glazed, but he plays it off by clearing his throat and giving you a small smile.

“So you’re not mad at me anymore? I can’t keep up.” He says softly, searching for your hand, and, once he finds it, he twines his fingers with yours sweetly.

“I was never mad at you. Well… not once the damage had been done.” You concede with a smile, slowly pushing yourself into a sitting position so he can come and sit beside you, one arm around your shoulders and the other hand still laced with yours.

“I’m sorry about the cookie. I’ll go and find more, Sam and I were thinking about-“

“It’s not about the damn cookie, Dean. Not even a little.” You interrupt, pulling your hand from his to hold his palm to your stomach, “I… was being dumb. And stupid. And rude. And it was uncalled for, whether I was being funny and petty over a cookie or not.”

“Is that an apology?” His eyes widen, but a grin spreads over his face as the baby kicks against his hand. You quirk an eyebrow.

“Don’t push your luck. And whether I’m mad or not, you owe me cookies.”

He doesn’t hesitate to nod, leaning down and pressing a soft kiss to your lips, “Anything you want. Everything you want. I don’t care, Y/N. You – both of you – you’re my world now.”

MCU Civil War Fic Recs | Stony Edition

FINALLY i’ve decided to post my first fic rec list. Caught up with my feels after watching CA:CW. THE PAIN, THE ANGST, THE HEARTBREAK </3 Anyway I’ve been reading lots of MCU Post-Civil War fics and I thought it’s time for me to contribute to our lovely fandom. Here are some of my favorites to share with y’all. Don’t be shy, feel free to share any fic recs with me (●♡∀♡) I’d love to read more!

last updated 26/3/2017.

new fics added on top :) will be updated from time to time if there are new recs.

Steve doesn’t think about having sex with Tony Stark. He certainly doesn’t plan for it. It happens anyway.

They fight Thanos—and they’re losing. And before Tony knows what’s happening, he’s standing with Doctor Strange in front of the Eye of Agamotto and gets send back in time. Can he find a way to fix things this time around, or are they doomed to fall apart all over again?

“So was I,” his soulmate would tell him one day, and what it would mean was that they loved him. 

Post-Civil War. A mission at a power plant goes south and the ensuing explosion triggers the denaturation of the serum. In which Steve insists that he’s feeling fine, Natasha gets Tony involved and pieces start being put back together. 

Tony bypasses into the mailbox every time. It drives Steve absolutely nuts. 

Tony can’t even recognize himself nowadays.

Tony misses Steve very badly after the Accords. Some days he deals with it better than other days.(a fic featuring the booty call flip phone, minor kidnappings, and time jumps between chapters because the election has been happening and my brain has been too mush to make a proper plot)

Steve and Tony love each other—that would undoubtedly always be true. However, there might just be things that don’t care for love, that don’t care what it means for the two to take different sides. Things that none of them could’ve foreseen. Things that might just rip everything apart.When the United Nations attempt to put restrictions on the Avengers, Tony has to admit that the pawns had been in place for a long time, he just hadn’t dared to admit it to himself. And now, it is simply a matter of who will move first—and more importantly: in which direction.

Tony struggles with the day-to-day of leading a UN-sanctioned team of superheroes, Steve goes on a listening tour across America, and Natasha would like to remind everyone that (unlike Sam Wilson) she is not a licensed therapist.(55/200) page fancomic

When we do things, we always have a good reason. It’s other people we see as defective.

Learning to look a little harder than that will be a long journey, but it might just be worth the struggle to change.

After the civil war, everyone is left living in the new reality they’ve created — and now they have to figure out if they are willing (and able) to try again at being a real team.

If you think of life and death on a continuum, finding the point where it tips is complicated. It cuts across all political lines and gets to the root of our humanity. It requires faith informed by years of intimacy that you’re doing what’s right for your loved one.

But Tony is just a man. And there’s only so much he can do.

(Or that time when Tony does what is necessary to survive just so that he can continue to fix things and makes extremely rash decisions; because even if Steve may have left him behind, doesn’t mean Tony would do the same. Kind of.)

Everything seems to be in working order; except one day, after hoping and hoping for a chance to set things right, to prove what he had meant in his letter, that he’d be there for Tony when Tony needs him, Steve is given the opportunity to. It just isn’t what he had expected it to be. Not by a long damn shot. Sequel to Rebirth.

Strangely, or not so strangely, Steve is the one to call first.“Tony,” is all he says, low and throaty and oh so raspy.Tony says nothing. Not because he has nothing to say, but because he has too much. And maybe, for once, Steve should be the one talking.

After the Civli War, the Avengers were back together.

How is everything going, Tony? Pepper had asked in her email.
It’s fine (Tony had written back). I’m fighting with Steve all the time. Everything is going to hell. I’m okay (you know I’m always okay).

(Or: How Tony and Steve learned to be a bit gentler with each other)

It’s a mistake destroying Steve’s gesture of goodwill, Tony thinks, even as he takes an unholy amount of glee smashing that stupid phone to bits down in his lab and DUM-E waits eagerly with a fire extinguisher for the last of the letter to burn down. But it’s a mistake Tony is happy to make.

How to say ‘wish you were here’ without actually saying so, as done by Captain Steve Rogers.

One moment they’re fighting, yelling scathing insults and ugly accusations at each other, and the next they’re kissing, all teeth and anger-fuelled desperation. Steve backs him up until Tony’s shoulders hit the closest wall, and hoists him up, giving Tony no choice but to wrap his legs around Steve’s waist for support. Tony bites Steve’s bottom lip, hard enough to draw blood, and Steve growls, and grips both of Tony’s wrists in one big hand, his hold bruisingly tight.

‘Dear baby,’ he thought hysterically while dodging an arrow, ‘One day your daddy and I fought and almost blew up an airport. I hope you’re better at communication than we are.’

Tony blinked up at the face staring down at him. This was impossible. This was definitely 100% not possible, he had not just started giving a good morning handy to -


After the events of Civil War, Tony and Steve wake up in bed next to each other in an alternate universe. It goes about as well as you’d expect it to.

Before Afghanistan, before New York, and long before Siberia, Tony was given the gift of Peggy Carter as his godmother.It was maybe one of the best gifts he ever received, one that kept on giving even forty years later. Because even when the Avengers are scattered, the team and his trust torn apart, there’s still one thing Tony has that no one, not Steve, not Ross, not Stane, had ever managed to take from him.A family.In the aftermath of the Civil War, Tony will need them more than ever if he’s to pick up the broken pieces of himself again. And save the world. Of course.

It was the first time they’d seen each other since Siberia. It was probably one of the worst possible ways to have an unscheduled reunion. It was also about to get worse. A lot worse. 

 Steve writes letters to Tony that he never sends. By the time he hands them to their rightful owner, Tony has had a brush with death, has retired as a superhero, and now has a small town workshop of his very own. But it’s okay, Steve has gone into retirement too.

An alternate universe where Steve wins the Civil War.

It doesn’t go well for Tony.

A deep emotional state of nostalgic or profound melancholic longing for an absent something or someone that one loves. Moreover, it often carries a repressed knowledge that the object of longing might never return.

Steve and Tony before, during, and after.

“But as a guy who’s never been good at anything but killing- lemme tell you this. Wars can come to us, and we can fight to end them.”

“But nothing’s ever worth starting one. Nothing at all.”

As the dust of Civil War starts to settle- Steve begins to see a couple of things.

“Humans are machines. Fascinating ones, but fatally flawed- because we feel too much. We try our hardest to be objective; but whenever two sides are too close, we ‘follow our heart’, which means fall prey to whatever our emotions think best and fuck all that logic might have had to say about it.”

Sequel to ‘And In The Silence That Follows’. Three months after the 'truce’, AIM is on the move again, and Norman Osborn seems increasingly determined to seize power in the void that the Avengers left behind. Logic dictates that Tony should cooperate with the runaway superheroes, led by one Steve Rogers to get ahead of the situation. Too bad his trust issues don’t agree with him. Too bad humans aren’t actually machines who can turn emotions off at the flick of a butto-Oh. Hello Extremis.

Steve splays his fingers on Tony’s chest, over his heart, and Tony whimpers. “You should take better care of that, Tony,” Steve says, digging his fingers in briefly.

Tony closes his eyes. “Don’t.”

Steve laughs, and it’s cold. He trails his fingers lower. “I could hurt you,” he says, almost conversationally. “I’m a criminal now, remember.”

“He hid some things from me,” Tony says, then shrugs. “It’s fine. I hid some things from him, too. Don’t you know this story?”

616 Steve meets MCU Tony.

“You were supposed to say thank you,” Tony said after a moment, covering his eyes with his forearm. It wasn’t as if Steve could see him. “It’s only polite, you know. Happy birthday, Steve—Thank you, Tony.”

It was raining when Tony exited his car. In front of him was a church.

He wasn’t sure why it always rained nowadays, but it wasn’t like he could do anything about it. Tony knew this weather kind of suited his mood, and his current mental state.

Attending funeral after funeral after you’ve been beaten up by the father of the embryo in your womb in Siberia before he left you in the cold, was beyond hard and painful. Tony had cried himself to sleep more than once. However, he couldn’t let anybody know, except Vision who had figured it out by himself.

“I sense a lifeform in you,” the android had mentioned to him once. “Is it… Steve’s?”

Tony remembered breaking down in front of him, after that Vision never mentioned the relationship between Steve and the lifeform in Tony’s womb again. He felt guilty, yet grateful. It had been barely a week after the incident in Siberia. Tony wasn’t ready for something that would remind him of that event, and he doubted he would ever be.

Steve never lets go of the phone. Sam thinks that it’s time for him to use it.

The written letter and cellphone never made it to Tony.

Tony never made it home.

Everything about them happened in seconds. Their first meeting was quick, with Tony landing next to the Captain, each man giving a curt nod and name in greeting. Their argument on the hellicarrier took mere seconds to escalate. Until Steve was goading Tony into putting on the suit and going a few rounds and Tony not so subtly reminding Steve that he wasn’t afraid to hit an old man.
It was only seconds of staring at Tony on that New York City Street, his arc reactor dark, no rise and fall of his chest, for Steve to know that inside the tin can, was a good man.
Then Ultron happened, and it took seconds for their world to change, seconds for Steve to throw his shield at Tony and for the billionaire to send a repulsor blast back. They went from laughing and relaxing to standing on an edge thousands of feet above solid ground.
And now…now everything’s changed. And all it took was a combination of seconds; of decisions made, actions performed and words spoken that they couldn’t get back.
Just a few ticks of the clock for their world to shatter.

It took two months and fourteen days.Well, two months and sixteen days if you wanted to be nitpicky and count the two days it had taken Tony to actually accept that yes, the phone was still lying on his desk, and no, it wouldn’t magically disappear just because he wished it so.The phone, and beneath it, that goddamn letter. If you need me, I’ll be there.

After the hell that was Ultron and the Sokovia Accords, Tony doesn’t blame the team for wanting nothing to do with him. To make up for past mistakes, Tony disappears into his lab and focuses on using his money and brains to provide the Avengers with more fancy tech than they’ll ever need. By doing this, he also doesn’t have to worry about Steve’s grim frown, Bucky’s hateful gaze, or everyone else’s cold annoyance.For six long months, this formula worked, but then fate decided to be a Loki-like dick and Tony wasn’t sure how it happened, but in the span of one week, he’d somehow acquired a kid.

He’s sitting there on the carpeted floor with blood dripping down the back of his head, holding the battered red notebook with trembling hands. He looks up from the page and tries to blink away the scribbled words that won’t seem to disappear from his eyesight. He can’t breathe, can’t get his throat to work properly because it feels like he’s being strangled by the sheer truth of what he realizes now.

They knew. Oh god, they knew.

When Tony discovers a devastating secret, it will threaten to tear apart everything they hold dear.

Steve is going to realise in the worst possible way what happens when you let pride, rage and fear cloud your judgment. What happens when you don’t listen.

“And you think you could take me, do you, Stark?”“I’d give it a good fucking try. I’d like to shove you into the nearest wall and wrap my hands around your damn neck.”“Oh yeah? And then what?”Post-CACW, a series of phone calls between Tony and Steve. 

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Coffee taste (m)

Characters: Min Yoongi & You

Genre: fluff, smut (just a prolonged foreplay though)

Summary:  As in what happens when you disturb your boyfriend late at night in his studio uninvited and try to lure him home.

Warnings: mild dirty talk and light sexual content

Words: 2963

I blame my late night conversation with @taetaeby about sweets, coffee and Yoongi.

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anonymous asked:

May I request da2 companions (including romance) Reacting to Tranquil Hawke

(Going with a Hawke who was made tranquil rather than one who always was)

Varric: At first he refuses to believe it. Hawke was all fire and personality and life. This shell of his friend cannot be the Hawke he has come to care for, and the sight of them makes him physically ill. After a time he retreats to the Hanged Man and devotes a good deal of his fortune to rumors of a cure as well as whatever whoever is caring for Hawke might need. Meredith becomes public enemy number one in his mind, and the dwarf who took no side is suddenly very firmly entrenched against the Templars.

Merrill: She weeps, day and night, over her friend. Hawke is the last person who deserved such a fate, and she does everything she can to render the rite useless. Eventually though it proves immune to even blood magic, and the heartbroken mage can only go forward and do whatever she can to make her friend comfortable. Romanced: It is the closest she ever comes to being possessed, despair and rage demons lurking at the edges of her mind in that first moment that Hawke is returned to her. If there is nothing to be done she may very well return at last to her people, rather than facing a lifetime without the person that she loved.

Anders: Justice shrieks within him, but Anders can only sway in sudden shock. Another friend taken, another life ruined. He has been too passive in his ambition to stop the Templar cruelty and now Hawke has paid the price. He will do what he can to keep the other mage –former mage- comfortable and safe, and then steps up his plan to destroy the ones who did this. Romanced: Not again. He cannot face the loss of another lover again, and yet the sunburst mark does not go away. He is not alone in this fight as he was with Karl, and the other companions will likely not allow him to kill Hawke out of mercy. But Anders cannot endue the sight anymore, and will leave his love to their other friends to enact his revenge.

Fenris: Mages are dangerous, it’s true, but Hawke never deserved this. His friend has always been there when the former slave needed them, and Fenris can hardly abandon them now. He works closely with whomever steps up to take charge of the former mage and is far less trustful on Templars than he was. Romanced: It takes every ounce of self control he has not to rain death down on the Gallows. For the first time he is willing to listen to Anders, albiet grudgingly, for the healer may be an abomination but the ones who did this are truly evil. And he will not rest until his lover has the same revenge that they helped him find. Even if if means nothing to them now.

Isabela: She drinks. She drinks a lot, and then she spends hours listening to every bit of gossip that comes through the tavern. But Tranquility isn’t high on sailors lists of conversational topics and she doesn’t learn much. After much discussion with the whole group she will offer the ship as a safe haven, but is silently grateful if they turn it down. She leaves Kirkwall not long after. Romanced: Templars who come out to the dock rarely come back. The Pirate Queen is not known for her forgiveness, and there are cut throats in Kirkwall enough to present a threat even to Meredith’s crazed reign. She will eventually take her lover away from the city, even if they do not have an opinion on the change, and begin a search for the cure.

Aveline: She blames herself. Hawke has always been there for her, from the beginning of their friendship, and when they needed her most she could not help. She has nightmares about them, as she has for years about Wesley, and the schism that opens between the guards and the Templars is sudden

and deep. Romanced: If Cullen does come to try to relieve her of her duties later the Inquisition will have advisors in the future—she will kill on sight, the only vengeance she can get for what paramounts as murder of her love. She will probably put aside her differences after that and take Isabela’s offer of ship side sanctuary for herself and Hawke and seek out a cure.

Sebastian: It shakes his faith a little, for Hawke was never a danger. The prince will offer Starkhaven as a possible home for Hawke and any who wants to join them, and will pressure the Chantry for both justice and any word of a cure. Romanced: His faith is shattered, and he makes it well known. Starkhaven will once again march on Kirkwall after the Chantry falls, but his grief for those lost is much less pronounced. While he still does not approve of the method he is less likely to demand Anders’ death, and he will interrogate the mage about Karl’s brief cure in an attempt t understand how to move forward.

Carver: If he is a Templar he hates himself. All those years wasted in petty squabbles with his sibling, and now they are gone. There is no shadow to either be hidden or hide in, for his sibling is now little more than a ghost. More than that their friends- his friends- look at him with no little suspicion, and while he plays the role of a loyal Templar ever spare moment he has is spent looking for a cure. If he is a Warden he still blames himself, and uses very contact he has to try and learn the secrets of the rite.

Bethany: It’s her worst nightmare made manifest, and she can only grieve for her sibling. There is so little to do except care for them as she can, and she will get them out of Kirkwall at the first opportunity.

–Mod Fereldone

anonymous asked:

How do you think the chocobros would react if their s/o was being flirted with by a complete stranger, yet they were 100% oblivious to it? Just a thought 😄

I don’t know why, but I’m such a sucker for jealousy.

I know, I know… it’s not healthy, it’s not always a sign of a good relationship, and it can be totally destructive and dangerous -

But come on, how can you not love the fact that seeing somebody else with the person you love sparks a little flame ablaze inside of you?

It’s a sign you care 😌

Song: “Feels Like We Only Go Backwards” by Tame Impala

Noctis would experience a slight bit of triggering at the sight of his s/o being flirted with. I mean, I wouldn’t say he’s possessive exactly… but he’s possesive? It’s simply the fact that he holds the few people he’s close to very dear to his heart, willing to sacrifice anything and everything for them, therefore the fear that somebody would compromise that is always present in the pit of his stomach. He is ready on a dime to go to lengths to protect his loved ones. Given this, when he realizes the one way flirting situation he’ll most likely step in and unintentionally say something awkward and obvious to paint the stranger a clear picture, perhaps along the embarassing lines of “your boyfriend is back to save the day” while sliding beside them, a tight lipped grin upon his face as he glares at the stranger. Seeing the person grow uncomfortable and leave, his s/o would erupt into laughter and shake their head, because the fact that Noctis could flawlessly and elegantly take down a physical opponent with one swoop of his sword, but couldn’t do the same in conversation without sounding like a dork was nothing less than hilarious.

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{Reaction} Mafia!EXO finding you’ve been harassed by their rival gang.

Are you still taking requests? if you are could you please do a mafia exo reacting to their gf crying because some guys were harassing her and the guys are from their rival gang. love your work and thank you.

Note: I changed your request slightly because, eh, I don’t really want to write about harassment (sexual harassment especially), so this was the next best thing that I could do. I hope you enjoy it anyway and I’m sorry it’s not what you wanted exactly.

Disclaimer: I don’t own the gifs/images used.

Park Chanyeol

Originally posted by porkdo-bi

Chanyeol seethed as you walked in the house, a cut cheek that bled down your face. He demanded to know who’d done this to you, even though you were in the mafia yourself and were more than capable of looking after yourself (how else do you think you got away alive from EXO-M?) but Chanyeol wasn’t prepared to forgive and forget quite so easily.

{y/n}: “It was that asshole Chen, he didn’t do much, I got away before he could call his boyfriend, Minseok to help him.” *shaking your head as you pulled off your jacket to treat a wound on your arm.*

Chanyeol: “Aish! I’m going to kill that son of a bitch!”

Do Kyungsoo/ D.O

Originally posted by dazzlingkai

Kyungsoo saw red as soon as you told him that Kris had harassed you. He knew you could take care of yourself, you were as skilled as he was when it came to mafia skill sets, but it still shook him that you had barely been killed. He clenched his fist, his anger not leaving for as long as Kris had one over him.

{y/n}: “You’re surely not going after him- jagi, I sorted it, don’t worry”

Kyungsoo: “I’ll be back later, alright?”

Byun Baekhyun 

Originally posted by xehun

Baekhyun’s first instinct was to pull you into his arms. You’s staggered through the front door, bleeding from various wounds on your body, looking as pale as a sheet as you tripped into his arms. You were shaking like a leaf. It scared him how torn up you were, physically and emotionally, because you were the strongest willed person he knew, and possibly the most skilled. It was when you stated crying that he decided he needed to act.

Baekhyun: “It’s okay jagi, it’s over now, you’re safe~” *appears calm, but will be visiting Luhan a little later to vent.*

Oh Sehun

Originally posted by angel-in-slow-motion

Sehun had been passing through the alleyway when he was sure he could hear your voice. Unable to leave without inspecting, he carefully peeked around the bend to see Minseok pushing you up against the wall, smirking at you sadistically. You had a cut over your eyebrow and one sliced down your cheek that was bleeding down to your clothes. You struggled against him, and Sehun was unable to watch the scene any longer.

Minseok: “Maybe I should cut you up, I told Yifan I’d make a good show of killing you when I caught you. Maybe I should send your heart back to your boyfriend-”

Sehun: *knocks Minseok clean off his feet - a vengeful look in his eye* “Do you have a death wish? How dare you touch her”

Zhang Yixing/ Lay

Originally posted by baekhyuntella

Yixing cradled you in his arms, whispering sweet nothings in your ears as you claimed your emotions, trying to stop the tears from falling. You’d had a run in with Kai of EXO K, and clearly it hadn’t been a nice how-do-you-do. Yixing, though seemingly calm, was already running through plans to meet Kai later in his head.

Lay: “Don’t worry baby, he won’t be giving you any trouble anytime soon again.”

Kim Jongdae/ Chen 

Originally posted by dazzlingkai

It was so typical of Baekhyun to go after you. Baekhyun had the idea in his head that because you were short, a female and in love with Jongdae, that you’d be some kind of weakling. Of course, this isn’t the case in the slightest. Jongdae grinned at you proudly as you told him that you’d given Baekhyun a ticket to hospital after trying to jump out and attack you suddenly in a quiet alleyway.

Jongdae; “That’s my girl.”

Kim Minseok/ Xiumin 

Originally posted by jonginssoo

It had been a shock to Minseok when you told him that EXO K’s leader, Suho had gone after you. Minseok never suspected Suho could be so bold, especially when he was one of the most wanted men in South Korea (and the rest of the world), but he kept his cool, and couldn’t stop himself from doing something even bolder when he saw your body which was practically beaten black and blue.

Minseok: “Touch her again, and you won’t wake up to tell the tale.”

Huang Zitao/ Tao 

Originally posted by lil-duckling

Tao laughed, not because he found it funny, because he was just so in shock. He held you in his arms, holding you tightly as the suddenness hits him how close he was to losing you if you hadn’t been able to escape. After you got in the shower to clean up, he left the house, entering EXO K’s base bravely (or stupidly) and grabbed the maknae of the gang by the scruff of his neck when he was caught in a room alone.

Tao: “If you want to keep living, then I suggest you leave her alone.” *would probably take his actions further if Sehun proceeded to piss him off enough*

Kim Junmyeon/ Suho

Originally posted by dazzlingkai

Suho scoffed as he turned a corner, crossing his arms as he saw Yixing trying his best to interrogate you. He was asking for Suho’s whereabouts, and you, sarcastically, were dismissing him. You were slightly beaten, clearly a target for Yixing’s frustrations, but with each growing second, Yixing was becoming more and more pissed.

Junmyeon: “Looking for me, by any chance? You went after my jagi all for that, maybe I should be flattered for your desperation to see me.”

{y/n}: “The hell are you doing here? Get out of here-”

Yixing: “Aish, shut up, girl-”

Junmyeon: *Punches Yixing* “Aish, no one tells her to shut up. Do you have a death wish?” *far too chill for his own good*


Originally posted by meiren-menglu

Luhan would be shocked that EXO- K would actually target you. He knew they’d been threatening for a while, but never seemed to take it any further. Just as Luhan thought you were finally safe, you stumbled home with a black eye and a blooded face, looking tearful as you collapsed into his arms numbly.

Luhan: “I’m going to kill whoever did this to you.”

Kim Jongin 

Originally posted by katherine8595

It seems Jongin is slightly more cautious when it comes to the other mafia group. He knows his place, and even when you come home with tears falling like waterfalls he doesn’t act straight away recklessly like some of the others. He finds out that Tao had done this to you, and then asked his other members to help him get revenge - it wasn’t hard to persuade them to help.

Kai: “No one hurts you and gets away with it.”

Wu Yifan/ Kris 

Originally posted by dazzlingkai

Yifan is smart, and knows better than to go after Do Kyungsoo alone. He waits until he has had a meeting with his M members and figures a strategy out, hoping to take down some other members during their little visit to the other base, he plans to take on Kyungsoo (with the help of the others watching over him in case things get dirty).

Kris: “Don’t worry Baobei, you’re safe now.”

The White Queen (ch5)

olicity || ao3 || mature || angst || 8743 || more fics

summary: How do you break a man that is already so very broken? You break the love of his life, of course. (prompt by @chlodeckers)
chapter word count: 2864
chapters: 5/?
a/n: straight up i got so sad writing this lmao, but it’s cool. i’m fine.

warning: suicidal thoughts

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Oliver stared at the ceiling as he lay in a hospital bed. Every part of his body hurt, but he didn’t really care about the outward wounds. His heart hurt the most. The depression radiated through his chest. It ached in the most painful way. He didn’t feel like he even deserved to be in that hospital bed, but he didn’t have much of a choice. When Felicity lost consciousness, he got them to the closest hospital. Walking into an ER looking the way he did, meant that he wasn’t able to simply leave her and run off.

He didn’t deserve to be patched up and cared for, which is why he turned down any kind of pain killer. Didn’t deserve to be in the same room as Felicity right now. He was a monster and now she knew. She’d seen him during the dark days and brought so much light into his life. But there was no way for her to know the extent of his darkness. How deeply it ran through him. As much as he wanted to pretend the monster inside was some separate being, it wasn’t. He was the monster and the monster was him.

Oliver should have done what he planned to months ago. Cut everyone off. They wanted to be there for him after he killed Billy, but he wasn’t worthy of their love or their help.

Beside him, Felicity started to stir. Her heart monitor beeped faster.

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Us Against the World

A/N: Wow, one more chapter and this story will be done!! Once Spiderman Homecoming comes out, this story will be redone to fit into movie canon, so keep an eye out for that! In the meantime, feel free to send in more requests about Peter Parker!! I just love that boy and I wish he existed so that I could shower him with love and affection

Part 1, Part 3

Taglist: @x-wing-starwriter, @tomsleftbrow

(Y/n)?” Your name is accompanied by your being shaken like a rag doll. (Y/n)!”

Your eyes fly open, and the shaking stops. Peter’s staring at you, his face pure fear and drained of color, but he looks so, so relieved to see that you’ve woken up. You don’t remember passing out; all you remember is sinking, exhausted, onto a stone bench to catch your breath, keeping a careful eye on the ferry that Tony Stark was pushing to shore.

Either Peter had rushed to find you after Tony Stark had swooped in to save the day – no, you think groggily, looking up at the dark sky, he’d probably gone home first – or Ned Leeds had ratted you out. You know where Ned lives, and you swear you’re going to hunt him down and kill him tomorrow.

With a growl, you try to get your legs under you, but they refuse to cooperate. So it looks like you’re stuck here with Peter. You settle yourself back onto the bench with an exasperated sigh.

At his gasp, your hand flies to your nose, wiping away the wet warmth that trickles out from your nostrils. Peter passes you a white handkerchief, starched and neatly pressed, which you take and press to your nose, watching the white fabric bleed into red.

“What are you doing here?” You mutter, looking at your bloodied hands, at your Converse, anywhere but at Peter Parker.

“Uh, I was about to ask you the same thing,” Peter says hesitantly, arranging himself awkwardly on the bench. “Weren’t you in –”

“– In jail?” You ask primly, arching an eyebrow.

Peter flinches. Face scrunched up in misery, his eyes stay glued to the grass underfoot. You sure have a way of burning people’s pain into them; which, in your opinion, is more useful than your current skills-set. But you can’t very well tell him that you’ve come back to check up on him, see that he hasn’t killed himself swinging off buildings. No, you have too much pride for that.

Much to your relief, Peter does not press you for details – nor does he whip out his phone to call the police.

“I came back for a little bit,” You say instead. “Why are you here?”

“I heard you,” He admits quietly. “I heard your voice. When I was on the ferry. You were screaming my name.” He slides a wary glance over in your direction, probably wondering if you’ll blow up again. “You were helping me back there, right? Thanks.”

You’ve thought so hard about what you’d say to him – I didn’t mean to hurt you. I was angry. I thought you betrayed me. You did betray me. I was scared you were going to die. I would have gone back to the Raft if it meant that you could live. But now nothing comes out.

“Not playing hero tonight?” You quip sourly, when the silence becomes unbearable.

His expression crumples. You’ve never seen Peter like this before. Your sunny, optimistic, energetic Peter. Peter who is a force of nature and who always knows what to do. But now, he looks lost. As if his entire world has been ripped out from underneath him.

His emotions push at you, a strong and tangible thing. There’s helplessness. Guilt. The words – “But I’m nothing without the suit!” – looping through his mind, over and over again. An image of Tony Stark, his eyes redlining with anger as he snaps, “What the hell do you think you were doing?”

There’s a loud crack, and you startle, your eyes open wide, back into the park. Your mouth opens and closes soundlessly, surprised to be back in your body. It’s odd to feel the heavy sensation of arms and legs again. A sharp axe buries itself in your skull. Your stomach flips, but you don’t think you’ll vomit. Your bones hurt considerably, but that, too, is a passing feeling.

“Stark took back the suit,” You guess, wiping at the blood pouring out your nose with Peter’s handkerchief, already stained with red poppies.

His pained expression tells you everything. At first, you don’t think Peter’s going to say anything, but then the words rush from his mouth. “He was my hero. I-I wanted to be just like him. I thought – by helping people, I could, even if it was just a little bit.” He shakes his head. “He wanted me to be better than him. But I don’t know how.”

You tip your head up to stare at Cancer twinkling far, far away. This is your first real glimpse of the night sky, away from the city lights of Queens. You’d never thought you’d miss seeing the sky and stars, but now you long to grab every cubic centimetre of the murky blackness and clutch it to your chest.

Willing your voice not to crack, you speak slowly. “You like chocolate fudge cheesecake. You like strawberry milk. You want to pursue a career in photography when you grow up. You’ve smuggled chemicals out of the lab to take back home. You go dumpster diving with Ned on Tuesdays and Sundays. You wish you could give Flash Thompson a good punch so he’ll leave you alone. And you have a massive crush on the uber-popular Liz Allen.”

Hugging your knees to your chest, you rock back and forth on your tailbone. You still can’t quite bring yourself to look at Peter Parker’s pale, moon-glazed features. “You’re not Iron Man 2.0. You’re Peter Parker. You’re Spiderman. It doesn’t matter what you do, or how you change, suit or no suit. No matter what, you’ll always be a hero.”

You peek through a curtain of hair to find Peter staring at you, studying your features as though he’s never seen you clearly until today. You get a feeling in your stomach reminiscent of free fall.

“You’re Peter Parker,” You say again. “You don’t have to aspire to be Tony Stark. As you are now, stopping robbers and saving people from car crashes and fires . . . You’re already being better than him.”

“You really think so?”

“I just said so, didn’t I?”

“Thank you,” Peter says softly, smiling for the first time since you’ve started talking.

Nod. This time, your legs are steady enough to support your weight. Having said your piece, you sling your bag over your shoulders and stand.

“I’m sorry,” Peter blurts out, pinching his lips together.

You stop dead in your tracks, saying nothing, but willing him to continue. The back of your hand smears the beginnings of tears across your eyes. The last thing you need now is a reminder of what the two of you used to have; it’ll only make it that much harder to go.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have let them take you away.” Sorrow deadens his voice. “I should have done something. (Y/n), I know you probably hate me now, and it’s fine if you do, but I just want to you to know that I’m so, so sorry –”

He breaks off with an umph, catching and holding you steady right after you throw yourself into his arms. You crush your face into Peter’s chest, your tears wetting the front of his shirt. It’s a cold night, but Peter’s arms are warm around you as he pulls you closer. His hands are nervous butterflies, moving from your shoulders, to your hips, to your arms, as though he isn’t quite sure where to put them.

“I’m sorry, too,” Your words come in tight bursts, hot tears streaking down your cheeks. “For everything.”

“It’s okay,” Peter whispers, pressing his cheek to the top of your head. “It’s okay. You didn’t do anything wrong.”

You can only sob harder into his shirt.

You’re the One That I Want

So this is my first fic request from @2jaekisses with the prompt “cop!youngjae and badboy!jaebum”! I’ve never done a fic request before so I was really nervous about this and I don’t know if you wanted it this angsty but it gets fluffy and flirty at the end I promise! 

Rated: T
Progress: Completed/One-Shot
Pairing: 2jae
Word Count: 10,283
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Description:  What started off as a routine call for small town cop Choi Youngjae turned out to be anything but when he met a foul-mouthed, bad-tempered man named Im Jaebum.

Important Author’s Note: There is some implied homophobia from an OC who isn’t actually in the story. However, a conversation will take place where one homophobic slur is mentioned. I just wanted to mention this ahead of time.

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skippinginclouds  asked:

when you have time, would you ever be willing to talk about how you think ronan and renee each view religion? like what it means for them/what they get out of it/why they choose to follow it when so many other people (esp their age) don't seem to?

you betcha babe, I’m gonna give a little of my experience for ref, if that’s okay?

There are only three things that lodge in my mind about the ten years of my life I spent going to church every Sunday:

1. I got to dress up, Sunday best, pinched cheeks as my accessory. If I was lucky they’d let me and one of my brothers carry the candle and bible to the front, and I’d have a staring contest with the flame while we trailed after the choir procession. Everyone watched, endeared by the children symbolically carrying protestantism in their chubby hands. I liked that church was gaudy. I liked that there was a script, and that I got to sing and shake hands with strangers.

2. If there’s a God, I thought he belonged to me. He was the helpline that was always open. Religion was offered up to me like a wish-granting factory. Believing in something is hard work, and it kept me entertained, for a while. If I was in trouble, or if I really, really wanted something, I dialled God’s number. I had private fights with God. I wished on him and hated him and forgot him.

3. My brother and I used to sneak off and explore the church before service started. I vividly remember sneaking through the supply cupboard down what we thought were “secret” stairs. My brother is older, and I would’ve followed him even if he lead me straight past the floorboards of the musty church to hell. We found something new every week. It’s amazing what can feel like an endless gothic castle when you’re seven. Sometimes I think of my brother as he was then, clever and funny and absolutely everything I wanted to be, and I ache to be in the quiet of the church basement, asking him about the dusty props in the corner, spinning in my pretty red dress for the wall to wall mirrors, happily lied to about the secrets and magic and God all around us.

I think Renee sits somewhere around a more dedicated number two, and Ronan is a 1-2-3 — heavy on the three.

Renee wants to keep her hands busy. She tried carving herself a new future and it turned out to be a double-sided knife, slicing her hands in the process. God is more than a second chance for her, he is something to constantly, relentlessly pursue. When Renee says she’s trying very hard to be a good person, she means it. Believing in God is a struggle for her. The world is cruel (or like. the people in it, Neil, okay, same diff), and scrubbing the blood away so she can look God in the face is almost impossible when it keeps welling up (taking her friends, throwing her prayers away).

Renee needs that prayerful helpline on speed-dial. She needs the hard work or she might fade away. Religion is her new talisman, the handle of a new, sturdy weapon, and she keeps it as her defence, something to learn and use and put away when she needs to.

She’s not casually religious, she’s putting all her money on God. Christianity is really and truly all she had before she met the foxes.

It’s gruelling, being a “bad person” and believing in God, trying to understand A) what you are, B) why you’ve been made only to be treated so poorly, C) How you’re supposed to lever your burden up and keep believing, how to make amends

—which is where Ronan comes in. 

please God what am I, tell me what I am

Sometimes I think Renee and Ronan would respect each other too much to be friends.

Ronan is in a self-loathing depression a mile wide when we meet him, and he sees himself as a bad person trying to be a bad person (until the day that he fights some demons, gets some help, digs himself free, and actively tries to be good)

His life is a shitshow of loss and longing, and he’s absolutely ravenous for answers. He doesn’t even doubt God, he just wants to brawl with him for a while there, call the bastard down and piss in his cornflakes, you know

Religion isn’t hard for Ronan. It’s the number 1 I mentioned before, something he can perfect and impress with. I bet he even liked how good he looked in his crisp shirt before everything went down, unbuttoned at the collar like his father’s. He likes an honest, unrepentant performance.

I bet he was determined to believe in God that little bit more than everyone else, memorize the bible verses (he likes learning niall’s languages, and those were largely latin, holy, or slurred and drunk)

He also called passages out like his father did for being “rubbish” whenever things got too close to condemning their magic, their Otherness. He’s a selective Catholic in a lot of ways, hand-picking the good stuff because he knows that religion belongs to him, that it’s exactly what he makes it.

His dad taught him that what was in his head was the only real thing other than God. Ronan negotiates the two. When he’s brave enough, and okay enough, he pins his sexuality to God’s forehead and dares him to have a problem with it.

Renee goes to church to think, and so does Ronan. When everything gets a bit much, and gore fills their heads up, the church is their sanctuary.

Where it’s a puzzle for Renee though, it’s easy for Ronan. Old hat. He walks into the church and he feels the incense and dust fold around him like his mother’s dreamy embrace. He asks questions to the empty pews like he’s talking to his dead father. Renee walks in feeling unworthy, feeling too big for the vaulted ceilings, and she gropes for God’s hand in the dark. (The first time she prays and she feels like she’s being heard, she cries. She goes home to her new mother and cries some more, her past in tatters, her future tasting of sacramental wine.)

More than anything though, Ronan is lost in number 3′s nostalgia

As you may have gathered, Catholicism IS Ronan’s father, wow, nifty,

He goes to church for the comfort and the sting, just like visiting Niall’s grave. His religion is a relic from his childhood, when they were so arrogant about how their lives would play out.

I’ll bet you anything that Ronan walks into church, breathes in, and tastes his first swig of alcohol under his father’s watchful eye, not flinching because he wouldn’t. He sees Declan-Ronan-Matthew, heads bowed over abridged Sunday school bibles, Matthew pleasantly not following along, Declan pointing out the bad illustrations so that Ronan snorts. His mother smiling placidly and combing her hand through his hair until he focuses enough to sing hymns with the rest of the crowd. His father boasted the largest voice in the room. Declan was embarrassed. Matthew and Aurora delighted. Ronan’s mouth curled like dead leaves because his father could make a scene like no one else.

Ronan’s relationship with God can’t be snipped because it was cast in iron, welded in place by Niall Lynch when he burnt his way out of Ronan’s atmosphere. 

Renee’s faith can’t be stomped out because she’s shielding it with absolutely everything she has. (Andrew understands her faith because he gets what it’s like to protect your hope even if parts of you have to die.)

End of the day, foxes or ravens, their friends aren’t religious for a lot of reasons — not raised with it, hurts too much, they need proof, etc, etc

but they all understand the way it sits with Renee/Ronan

they know that religion is a pattern that holds them together, a someone when there’s absolutely no one, a lil flickering reminder of the things they’ve lost & hurt for

I think I lost my religious inclinations because I wasn’t willing to fight for it tbh

but man Ronan and Renee are nothing if not fighters

felix culpa, prologue.

Originally posted by https-km

summary: you should always be suspicious when a professional assassin freely gives herself in.
pairing: namjoon x reader
word count: 1k
content: mafia!au

prologue, one

Your smile couldn’t be contained as your eyes wandered your surroundings. Your peaceful steps to wherever the escort’s captain was leading you were accompanied by - at least - a dozen police officers, armed and ready to act if you tried something funny. If only they knew you have already thought of thirty one ways to run away without much damage - another fifty if you were willing to really cause some damage.

For their luck, you were willing to stay.

Because you weren’t there for yourself nor whoever thought that could boss you - at the moment, you finally were your own boss. You were there for him and for him only.

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Jim, Bones

Summary: Bones is discovering in what ways Jim is different after having died, and in what ways he’s still the same.

A/N: This is my first Star Trek fic on here, and I can only hope you’ll like it! Thank you to @heartsalotofstuff for reading it and assuring me I hadn’t just thrown together a bunch of bullshit.

Words: 2 013

Dying, albeit briefly, had changed Jim. Bones could tell. When it came to Jim, Bones could always tell.

It was a painful realization, he had to admit. It had been bad enough to see his best friend lie there, as if frozen, with no pulse to find despite how much Bones tried. It had been bad enough to believe he would live the rest of his life without him. It had all been bad enough. But to think they would come out of this unscathed was wistful thinking.

Jim was different. He wasn’t the only one, of course. They had all changed a little bit. Spock seemed more distant. Scotty more emotional. Uhura became softer. Sulu all but danced around the Captain. Chekov was more quiet than ever, as if unsure of what to say. And Bones? Well, let’s just say that he panicked as soon as the kid was out of his sight. Jim called him overprotective, but Bones didn’t care. He wouldn’t be able to lose him again.

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anonymous asked:

I think the met as teens verse is my favorite thing you've written so far! (And I love all your stuff so that's saying something) can you maybe write how murderous mask would have gone down in that verse?

(You guys are lovely, you know that?)

What’s hilarious is that the first Murderous Mask prompt actually predates the Mag betrayal prompt. When I got that one, I just stared at it in puzzlement for a while– because if Juno’s on Brahma, then literally the entirety of Murderous Mask can’t actually happen– Cecil would be dead and the Mask would still be buried in the desert, and besides, there’s no way Peter would have failed to retrieve the Mask if Juno was there helping him out.

Then I got the request for Mag’s betrayal. And then I got some help from my friend Kya about how to make that all work without breaking character (fun fact: the version I sent you guys is the second one I wrote; the first one just didn’t feel right.) 

And just like that, the pieces are in the right position to make MM work again. Sometimes it just requires a little suffering along the way.

Like any of my episode-based fics, I’m gonna jump around to the scenes that are actually different. There’s no need to make you read through the entire episode. 

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 (The Talk) | Part 4Part 5

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Things I love about the original Star Wars trilogy:

  • I love the beginning. I love that first moment of anticipation in the blue letters of “A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away…” I love the explosion of music and excitement and adrenaline as the opening crawl begins, the immediate sensation that you have flown headfirst into something incredible. I love reading that Princess Leia races home aboard her starship, custodian of the stolen plans that can save her people and restore freedom to the galaxy and that it is a dark time for the rebellion and that Luke Skywalker has returned to his home planet of Tatooine in an attempt to rescue his friend Han Solo from the clutches of the vile gangster Jabba the Hutt

  • I love Luke’s journey. I love how at first glance he’s just an ordinary farm boy who dreams of a bigger destiny but who has to help his aunt and uncle, stuck on a barren planet he fears he’ll never get off of. I love his pain and his devastation when he loses his home even though he always wanted to leave it. I love how he gets caught up in a whirlwind adventure because of the arrival of two droids. I love how he’s brave and true and loyal. I love that a simple farm boy becomes a hero, that he rescues Leia and destroys the Death Star and joins the rebellion. I love how he’d do anything to help his friends, how he leaves Dagobah to save Han and Leia and how he goes to get Han from Tatooine. I love how he always idolized his father, how his jedi training was centered around the desire to follow in Anakin Skywalker’s footsteps, and I love his conflict when he learns the truth. I love that he won’t kill Vader even knowing the evil he’s committed and his determination to save the man he once was. I love that the greater destiny he always wanted comes to a fork in the road, and that he stands at the precipice of two fates: is he doomed by the legacy of his blood, or can he forge his own path? I love that he strays to the very edge of the Dark side, and I love that Luke Skywalker does not fall. I love when he says, “I am a jedi, like my father before me.” I love that the Light in him prevails.

  • I love Leia. I love that she’s a princess AND and a spy AND a rebel soldier. I love her cinnamon bun hair. I love that she stands toe to toe with the most feared man in the galaxy and doesn’t cower. I love that she’s so strong that she can withstand Vader’s torture and that she takes control of her own rescue. I love how she can shoot a blaster and command troops and fly the Falcon. I love that she doesn’t even abandon her post on Hoth when the Empire is on their doorstep and the command center is under fire and she’s supposed to already be on her transport. I love that she’s dedicated to bringing peace to the galaxy. I love that even though she seems tough as nails, she still feels and hurts and fears and cries and that her strength doesn’t come at the price of her humanity. I love that she doesn’t ever stop fighting–not when her ship is captured, not when she’s taken prisoner, not when her planet is destroyed, not when the man she loves is taken, and not when she’s shot on the battlefield. I love that she’s Luke’s sister. I love that it’s her message that brings him into the story. I love that brother and sister separated at birth are drawn together by destiny, and I love that she’s just as nuanced as he is, that their paths and experiences are balanced–that he must cope with the knowledge that the father he idolized is a monster, while she must deal with the revelation that the monster she hated is her father. I love that she is an Organa and a Skywalker. I love when she learns who she is. I love that she has the Force. I love, “That boy is our last hope.” “No, there is another.” I love, “You’re wrong, Leia. You have that power, too.

  • I love that Han is just a smuggler and a rogue who wants nothing to do with the rebellion or the Force or the fight for the galaxy, but he takes a job transporting passengers to Alderaan and gets swept up in the whole mess. I love how he’s not the selfless mercenary that he seems to be. I love how he claims to care about only money, but then he turns around to help the rebels at Yavin. I love that he has a conscience. I love that he can’t help but get attached to the dumb kid he picked up in Mos Eisley and the haughty princess who insulted him the second they met. I love that he volunteers to go out into the freezing conditions on Hoth without a second thought because his friend’s out in it. I love that he gets his clearance to leave but he won’t get out of danger when he knows that stubborn, crazy Leia isn’t safe yet. I love how he’s so smart and daring and can fly through an asteroid field and that he escapes from the Empire by hiding on a Star Destroyer right under the enemy’s nose and drifting off with the trash. I love, “Never tell me the odds.” I love that he doesn’t even think of himself when he’s about to be frozen in carbonite. I love how that smuggler that “ain’t in it for your revolution” becomes a general in the rebellion who would sacrifice his life for his friends. I love that Han doesn’t have the Force. I love that he’s just a regular person with an enormous heart that he pretends not to have who gets through thanks to his cunning and his stubbornness and his courage. I love that he’s a good man.

  • I love that a princess and a scoundrel find true love. I love the way they bicker and fight and drive each other crazy. I love how Han calls Leia ridiculous names like “Your Worship” and “Your Highnessness” and I love how Leia gives it right back to him. I love that neither of them are willing to admit how they feel. I love that they’re both afraid. I love the angst because Han has to leave and Leia doesn’t want to give her heart away to a man who’s going to take off, and I love that Han doesn’t want her to get hurt because of him and the bounty on his head. I love “Do you think a princess and a guy like me…?” I love when they finally kiss on the Millennium Falcon. I love that Han would do anything to protect her. I love that he tells Chewie to take care of her when he knows he’s probably going to die. I love their desperate embrace in front of Vader and Boba Fett and all the stormtroopers. I love that Leia leaves the rebel alliance to go rescue him. I love that Han was willing to step aside for her to be with Luke when he thinks that would make her happy. I love that they’re equals–that they’re both strong and smart and independent. I love that they have each other’s backs in battle. I love that they bring out the best in each other. I love “I love you.” “I know.

  • I love that the Millennium Falcon is the fastest ship in the galaxy. I love how much Han loves it. I love that there’s always something wrong with it and that Han and Chewie are always having to repair something. I love when Luke calls it a piece of junk and I love that Leia is always insulting it and I love that it becomes a part of them just like it’s a part of Han and because Han becomes a part of them. I love when it jumps to lightspeed. I love the cockpit and when they’re all in it. I love the gun turrets and the holochess table and the smuggling compartments and the circuitry bay. I love the blue light of the hyperdrive. I love what the Millennium Falcon represents.

  • I love the medal ceremony on Yavin. I love Luke’s yellow jacket and Han’s confident swagger and the look on Leia’s face when they march down the aisle. I love the music and the feeling of triumph. I love that Threepio and Artoo are there and that our sassy not-so-damsel-in-distress princess is rewarding the farm boy and the smuggler and the Wookiee for their bravery and their victory. I love how all of our heroes are together and how it cements the bond that has been forged between all of them. I love this ending to our first chapter.

  • I love the rebels and their hidden bases and their ragtag fighters. I love Rogue Squadron. I love the call signs. I love X-wings and space battles. I love watching them take down AT-ATs and AT-STs and TIE fighters and Death Stars. I love that the underdogs win. I love the look on Leia’s face when they hear Han and Chewie come back to cover Luke so he can destroy the first Death Star and I love General Rieekan shaking Han’s hand and the corridors of Echo Base and I love Admiral Ackbar saying “It’s a trap!” and that Mon Mothma is the leader of it all.

  • I love Dagobah. I love Luke training with Yoda. I love watching him learn to use the Force. I love seeing his vision in the cave, and the foreshadowing that his face in Vader’s helmet represents–that not only is Vader his father, but that this is what Luke will become if he falls to the Dark Side, as well. I love when Yoda lifts the x-wing out of the swamp. I love “Wars do not make one great” and “Do or do not. There is no try” and “Luminous beings are we.” I love that there’s mist and snakes everywhere. I love Yoda making Luke run around with him on his back. I love levitating Artoo and rocks and one-handed handstands. I love when Luke goes back in Episode VI and learns that he’s done with his training but that he must defeat Vader; confirms that Vader is his father then learns that Leia is his sister. I love how much he’s changed between when he first crash lands in the mud and when he leaves there for the last time. I love the mantle of responsibility that he must take upon his shoulders.

  • I love how Lando was in a tough position and tries to redeem himself by rescuing Han from Jabba’s. I love how Chewie is referred to as “The Mighty Chewbacca.” I love that tiny little Leia is disguised as the bounty hunter who theoretically took the enormous Wookiee down. I love “Someone who loves you,” and how Han reacts to the sound of her voice. I love Chewie running to hug Han in their cell. I love “Together again, huh?” “Wouldn’t miss it.” “How are we doing?” “Same as always.” “That bad, huh?” I love that Leia frees herself and strangles the vile scum who forced her into that degrading outfit and chained her to his throne like an animal or a decoration. I love seeing Luke’s green lightsaber in action for the first time. I love “Don’t forget the droids.” I love the relief.

  • I love the scene in the trash compactor and how all of them keep yelling at each other. I love when Han keeps shouting at Leia to get on top of it. I love when Threepio thinks they’re dying. I love that Han and Leia hug.

  • I love when Leia hears Luke call to her through the Force. I love when she makes Chewie turn the Falcon around to go get him. I love the ending of ESB, and how even in the wake of such turmoil–Han frozen and taken by Boba Fett and Luke losing his hand and his lightsaber and learning that Vader is his father and Leia losing the man she loves–it still leaves you with hope and determination. I love when Luke and Leia watch Lando and Chewie fly off in the Falcon. I love Lando promising her that they’d find Han. I love the final image of the rebel fleet and the crescendo of music and those final chills before the credits roll.

  • I love that the Emperor underestimates love. I love the battle between Luke and Darth Vader. I love that the moment Vader says, “So, you have a twin sister? … If you will not turn to the Dark Side, perhaps she will,” is the moment when Luke unleashes his fury. I love when Luke refuses to kill his father. I love when Vader refuses to let his son die. I love that Luke refused to give up on Anakin, and I love that Anakin Skywalker’s two final requests are to look upon his son with his own eyes and for his daughter to be told that Luke had been right about their father all along–that even after everything he’d done, there had still been good in him. I love that Leia can sense Luke’s survival. I love that Luke build’s his father a funeral pyre. I love the Skywalker legacy.

  • And I love the end. I love the final scene of the trilogy. I love where it leaves us. I love that our heroes have survived. I love that they bled and fought and sacrificed and cried and feared and hoped and that they come through it all. I love that they win despite the odds. I love that even though the war was long and hard and that all that evil and injustice seemed impossible to ever defeat, they do it. I love Luke and Leia hugging–brother and sister who loved each other even before they knew the truth, who’d been brought back together by fate and who together were the hope for the galaxy. I love that they found each other. I love when Han and Luke embrace like brothers, and the look of understanding as they grip arms and look into each other’s faces. I love their friendship–that what started as hiring a pilot in a seedy cantina has become this absolute, binding trust. I love the tenderness on Han’s face as he holds Leia to his chest, and the happiness and devotion on hers as she closes her eyes and smiles. I love that their love endured every conflict. I love that all three of them all got tossed together against their will and found belonging in each other. I love that last shot. I love Luke and Leia and Han and Chewie and Lando and Threepio and Artoo all together, smiling and victorious. I love that they’re family. I love that the story is one where hope can pay off. Where good can overcome evil. Where somewhere in a galaxy far, far away, a band of misfits–planetless princesses and smugglers with Wookiee first mates and starry-eyed youths from the middle of nowhere–can fight against adversity and win. I love the feeling in my chest that last second on Endor, knowing that those characters and what they believed in prevailed. I love Star Wars.

anonymous asked:

16 and 19 with Lucifer (SPN)?

Hey dearie! Yes, absolutely!

Name: Stay away from her.

“Hey hunter,” Lucifer hugs you from behind when you drive in the old garage where you agreed to meet.

“Lucifer!” you turn around, wrapping your hands around his neck. “Hi.”

“Hi,” he gently tucks a lock behind your ear and smiles at you. “Missed me?”

“You bet,” you lean forward, pressing your lips against his. Lucifer grins and kisses you, pulling you closer with one hand.

“I missed you too,” you pull away and look at his face, noticing all the new scars and the tiredness. “Admiring me?”

“Of course… When did you last sleep, Luci?” he shrugs his shoulders, and you lean forward, resting your head next to his neck. “I missed you so much.”

“Well, I am not going anywhere,” he wraps his hands around you and softly kisses you on forehead. His body is warm and soft, and you feel the slight smell of cologne and the slightest something reminding you of blood. Lucifer pulls you even closer, so you feel like he will crush your bones.

“Hey! Man, not that hard,” he momentarily lets go of you, and you regret it. Since you started dating, you learned that Lucifer is much stronger than he thought he is, so often he would crush the table by simply hitting it or (that only happened once) break your hand when you argue. He got so afraid of hurting you after that, it took you a few months to convince him to finally hug you back. “It’s ok. Come here,” you pull him in a hug, and Lucifer carefully puts his hands on your back.

“I am sorry.”

“No need to apologize, hon,” you smile and quickly kiss him. “We’re good.”

“Why are you still here?” he asks finally. “I am the Satan. Your hunter-friends sleeps and dream of killing me. I killed many innocent people. Yet the moment I need you, you just jump in your car and get here…”

“That’s simple, Luci,” you murmur. “I love you. And that does not depend on how many hunters want to kill you. Or how many hunters you killed. Everyone deserves to be loved…. Except for pedophiles, those bastards should be skinned.”

“I love you too, baby,” Lucifer whispers in your ear. Even though you said the “I love you” many times before that, you just can’t help it but get endlessly ha[[y every time he says it. “You are amazing.”

“You’re not that bad yourself, you know,” you note jokingly. “Do you wanna go somewhere and eat?”

“I would love to,” he nods, even though you both know that he does not need food. But he still eats the meals together with you. However, the moment you pull away and start walking towards you car, an old car drives out of the shadow and stops right in front of you. “Hunters…”

“Get the girl!” one of the hunters grabs you (using the fact that you are standing literally in front of him and a few feet away from Lucifer) and puts a knife next to your neck. Another man smiles and turns to Lucifer, feeling pretty good about himself. “Don’t move or your little girlfriend here will bleed her life out.”

“You know that it is not nice to threaten one’s girl to get to him?” Lucifer asks calmly, but you see how his eyes start glowing with red a little.

“Oh, who cares? Now, I want you to put this handcuffs on,” the man hands his heavy metal rings full of signs and smelling like they spent a month in a public toilet.

“Ew. No,” Lucifer pulls away, and the knife momentarily cuts your skin a little, so you gasp, realizing that you are starting to bleed. “Guys, I am being extremely polite, but if this knife moves a centimeter closer to her, I will tear you apart.”

“No, you won’t,” the guy holding you grins, and you feel that he must have lost someone due to Luci’s actions - there is too much hatred in his movement. The guy slowly puts the knife next to the cut and really nonchalantly cuts you again, this time much deeper. More blood flows down your neck. Lucifer freezes and raises his hands. “Good Satan.”

“Y/N,” you hear his voice through the pain. “Y/N, I need you to close your eyes. Right now.”

‘Wow, you will disappear and let us kill her?” one of guys laughs. “What a lovely couple, a traitor and a bastard.”

“If you say one more word about her, I’ll cut your tongue into pieces and feed it to you,” Lucifer hisses. “Y/N, close your eyes. You know that I won’t let them hurt you,” you slowly close your eyes, feeling weak because of the blood that keeps coming out of your body - the cut was definitely in a very bad place. “Good. Now… Don’t open them, darling.”

“Fine,” you whisper, seeing through the closed eyelids how the room fills with light and the guys start yelling from all the pain. Two seconds later, the one holding you finally loosens his grip and falls on the floor. You would have followed him, but Lucifer catches you before your knees touch the floor.

“Sh… Let me,” he covers the deep cut with his palm and heals it, as you open your eyes and try to stand up. “I am sorry he cut you.”

“You killed them?”

“No,” he smiles widely. “I blinded that for a few minutes, so now I will be able to actually pay back.”

“You don’t…” you want say that he does not have to do this, but he corrects you.

“I have to, Y/N. If I just kill them, the lesson won’t be taught. I need everyone to know that hurting you will always come at a price higher than they are willing to pay. It is my responsibility,” you slowly nod. “You feeling ok?” you nod again.

“I’ll just go home and… well. take a shower. You’ll come by when you are done?” you learned long time ago that Lucifer is not afraid of many things, but loosing you is definitely on the list of his fears, so if you ever get threatened, he turns into the killing machine that you can’t stop. Well, it’s because of this machine that demons now do not try to get to you, so you feel grateful.

“I’ll see you in the evening,” he looks at the motionless bodies. “Or at three past midnight, just go to bed, hon. I’ll see you in the morning, ok?” you nod and gently kiss him.

“Don’t go too painful please.”

“Only as painful as they deserve,” Lucifer grins. “Come on, go home!” you jump in the car and drive away, knowing that the second you left the garage, Lucifer started (probably) burning their faces off. 

In the evening, you do fall asleep on your own, but wake up in the middle of the night, as Lucifer lays down next to you and pulls you closer. You want to ask him something, but he shushes you and gently kisses you on forehead.

“Sleep tight, I took care of it.”

“Murderer,” you murmur, wrapping your hands around him, as Lucifer giggles.

“No, just a torturer. Sleep now, no hunter will try to use you again… I am not letting anyone touch you…” you nod and fall asleep again.

Shadowhunters 2x10 - Vic Talks

Okay, I finally get to write this. I think I really need to put down my thoughts. Here we go.

Oh. My. Fucking. God. It was so good, I’m still not over it. I’m especially happy about the positivity in the fandom after the last weeks of tension and dissatisfaction. There were so many aspects that were great and this really showed me why I love the show in the first place. This is what I’m talking ‘bout, guys. This is one of my favorite shows and the best episode of 2A. And here’s why:

Caring. So much fucking caring. The best brought out in our characters.

There’s Clary who was willing to die to save the Downworld. Clary who cares so much about Simon and just wants to know him safe. Her feeling guilty because she could destroy the Downworld and Simon being kidnapped to use as a bait for her. Clary fighting. Clary caring for Jace and wanting to make sure he’s okay. Clary being happy with Simon. Clary being with Luke after he was hurt. Clary being a sweet and supportive friend to Magnus and KNOWING he was worried about Alec without him even saying a word. There are moments when I really don’t like Clary, but this episode showed me that she’s a great main character.

Jace. My poor little Jace. Him being worried about Alec and just wantig to get to him as quickly as possible. Him and Luke talking, Jace being understanding to Luke’s pain about losing his parabatai, Jace wanting to protect Luke from Maia. Jace giving Simon his blood and even shedding a tear and turning him into a Daylighter. Jace and Simon talking and budding around. Jace being ready to die because he believes it could destroy the sword and save the Downworld - fuck you Valentine. Jace feeling so, so guilty for having caused all those deaths and feeling guilty about causing his parabatai pain. Jace fighting Valentine but sparing his life. Jace finding out Clary is not his sister but not telling her because he sees her with Simon and he sees that she’s happy with him and he doesn’t want to interfer with their happiness. (But really, which part of Climon is he after? JIMON RISE!)

Simon, by precious son. At first seemingly trying to talk some sense into Valentine and then insulting him - that’s my boy! Simon not wanting to take Jace’s blood. Simon covered in blood but still looking freaking adorable. Him kicking ass. Him and Jace talking and starting anew on a more peaceful level. Him saving Clary and the Downworld by pushing the Big Bad. His grief over the deaths. His freaking reaction when he realizes the sunlight can’t hurt him. Him being worried about Luke but his happiness still can’t be dampened. Him showing Clary he can be in the sunlight and the beautiful laugh when he walks down the stairs. Him and Clary being happy even though I still don’t know what to think of Climon.

Izzy, my queen. At first, I was a little pissed at her when she told Raphael to turn her phone off because she didn’t want to talk to Alec. But her coming to her senses when she realizes that Alec needs her help. Her coming to the rescue - all for Alec (fuck you, Aldertree) - being as badass as before. Her apologizing to Alec while he instantly forgives her. Izzy leaving Raphael because she knows this has to be over and I also believe it’s because Raphael didn’t tell her Alec needed her and she almost lost her big brother thanks to him. Just … Izzy finally starting to step up and being okay again.

Maia being the strong, secure, beautiful love of my life. My poor sweetheart. I hope they’ll fucking treat her better. Her wanting to do the right thing for her pack and wanting to survive. Her being mad at Luke for picking Shadowhunters over their pack, their family but her starting to make amends with Luke and in the end trusting him when he promises that Jace didn’t betray them. Just Maia.

Raphael being canonically ASEXUAL! Fuck yes! It makes me very happy as I’m asexual myself and people try to tell me it doesn’t exist and now there is an ace character on TV! What a time to be alive! Also Raphael trying to make sure his Clan is safe even though I hate him going against Magnus - I’m just blaiming this on his addiction and stuff. I’m so glad he’s alive, I thought he died too. I really wanna know what’ll happen to him in the future and how they’ll redeem the relationship between Magnus and Raphael.

Luke. Luke being the awesome man he is. Luke being concerned for the Downworld but also Clary. Luke’s backstory with Valentine betraying him! Luke knowing he treated Maia wrong (but still doing it!) and then starting to make amends with her. Luke telling her the pack needs her. The bonding between Luke and Maia is looking a little better here! Luke attacking Valentine and getting hurt. Luke being betrayed by Valentine again but being saved! Clary sitting with Luke to make sure he’s okay.

Madzie! The sweetest. Poor sweetheart, I’ll never forgive Valentine for this. This poor child being manipulated into doing things. She’ll be guilt ridden and probably traumatized when she’s older. BUT! Her throwing Alec into the elevator before killing the other Shadowhunters because she doesn’t want to hurt him! I’m so weak. Her trusting Magnus and going with him. I really wanna know what happens to her in the future. I still want Malec to adopt her but I know that probably won’t happen.

Also MELIORN! I was so scared when He was stabbed but he seems to be okay? I hope? I don’t want him to die, he’s awesome.

Valentine is still an asshole. And he’ll be one forever. Just like Aldertree. Even though we got some insight on his tragic past, I still hate him. Because even though he said he fell in love with a Downworlder once, he still put himself above them like he was some superior thing. I’m so happy for Alec calling out his bullshit and proving him wrong - shadowhunters and downworlders together can’t work out my ass! Oh oh and that cameo at the end? Was that Sebastian? I don’t know but I’m excited!

And last but not least - the most important part: Alec, Magnus and Malec. Alec being worried about the Downworld. Alec being a leader and a badass fighter even with a sword. ALEC IN A THIGH HOLSTER! Him being worried about Madzie! Him treating Aldertree like the asshole he is. Alec forgiving Izzy and being glad to see her and HOLDING HER! Magnus being worried about Alec and not caring what happens to himself. Magnus being so sweet with Madzie and making her feel safer through showing her his own warlock mark. Magnus protecting her. This heartbreaking reaction we get from Alec once he realizes the Soul Sword has been activated and his first question being “Where is Magnus?” and that little “oh god” when he realizes his boyfriend could be dead and then he disappears to look for him. Which brings me to something that really broke my heart: the soul sword was activated in the night. Alec left the building when it was daytime. That means he spent all night running through the institute looking for Magnus and probably praying he wouldn’t find his corpse in his stead. He probably never stopped. Then he leaves the institute and looks around, looking for Magnus and you can see the defeat gripping him. He doesn’t know where else to look and the hope his boyfriend could be alive starts to be replaced by the fear of the opposite. Then we hear Magnus run up to him - run! He went through the same fear as Alec. Alec turning around and realizing in this split second that it’s Magnus and that he’s alive and safe. And Alec fucking slams into Magnus and holds onto him so tightly and squishes his face into Magnus’s shoulder. Alec being out of breath and the relief in his voice. Then Magnus talks about Madzie and though Alec is relieved about that too, he quickly makes Magnus understand that he’s the only one that matters to Alec right now. Alec breathlessly telling Magnus he was scared and never felt like this before. Magnus confessing he feels the same. And then of course the “I love you”. I think the conversation with Aldertree and the fear of losing Magnus caused Alec to realize his feelings and made him confess them. Then there’s the surprise on Magnus’s face that broke my heart a little. He can’t believe another person cares about him like that let alone love him because no-one did. But then there’s this Shadowhunter, Alec “Emotions are a distraction” Lightwood confessing his love and of course Magnus feels the same and tells him so. Then the kiss. Alec gripping Magnus’s shoulder so tightly. Magnus’s hand getting caught on Alec’s jacket while the other runs up his arm before resting on his shoulder. The forehead touch and the little nose nudge. It’s right there! Their hair touching! Magnus’s smile and the way his jaw clenches. The second hug. Them gripping each other so tightly and it basically speaks all the words they left unspoken. The moment was so pure and beautiful and Jesus Christ, I’m so fucking weak. Magnus with his eyes shut and a thumb rubbing over Alec’s shoulder, Alec looking close to tears and burying his nose in Magnus’s shoulder while he tries to hold him as tight as possible. WHAT A TIME TO BE ALIVE!

So yeah, I freaking loved this episode. It’s finally doing this show justice. I’m really excited for 2B. I’m so happy that I’ve been reminded why I love this show so much. I think I’ll just rewatch this episode again and again for the next three months.

That would be it for now! Vic is out!