It was in a school in the South Bronx a few weeks ago that I first heard about the Netflix series13 Reasons Why. The TV show, released at the end of March and based on a best-selling young adult novel, depicts a teenager who kills herself. She experiences sexual assault, cyberbullying and inadequate responses from adults, and she leaves messages for the classmates and others whom she holds responsible for her suicide.
Educators, parents and school counselors are raising the alarm that the show glamorizes risky behaviors and could even lead to copycat deaths. The National Association of School Psychologists released a warning statement.
Comedy about two very different families living
right next to each other: The Lepics and the Bouleys. There are nine seasons so
we can see the characters evolve on a really long time period. Some serious
issues are tackled with humour, like education, how to cope with the death of a
loved one, or how parents react to one of their children coming out as gay, for
instance. Most of the characters are really lovable and you easily get attached
to them even though they can be annoying sometimes. Also, there are some really
funny moments. I wouldn’t say it’s one of my favourite shows ever but I had a
nice time watching it (though, I haven’t watched all the seasons yet).
Trigger warning: none that I can think of (this
show is suitable for children).
Level of difficulty when it comes to French: I
think it should be fine (there’s nothing really technical, the show’s about
everyday life, so it mainly uses colloquial/casual French).
Les Bleus premiers pas dans la police:
A four-season show about rookies in the French
police. I used to really love this show when I was in middle school, and I have
very fond memories of it now, even if I haven’t watched it for a long time.
This show has diversity and representation: a Muslim man (who is one of the
main characters) and his family, gay men (one of them is also a main character),
a bisexual woman (also a main character in the first seasons), and so on. It
also portrays strong female characters (including a woman in a position of
power, from season 2 to the end I think). The characters are very lovable (in
my opinion), and funny. By the way, this show has very funny moments as well as
serious moments (including the scenes showing how the LGBT characters and the
women deal with discrimination at their workplace or elsewhere). The only
problem with this show is that the end is a bit unsatisfying considering it
stopped because it failed to get renewed (or at least that’s what I understood
at the time).
Trigger warning: depiction of discrimination
(for instance, homophobia), and of course the usual warnings when it comes to
cop shows (even though it is far less graphic than most other shows of this
kind, and there are less murder investigations than in most investigation
Level of difficulty when it comes to French: I
think this one is okay too. There might be some terms describing police stuff,
but all in all it’s pretty casual.
Le Bureau des Légendes (ongoing show):
A show about the DGSE (Direction Générale de la
Sécurité Extérieure), which is basically the French intelligence agency
concerning foreign matters. It has three seasons so far and it’s one of my
favourite TV show ever. It’s captivating, I got really attached to many of the
characters (and most of them are not completely good or bad, there are a lot of
grey characters, which is great), and it’s also really moving (especially the
last season I think). One of my favourite thing about this show is its
subtlety: it’s deeply moving, but in a subtle and somewhat low-key way. There
are close to no typical tear-jerking scenes, with sad music and close-ups on
the crying faces of devastated characters. There are really sad scenes, but
they are played out with a great sobriety.
Trigger warning: psychological and physical
torture (nothing too graphic though).
Level of difficulty when it comes to French: it
should be mainly okay, I think. There are probably some technical terms, since
it’s about an intelligence agency, but it should be understandable as a whole.
Also, many scenes are in other languages (English, Farsi, Arabic, etc) and are
subtitled in French, which is really good in order to practise your written
Les Revenants (ongoing show):
A show about dead people coming back to life in
a village of the Pyrénées. It only has two seasons so far, but I’m really
looking forward to more. The show is really mysterious, with a gloomy
atmosphere that I absolutely love. The dead people (who are from different
generations and died at different times) come back to their family/loved ones
(when they have some), and no one understands what happened, including the dead
people. After their arrival, other very strange events take place in the
village. Some characters have very dubious motives and you’re often unsettled,
not knowing what to think of them. However, you can’t help but to get attached
to some of them anyway. This show has some very serious themes like how to cope
with the death of a loved one, death in general, love, family (by blood or by
Trigger warnings: death, suicide.
Level of difficulty concerning French: I think
it’s pretty okay… The show aired on American TV so you can probably find a
subtitled version quite easily, which is pretty cool :D
My favourite French tv show (and even my favourite
show ever). This show depicts the Arthurian legend in a humorous way, and it’s
one of the funniest thing I’ve ever watched. The humour is unique, the
characters are really lovable, and the entire show is extremely creative: this
is honestly pure genius. Plus, the atmosphere evolves from something
exclusively light and funny to something that is serious and deeply moving at
times. The show goes from episodes that last a few minutes to far longer
episodes in the 6th (and last) book (=season). I could go on and on
about this show, but nothing I could say would make it justice. Honestly, just
give it a go, this is brilliant.
PS: Alexandre Astier (who plays Arhtur, wrote
the scenario, the music and basically came up with this entire masterpiece) is
a national hero. That’s all I had to say.
Trigger warning: it’s really funny and you’re
having the time of your life, and suddenly there is a serious/sad scene and you
feel like crying (but it’s worth it)… just be prepared ^^
Level of difficulty concerning French: it might
be pretty hard at first, because they speak quite quickly and use weird
expressions (but then, use these expressions in front of Kaamelott fans [ie a
looooot of people] and see their faces lit up => it could be really
rewarding I think).
Apart from these, all the creations canal +
(Braquo, Engrenages, Cercle polaire…) have a good reputation/positive reviews I
think, but I’ve only watched Les
Revenants and Le Bureau des Légendes
for now, so I only talked about those ^^
I think many people like 10 pour cent and Hero Corp
too, but I haven’t watched them (yet) so I couldn’t include them in the
A/N: Hello~ This is Admin Leah. I wrote this plot because I am currently doing research on the history of psychology with a university professor, concerning the focus of Multiple Personalities. There may be slight inaccuracies I have written in order to shorten and make the plot a little more workable. Please try to look upon it kindly!
“It’s honestly the most gorgeous shade of pink though,” your younger sister gushed excitedly, her hands wrapped around the gem, which was strung on a delicate silver chain around her neck. She was right. The gem was indeed a pretty shade of pink, and it matched the boy in front of her, whose eyes were shining brightly as he watched her with lovestruck eyes. They had been childhood friends, sticking through elementary, middle, and their awkward pubescent stage of life as well. And now, between Saeri and Daehwi, you were positive they would live a beautiful life after their inevitable feelings were confirmed by their soulmate gem that they were indeed a pair. You looked on with envy, feeling remorse at how your pendant was black.
When you were born, it was a baby blue, just as everyone else’s had been. It showed that you had not met your soulmate at the right time for you to click romantically, which was fine because you were an infant and more worried about crying for a diaper change. Now, at age 20, you were undeniably single. It had turned black sometime when you were a child, around age six. One day you had woken up, and it was just that. Dark. Gloomy. Despairing. He must have died. Your soulmate was gone before you had a chance, and you were a singular anomaly who had lost hope.
You hated yourself at feeling bitter at your sister’s happiness. Saeri was precious to you, and you were grateful that it was Daehwi she would be spending the rest of her life with. Daehwi was your neighbor as long as you remembered. He was sweet, smart, hardworking, and knew how to respect your sister and your family. Still, seeing the two be so lovely together pricked your heart in the most suffocating manner, and even though it was your idea to invite him for dinner as a congratulatory celebration, you were beginning to feel an inkling of regret.
“Please excuse me, restroom.” You got up, trying to ignore the concerned look Saeri and your parents were shooting at each other, while Daehwi looked sullen. They all must have known your real feelings, the ones you had been keeping in. How you could not stop crying when your best friend had met her soulmate. How it felt to always get a pitiful stare in the streets, and how it was the law to keep your pendant on to prevent infidelity.
You splash your face with a bit of cool water, trying to ignore the icy chills it sent down your spine. As you reentered the dining area, your mother stood up, a warm smile on her face.
“_____? Would you like some fresh air? Your father wants some ice cream.” You smile gently. Your mother always knew that you liked to be by yourself when you were upset, mainly because you could not stand the pity. You nodded, taking the cash from her hand, and pull on the first hoodie and sneakers you can find.
“I’ll be back soon,” you promise, and you leave into the evening air, relishing the heat that was beginning to fade away as the sun was setting. The market was only a few blocks away, nothing unbearable. You kept your pendant a little hidden, not wanting to attract more attention. In truth, the whole neighborhood knew about it, but it comforted you when a visiting family did not have to see.
You idly look through the freezers, picking out a few pints of various flavors. Mint for your father, coffee for your mother. Daehwi and Saeri liked vanilla and strawberry respectively. You liked green tea. You did your best to move it towards the register, but a kind worker stopped you.
“Let me get that for you,” he flashed a friendly smile, taking more than half of them and reducing you to only the green tea and vanilla pints. He hummed a little, his cheeriness showing as he led you to an empty register, taking down the ‘Closed’ sign. He smiled once more at you.
‘He’s cute,’ you thought with a sliver of a smile beginning to show. You looked at his nametag. ‘Ha Sungwoon - PT. He must be a student.’
“That’ll be 15,000 won.” He said, ringing up the register. You narrowed your eyes, before frowning.
“I think you made a mistake. It should be–”
“Don’t worry about it. You looked a little down.” He said, before taking the money from your hand. You blushed at his words, and he gave you a cheekier smile this time. “I know, I’m cool aren’t I?” You nodded, a small chuckle escaping your lips. You hoped he didn’t know how wistful it was, that you wished somehow your pendant would turn pink and his would too. His was tucked away, most likely because it was work, but you never even bothered to check anymore.
“Would you like paper or plastic?” His voice was pleasant, and you point at the paper bag. “Well, here you go.” He slipped a small piece of paper into the bag as well, giving you a slight wink. “And if you ever need a friend, call me.”
You brushed your hair over your shoulder, the loose waves springing slightly as you did so. Daehwi had left hours ago, and you could hear your sister calling him despite seeing him earlier today. The paper Sungwoon had given you was now in front of you, and you sighed, unable to choose what to do. Did you actually take his offer and leave the house tomorrow before Daehwi came back? Or did you just pass? He was a stranger, but at least he was a cute and nice one.
‘Decide after you wash up.’ You chide to yourself, and tug off the hoodie. Your arms freeze, and the hairs on your arm raise ever so slightly as you let out a scream of horror. In a matter of seconds, Saeri and your mother are by your side, grasping your arm and cradling your head in attempts to calm your frantic sobs.
“H-How?” Saeri murmured, her eyes fixated on the half pink and half black gem. Your mother shook her head, unable to formulate an answer that was certain.
“Just remain calm and strong. ____, are you okay?” You hiccup pathetically, your shutting your eyes as you refused to look at it any longer. Why was it suddenly pink? How? Your soulmate should have been dead for almost 14 years now. There was no reason for the heavens to play such a cruel joke on you. Unless…
“Saeri. Pass me my phone.” She obliged, unsure of what the glint in your eye was. You smooth out the crumpled paper with Sungwoon’s number, trying to focus your vision on the blurry numbers. You type it in, before hitting the call button.
“Who is this?” The voice was confused. “Oh, is this that girl from before?”
“Ha Sungwoon? C-Can you check your gem?” There was a rustling sound from the other side, before a groan.
“I think I left it in my locker at work. Why, is there a problem?” You found it hard to make a sound. Was it even right to force it onto him? Were you just being desperate at this point? Sungwoon would be a gift from the divine forces if he were somehow your soulmate, and yet the idea of it being some false scenario drove you insane. “Hey, don’t worry. You don’t have to tell me. How about we meet at the cafe across the street from the market at 7 PM tomorrow, and we can talk then?” You nod, before realizing he couldn’t even see you. Your mother and sister were alarmed at the exchange, but hopelessly remained silent.
“I’ll see you tomorrow… Good night.” You said softly, before hanging up. Your mother stroked your hair, a sigh escaping her lips.
“I’m so sorry this had to happen to you, ____. Just please, don’t do anything rash, okay? Go wash up and sleep a little. Take some sleeping medicine if you need it.” She got up and left, Saeri following her cautiously.
“Where is he?” You muttered, a little irritated. In honesty, Sungwoon was merely two minutes late at this point, but the sensitivity of the topic made you jittery and unable to bear the weight of your emotions. Your eyes were still puffy as the stress of the situation had reduced you to tears every few hours, and the largest sunglasses you could find in your possession hid your face as you sipped on a bitter iced coffee. ‘Ah, but it isn’t bitter enough.’
You sat there, fiddling with your gem. You instinctively covered the black side, your mind in a turmoil at the sight of the pink. Saeri was right: it was gorgeous. It made you want to believe that this soulmate system was not flawed, that it was what allowed human civilization to have advanced so smoothly since the beginning of history, but there was a twinge of doubt. Why were the recorded accounts of mess ups so rare? Was something hidden? Or was it actually just you that had somehow defied the rules and were given a soulmate who did not exist.
The wind chimes attached to the cafe’s door jingled, and you looked up hopefully. Sungwoon was there once again, a hard look on his face as his sharp gaze scanned the area. You waved him over hopefully, and flinched when his eyes met yours. While yesterday he had been radiating a goofy and sweetness, today was something stronger and more charismatic. His hair was gelled a little, and he had a black leather jacket that he straightened ever so slightly as he strode confidently towards you, his presence domineering the cafe.
“I assume you’re the girl.” His words were blunt, void of and emotion that was to be distinctly made out. You cast your gaze away, unable to hold his piercing scrutiny any longer.
“Sungwoon, are you-”
“I’m not that weak fool.” He scoffed, before yanking the chair across from you out. “I’m Injae. Call me by his name one more time and I’ll…” his voice trailed off when you finally snapped, throwing off your sunglasses. They clattered onto the tabletop, nearly toppling the iced coffee over.
You threw him a glare, eyes willing him to shut up in your utter humiliation.
“I get it! You don’t want to be my soulmate– who would? I’m some stupid girl who isn’t supposed to have one.” Your voice rose an octave with you intending it, and the few customers in the cafe were beginning to star. “But really, making up some macho and asshole character for yourself?” You rose, grabbing your stuff and turning to leave. He stared at you, something sparkling in his dark eyes. ‘Was that respect? Or was it being impressed?’ You shoot him a last bitter smile, shoving the door with all your might as you leave.
“Don’t move.” His hand wrapped tightly around your wrist, and a shot of pain caused you to wince from his iron grip. “Did you just call me a character? Do you doubt my existence?” His voice was low, almost a mean growl to it. You sighed, unable to contain your irritation as you tried to pry his hand off. It did not move.
“Let go of me.” You snapped, and he tugged you closer, a dangerous smirk playing on his lips. His eyes were haunting, as if calculating your soul when he peered into yours. He was not tall by any means, but you were short as well.
“Soulmate, you said?” He pulled on your chain, and you struggled to have him release you. You could hear a sharp crack, and felt the chain rip off of you. He broke the necklace you had since you were little. You could feel more tears well up as you blindly lunged for it, but he fended you off easily, examining the gem.
“G- Give it back.” You screamed. Your throat felt raw and congested, almost as if it would close up on you at any point. This was all a mistake. Meeting with him was a mistake. Letting his charming smile get to you the other day was a horrible mistake.
“It’s black. I don’t know why you’re saying I’m your soulmate.” He dangled the chain in front of you, and you snatched it back. He was right. The pink was all gone, replaced with the jet black color it had been originally. You fell to your knees, heaving for air as sobs wracked your body. It was gone. The only hope you had had fled you, and all that was remaining was some emo boy in front of you. He knelt down beside you, his hand patting your back in a surprisingly soothing and warm manner.
“Screw you.” You hiccup lamely, and he suppressed a smile. “I hate you.” He sighed, looking up at the now night sky.
“You aren’t a bad girl. Sungwoon would probably be happy with you.” He said finally, and your ears perked up. “Too bad I can’t let him have you.”
“I don’t understand.” You straightened up, and met his stoic gaze. He offered a hand, pulling you back to your feet with ease.
“He can’t have single ownership of this body by himself.” Injae said coolly, before glancing at the streetlamps that were now flickering on. “I’ll walk you home. It’s the least I could do for stealing his date.” You blushed at his words, before looking away from him.
“I don’t need your help if you aren’t willing to tell me where Sungwoon is.” You bartered, and he snorted in amusement at your words.
“____. I have a name.”
“- he’s probably fighting his way for control right now,” Injae finished, disregarding your interjection completely. You frowned, before turning away to go home. You ignored the footsteps trailing behind you lazily, feeling some satisfaction that Injae, or Sungwoon, or whoever it was, had been at least taking some responsibility. That satisfaction also faded the moment you had realized the sound was gone, and you tried your best to not frown. ‘What a jerk. He probably has some stupid commitment issues,’ you thought bitterly. Still, the black gem had rubbed you the wrong way. It was almost confirming that indeed, you were single for life, while everyone around you would be paired off with someone who would keep them company until they died.
“____, duck!” A furious shout sounded behind you, and you dropped to the ground, your arms flailing to cover your head as you screwed your eyes shut in panic. A metallic thud rang from behind you, followed by a groan of pain. You uncovered your head, turning to look. A young man holding a small pocket knife was now on the ground, while Injae was glowering him, his teeth bared in a furious scowl with a rusty pipe in his hand.
“Son of a-”
“Don’t hurt him more!” You scream, imagining the damage about to be done. You jumped up, wrapping your arms around Injae, preventing him from swinging the pipe once more. He stopped moving, frozen at your touch, while the other male dropped his knife and ran off, a limp evident. “I’m fine, so don’t… It’s okay, really.” You were breathing hard, unable to fathom the evening. In honesty, your heart was fluttering at the thought of Injae’s heroic save, and you were thankful he was there. But at the same time, it frightened you terribly that he was so eager to fight, that he had no fear for injury.
He finally seemed to breathe again, a huge sigh released as he gently pulled your arms off. He turned slowly, a familiar warm glint of worry in his eyes. ‘Sungwoon?’
“W-What happened?” Sungwoon stuttered, before looking at the heavy pipe in his hands. He dropped it instantly, the clatter of the metal shocking you as you took a step back. He looked at the leather sleeve, horror in his eyes as realization set in.
“Is this Sungwoon or…”
“You met Injae, didn’t you?” Sungwoon’s voice was shrunken with uncertainty, his eyes ashamed as they were cast towards the pavement beneath you two. You nodded, trying to shove the rising confusion and panic down once more. “He didn’t hurt you, did he?” You shook your head, before remembering the gem. You pulled it out, dreading the black. It was half pink once more, and you peered at him nervously.
“Do you remember anything?” He shook his head, his face suddenly tired. “You don’t even know how you were supposed to meet me?”
“I know that much,” he furrowed his brows. “Can I have your name?”
“____.” You bit your lower lip. “Who exactly is Injae?” He looked uncomfortable at the question, but mumbled some incoherent words. You looked at him blankly, and he cleared his throat, his gaze looking away from you.
“He’s my alter” It sounded foreign, something you had never heard of. ‘Alter?’ “I have a special condition. Multiple personality.” The name sounded vaguely familiar, but you still were unsure of what to say. He looked at you, his countenance reflecting the same troubled and mix of emotions you felt internally.
“Never mind. I’ll take you home. Is it near?” You nodded, pointing to the house at the corner of the street. The walk was silent, but it did not feel awkward to you at all. Perhaps it was the shyness of the situation, or how much you had to persevere with him from the very beginning, but it was a silence you could handle quite well. He seemed apologetic every step of the way, and by the time you got to your front door, he sighed and offered a small smile.
“I guess I’ll talk to you later. Good night,” you said quietly, pushing your key to the front door into the lock.
“Wait, ___. I’ll take you out another time. I’m really sorry.” He rubbed the back of his head, unsure of what to do. ‘Was this a date?’ You smiled genuinely at this, and nodded.
“I’ll be looking forward to it. Have a safe walk home, Sungwoon.”
“___! Wake up, there’s a guy here for you.” Saeri’s voice was thick with curiosity, but she was mature enough to not pry, even though it was evident she desperately wanted to. You shot up from your bed. In truth, you had been awake for a few hours now, but you had never found the willpower to leave your room, the only place that seemed to be a haven for your thoughts. You caught a glimpse of your knotted hair in the mirror and winced.
“Can you tell him to wait a few minutes?” You beg, and Saeri nodded in amusement, leaving the room with a soft thud of the door. You ran into the bathroom, brushing your teeth with one hand and brushing your hair with the other. Your mind was wandering to what clothes to wear. Was today his idea of a date? Was it Sungwoon or Injae? You had researched the topic a bit the night before, the moment you had stepped foot into your room, with your trusty laptop.
Injae was his alternate personality, one of how many she had no clue. He had his own style, his own mind, and his own goals, but from what you could see he was certainly no wicked character. Maybe tough, but he balanced Sungwoon’s kindness very well.
You finally tugged on a pair of jeans and a boxy striped tee, tossing your hair over one shoulder as you left the room. Sungwoon was seated in the kitchen, chatting away in a lively manner with your mother, who looked delighted at his presence.
“- And when she was a child, she said she was going to be a monkey because she had a talent for tree climbing.” Your mother was saying, while Sungwoon chuckled at this newfound information on you. You shot her a pleading look as you walked into the room.
“Mom!” You whined, exasperated. “You can’t tell anyone who walks through the front door how I was a disaster as a kid!”
“But Sungwoon isn’t just any boy,” your mother pointed out with a wise smile, before shooing the two of you out of the kitchen. “Anyways, he volunteered to babysit you for at least the morning so go and act like a young lady for once.” You scoffed at her words in disbelief, while Sungwoon looked mildly amused at the banter.
“Your mother is very friendly,” he said as he opened the door for you. You shot him an accusing look.
“You two might as well be conspiring against me,” you huffed, and he grinned widely at this, putting his hands up as if to surrender. “I think you owe me breakfast.”
“No doubt, I do. To the cafe?” You nodded in agreement. Looking at him closer in the day, he was definitely cute. His skin looked soft and pale, his brown hair falling messily but perfectly at the same time. His eyes had a bright twinkle as he looked around, first at a bird and then at the cars passing by.
“Did you find your soulmate?” You blurt the words as you approach the cafe. He smiled a little at this, stopping in front of the glass door.
“It’s complicated,” he said finally. “I’ll explain, but let’s eat first.” He opened the door, waving you in. You smile a little at his manners, before looking at the menu.
“I like the cinnamon honey toast,” you said finally, and he nodded.
“Go sit, I’ll order. Do you want coffee?” You nodded, and he left you. You took the same seat as you had the day before, fiddling with the gem on your broken necklace. You hadn’t confessed to your parents yet that it was ruined, but there was no urgency to either. The vibrant millennium pink in contrast with the black made you wistful. It was so aggravating that you could not have the same beautiful pink gem as others did.
Sungwoon took the seat across from you, placing the table buzzer in front of him. He handed you a mug of coffee, setting down the small tray with creamer, spoons, and a small thing of sugar. You pour a little cream, watching the white haze dissipate as your swirled the spoon slowly.
“I believe I owe an explanation now.” He began. You peered up at him, sipping the mug with interest.
“I agree with that statement,” you murmur, and the faintest of sadness crept into his smile.
“I want to firstly apologize for any anger or grief caused by Injae. I can’t remember what happened when he was my public identity, but I could tell you were quite shaken at his appearance.”
“Injae… he isn’t a bad guy.” You said hesitantly, before thanking the waitress who set down your breakfast. Sungwoon did not order food, instead only accepting the iced caramel macchiato.
“I suppose he may have developed some feelings for you to have been so kind,” Sungwoon remarked. “He causes a lot of devastating side effects for me, but I’m also grateful for him. He’s made it up in interesting ways for me. I haven’t ever lost a fist fight thanks to him.” Sungwoon chuckled bitterly. “But I’ve also been losing many hours of my life to him.”
“When did Injae form?” You ask gently, cutting off a corner of the toast. He didn’t look surprised at your question, instead twirling his drink in his hand, the clatter of ice cubes sounding.
“I assume you did some research last night.” You blush at how correct his words were. “I think it was when I was about seven years old. He’s the same age as me, but a lot more rash.”
‘Seven years old… ‘ The thought is unsettling, and the sweetness of the food feels almost sour on your tongue. If you could recall the information you had read last night, it stated that many people with multiple personalities were victims of abuse, most likely as children. You bit your lower lip, refusing to ask that question.
“Now, about my soulmate situation.” You perked up at this, and he chuckled at your outward burst of interest. “I do have a soulmate. I’ve met her. The problem is Injae. Also, I can’t quite tell if this girl realizes she’s my soulmate definitively.” You frown at this, letting the hurt seep in. It was like a thorn pricking you. You could not erase the memories of Sungwoon’s kindness in the past few days, as well as how Injae had saved you. To say you have not fallen for these boys was a lie.
“Oh. She must be a lucky girl,” you huff, before popping another cube of toast into your mouth and chewing sullenly. Sungwoon smiled at your pouting lips. He wondered if you had an idea of how adorable you looked to him in that moment, and placed his half finished drink on the table. He reached out and poked your head, causing you to glare at him.
“Dummy. It’s you.” You nearly choked on your food, and you sipped the coffee in efforts to wash it down, ignoring the scalding liquid on your tongue. He looked amused at your coughing and passed you a napkin.
“W-What do you mean? Is that why it’s half pink?” You put the gem in front of him, and he nodded.
“I believe that must be the case. See, look here.” He took out his own gem, which glowed slightly under the cafe lights.
“But why is mine black then?” You finally said flatly. You wanted to believe in his words more than anything. He was one of the kindest people you had met, and by far the one you wished more than anyone to be your soulmate. Still, the idea of building up false hope lurked in your mind, warning you to back away.
“Black means your soulmate died, doesn’t it?” You nodded.
“That’s why I want to let you in but… I can’t.” Your voice was pained. “You can’t just die and suddenly resurrect. I think my gem is just dysfunctional.” He leaned back in his chair, looking away at your words. He did not want you to cry, nor did he ever want to hurt you. The instances from the day before were haunting him enough. Still, he remembered the utter joy when he had seen his gem turn pink upon meeting you at his part time shift.
“When I was seven, I almost died. I should have died.” His tone was matter-of-fact, but his eyes shone with fear. Fear that you would reject him again. Fear of being alone. “My father was a horrible drunk. He came home one night, trying to beat my sister. I got angry and scared, and i redirected his anger to me.” You gasped at his words. He gave a miserable smile, his lips barely in a ghost of a grin.
“I thought he wasn’t going to make it into the elevator when I tried to run. I was wrong. He started beating me. He had a knife that was stolen. It was too late at night for anyone to be out, and I was bleeding too much. That’s when Injae appeared.” There was a hint of fondness for his alter at this. Tears were brimming in your eyes. “By the time I woke up in the hospital, all I could hear was how I should have been dead. I was stabbed in the abdomen, and I was bruised all over. They said we were both found in the elevator unconscious. I guess Injae was a fighter from the beginning.”
“That’s… I’m sorry.” Your hand reached out and covered his own. He welcomed the warmth that enveloped the backside of his hand, and admired your small hands.
“I think that’s why your gem thinks I’m dead. It’s probably also half pink because of Injae.” Sungwoon said quietly. You squeezed his hand mindlessly, and he flipped his hand so he could entwine his fingers with yours.
“But you are my soulmate then.” The last wall around your weary heart finally crumbled, opening up to him completely. The jealously towards Saeri and Daehwi was a thing of the past, and your future seemed considerably less bleak and worrisome.
“I am but don’t forget we may have a constant third wheel named Injae.” You laughed at his words.
“I’ll win him over.” You said confidently. There was no way you were going to give up Sungwoon that easily. Maybe Injae existed, but if Sungwoon still had a life that was destined to be with you then so be it.
“Of course you will,” Sungwoon jabbed back playfully, and he picked up the tray to return it to the counter. You watched him with newfound admiration. The wait was over. Sungwoon was yours, and you were his.
“Can I ask something?” You queried as you two left the cafe. Sungwoon had promised to take you to a few of the small boutiques nearby, something you had wanted to do if you ever had a soulmate. ‘Well you do now.’
“Is it what happened to my father?” You nodded, and he squeezed your hand a little. “He’s been going in and out of prison time for various offenses, fined for a lot of other offenses, my parents divorced soon after I left the hospital, and the last time I heard he was taken back into a rehabilitation center for alcohol and now drug abuse.” You winced internally at the long list. You were glad Sungwoon was finally safe but at the same time, you were sad his family had such a dark past to it.
“Is that why you work part time?” He shook his head, looking at you adoringly. He relished the feeling of someone caring for him now: it were as though someone filled the emptiness he had in the first 21 years of life.
“My mother remarried to quite a high positioned businessman. He’s a kind father to me and my sister, and he spoils us all ridiculously. I just like the thought of being independence step by step.” You nodded, admiring his work ethic. “Afterall, I have to be able to support our family, don’t I?” Blushing, you hit him, causing him to erupt in laughter.
“Let’s step by in here.” It was a small accessories store, the same one that Daehwi and Saeri had bought their friendship bracelet from a few years prior. You admired the handcrafted jewelry. He picked up a delicate silver chain, holding it up towards you as if to check how it looked.
“I’ll take this.” Sungwoon said, and the employee at the register nodded.
“Would you like anything else?” He paused, looking at you. Your gaze flitted to the rings and bands, and he smiled.
“Please give us a minute.” He picked up a rose gold band, which had a small silver cloud on it. “Do you like this?” You smiled at the thought of buying it, but you shook your head. You wanted something simple that you could wear together without him feeling awkward.
“Can we take this one?” You held up a thicker, silver band. He smiled, putting it onto your ring finger of your left hand.
“I promise I’ll but you a better one in the future when we’re ready for it.” The employee looked as though she were about to squeal from his words, and you stifle a giggle, nodding shyly.
“We’ll take this too then.” Sungwoon said, pulling out his wallet. He shot you a warning look when you were about to protest. “Let me do this for you at least. Heavens knows I’ll be a terrible soulmate in the future.” You fidgeted on the side, watching him take the chain and his ring back from the employee and greet you again with a glint of amusement in his eyes. He gave you the ring.
“I want you to put it on my hand for me,” he teased, and you rolled your eyes but obliged. You slid it onto his ring finger, admiring how the couple item looked. It dawned on you yet again that now you had someone to spend time with, someone who was going to understand you and be by your side forever. “Also, give me your gem.” You fished it out of your pocket, and he took it off of the broken chain, before putting it on for you. You smiled, reaching out to give him a quick hug as he finished. He reached out his hand, which you grabbed.
The rest of the day was filled with making up for a lack of memories and past filled of hurt with Sungwoon. You visited clothing stores, trying on silly outfits. You went to your favorite food stalls, sharing snacks. You showed each other childhood places in the town that brought happy memories. He showed you the soccer field that he used to play on as a child, while you introduced the playground with your favorite swingset. As the sun was beginning to set, you sighed contentedly at his side, your head resting on his shoulder.
“Why did it take me so long to find you?” You wondered aloud, and he cuffed your head gently.
“Because the best presents take the longest to find. Like me.” You wrinkled your nose at his jokingly arrogant words. “Hang on, I need to go to the bathroom. I’ll be back, and then I’ll walk you home.” You lift your head sleepily, letting him leave for the park restrooms. You waited for his return, fiddling with your phone idly. You had messaged your best friend to call you later at night, wanting to tell her about Sungwoon. Saeri had also asked where you were, and you had told her you would be home soon. And yet, as time trickled on, Sungwoon was still nowhere in your sight. You sighed, brushing the grass off of your jeans and standing up. You started towards the restrooms.
“– Punk, you just messed with the wrong group.” You flinched at the shouting, and your heart rate quickened as you bolted towards the area behind the restrooms. There were about three guys, all menacingly glaring at Injae, who’s hardened expression you could identify all too well. His gaze flickered to you, warning you to stay away, before he smirked a little.
“You guys are clearly picking a fight that won’t end favorably for you.” They huffed indignantly, before charging at him. You covered your eyes with your hands, unable to watch. You could hear yowls of pain, thankfully none of them sounding similar to Injae’s voice, and only looked up when a hand grabbed yours, yanking you forward.
“Time to run, ___.” You let him pull you, away from the park and all of the people there. It was exhilarating, and you almost didn’t mind the situation when you could hear Injae’s laughter as he tugged you along towards your home. The guys were far out of sight, and you stopped running, instead doubled over to catch your breaths. Your face was flushed, and Injae grinned at you.
“Looks like I saved the day again,” there was a childlike note in his voice as he said this. You straighten up, and he sighed, returning once more to the stoic boy he originally was.
“How are you, Injae?” He huffed at your words, scowling ever so slightly.
“You want me to be gone so Sungwoon can be with you, don’t you?” You looked alarmed at his words. In honesty, you hadn’t a clue what to do. “You didn’t even consider my thoughts in your plan!”
“I didn’t have any intentions of that nature,” you retorted softly. “I was going to thank you for taking care of him and keeping him safe over the last 21 years. You really helped him, and I doubt I would have met my soulmate if you didn’t exist.” Injae softened slightly, before returning to a rather emotionless state.
“I suppose he’s the winner of every situation. He has me to protect him, and you to love on him. What do I have?” An ache in your heart crept up at this, and you reached out to hesitantly hug him.
“You’re part of Sungwoon. Doesn’t that mean my love extends for you too? You’re protecting him and yourself. I think you two are missing each other’s perspective just a little.” He stiffened at your embrace, as if unable to know what it was. You looked up at him, sticking your tongue out.
“You’re lucky we both grew to like you a lot then. Otherwise your shoulder would have been dislocated by now.” You roll your eyes at this statement. “Also, tell Sungwoon to stop drinking caramel macchiato. It’s way to sweet. Black iced coffee is way better.”
“Are you a grandpa or a child in disguise?” You grumbled, letting go of him. He coughed a little, clearing his throat and pointing at your gem.
“This is actually my last goodbye.” You froze at his words. “I share a conscience with him. I know how much he means to you, and how much he wants to spend the future with you. I also think that the only and best way I can be with you is for him to take over his life again.” You teared up a little at this. He smiled ruefully, running a hand through his hair.
“I- Thank you. Thank you for everything, Injae. I will never forget you, and I will remind him every other day to drink iced black coffee. Any other requests?” He snorted, before reaching out to stroke your hair fondly.
“You’re a good girl for him. Take care of him, because I can’t anymore.” Injae closed his eyes, aguish flickering over his faces as it seemed to have spasms. He doubled over, and you dropped to a crouch.
“I-Injae? Sungwoon? Are you okay?” A few pedestrians shot looks of concern, and finally he stopped, instead twitching and looking up once more. His eyes were confused, gentle and filled with alarm when he saw your worried face.
“___? What’s wrong?”
“Injae left.” You mumbled, trying to brush the tears off of your face. His hand reached up, wiping them off with his thumb. You smiled sadly. “He said he was thankful for you to find a girl like me. And he said to stop drinking sugary drinks.” Sungwoon chuckled wistfully.
“It’s odd. I feel fine but a little hollow without him. You don’t love him more than you loved me… right?” You shrugged jokingly, and he groaned.
“I do love you more, dumbass.” You whisper as you hug him, snuggling into his chest. “And I’m sad he’s gone, but I’m thankful I can at least spend the rest of my days with you.” On your chain, the gem sparkled a beautiful pink, all the black gone as Sungwoon wrapped his arms around you.
Ok but um... psychologically speaking trigger warnings inhibit recovery of PTSD, and any other mental illness or "discomfort" in no way merits a trigger warning because it will trigger nothing but emotions.
okay but like….
what’s so wrong with us wanting our 100,000 followers the ability to feel comfortable and god forbid more-or-less happy whilst viewing our blog?
do trigger warnings hurt anybody? no? then what’s your issue with them?
christ i swear some people on this website WANT to make other people’s lives shitty
Hi my darling, I really love your work I mean the green girl was just fantastic but I was just wondering if you had any tomione you could rec me please?? It can be one shots or multi-chapter thanks so much ❤️❤️
Pocket Change by @bonafakeThe first time they decide to run away is a crisp, cool day in the middle of October, with claret and amber leaves falling down, that, when walked upon, sound like the crackle of a broken radio on a folksy static-filled channel. Tom/Hermione AU
Room at the Top by @carmineduvaleSometimes, death is the end. Sometimes, it’s an unfurnished flat, an enemy and a whole lot of grey areas. Tom/Hermione After Life AU
Burn With Me by @dulce-de-leche-goThey all won but somehow, for Hermione, it wasn’t at all how it was made out like it was going to be. A slighted woman is a dangerous thing. To slight the brightest witch of the age? Possibly more so. Voldemort/Hermione
Murderer’s Maze by @ibuzooWarnings: Psychological anguish / Torture / Murder / Explicit Murder / Bestial ways to kill someone / Blood and Gore / Modern AU / Serial!killer AU /Psychopathology & Sociopathy
Aca-demic Arrangementsby @dulce-de-leche-go Modern AU - Primarily Tomione but other pairings will happen (het/slash) - Hermione’s just a small town girl, livin’ in a lonely world. She took the midnight plane on a journey to LA in order to pursue her dream. What could possibly go wrong? - Not quite a crack!fic. Un-beta’d and rated M for sexual references, situations, and a lot of language. An a cappella story of aca-love.
The Prisoner by @nerysdaxImprisoned, Lord Voldemort is considered a threat of the past. His knowledge is desired by many. Yet, his offer is for one person only: Hermione Weasley-Granger.
Forever Means Forever by @cocoartistwrites If she ever saw Unspeakable Number 37 again she would kill him with her bare hands. Hermione’s research into the Veil has an unexpected side-effect.
Pomegranates by @theo-la-dora She doesn’t scream when they kidnap her. Her dress is ripped and her hair is a mess, but she balls her hands into fists and straightens and she looks at him – honey coloured eyes with specks of green and silver – and she spits blood at his feet and then - And then she starts swearing.
Persephone by @dulce-de-leche-go Better to be the right hand of the devil than in his path. Better still to be the consort of Hades than a part of his collection of souls. Ten years after Voldemort has won the war, Hermione reaches a breaking point and shreds the flow of time to change her future. If she can’t change the world, she will change her place in it. - Extremely dark Tomione/Volmione.
Pomegranates by @bonafakeNow, she saw his very first smile, and it wasn’t a good smile, no, no, it was the kind of smile that burnt your insides and froze them at the same time, it hurt other people and didn’t care, but it loved her unconditionally. HG/TR.
Pygmalion When Tom Riddle walked through a doorway one fall afternoon everything changed and he found himself in a world wholly unprepared for him. “Something about you makes my brain itch,” Hermione Granger said. “As if an earthquake had shifted everything sharply two feet to the left and then back again and it didn’t all fit back quite right.” Tomione. AU
Burn It AllHermione remembers everything one day as a nurse stands in front of her, tray with bland food and medication held in her hands. The memory makes her angry. So angry. Fortunately, she has a friend in the hospital with her and he’s happy to help her.
A Big Ball of Wibbly-Wobbly The war is over, the good guys have won, and Hermione Granger goes to sleep in her lovely flat only to wake up in 1953 in the bed of someone she’d really much rather were dead. “I’m working on the ‘kill Lord Voldemort now, work out the temporal paradox issues later’ plan,” she tells him. He laughs.
When She Drowned Desperate men shape Hermione Granger into a weapon and send her back in time to offer salvation to Tom Riddle or, failing that, to kill him. But tools that can think are dangerous and sometimes a sacrifice decides she’s lost enough.
A Nose That Can See Hermione Granger has found herself inexplicably tossed back into time to Tom Riddle’s Hogwarts. And he’s a Veela and, wouldn’t you know it, she’s his mate. Could life get worse? But he seems to have an endless supply of out-of-season fruit so it can’t be all bad, right? Tomione. Major character death, musical theater, and all that fruit.
The blood… There was so much blood. On her. Around her. Inside her
mouth. Dripping down her hands and splattering bloody splashes onto her bare
thighs, the one-white shirt barely covering any skin. And she sat smiling,
drenched in all of that blood, a knife in the stomach of the man who once held
Her hands trembled as she lifted them to her face, to inspect the limbs
that so mercilessly murdered Lee TaeYong, a man so passionate that he was
blinded. A man who mocked her body and drove her insane, little by little. A
man who slowly, torturously slowly tried to break her into a toy to look at and
She was not broken. She was victorious. And he was dead.
what are your thoughts on the yeerk cannibalism that replaces kandrona rays ? it comes up for the first (and only?) time in 16-the warning, w joe bob fenestre and esplin 9466 lesser, and as far as i know (i'm rereadjng tho so truly..how far DO i know) never again appears ?? any thoughts ?
I think it’s a shame this plot wasn’t explored further. The kids’ destruction of the Kandrona has a HUGE impact on the Yeerks’ invasion of Earth, but we see the effects more in the background than as main plots…except for 16. In all human history, it’s the foot soldiers and civilians who suffer the most in war, while the leaders are granted (or can take) certain privileges, and while Applegate explores many, many aspects of war over the course of the series, this is one that’s fairly overlooked.
The destruction of the Kandrona makes me think of American policy towards North Korea. There are very, very, very good reasons that North Korea has just about every sanction known to man imposed on them. Overall, the world is probably a lot safer because North Korea is so disabled politically/technologically/economically/etc, and we’re arguably preventing a lot of death and destruction by imposing such harsh restrictions on North Korea. That being said…it’s the people *in* North Korea who sufferthemost because of all those sanctions.
To use another example of people who (unlike the vast majority of North Koreans,) like the Yeerks, do pretty reprehensible things to others, poor and middle-class white people in the South faced near starvation, destruction of property, and chaos and panic during the Civil War and its aftermath. (Though it should go without saying that the treatment and conditions of current and former slaves, and really anyone who *wasn’t* white were much worse.) The goal of the Union Army wasn’t ‘let’s hurt the middle/lower class farmers and merchants,’ but that was one of the biggest repercussions of their war efforts (taking out railroads, stopping the shipment of supplies, etc.)
Of course Esplin Lesser doesn’t suffer overly much for the destruction of the Kandrona–he’s well connected, has a lot of resources, and, if he needed to, could wield considerable political clout. It’s the same reason the Yeerks decided to take control of America and not, say, Fiji: they needed to get at the people with the most money and the most power first, because if they didn’t then it would be relatively easy for the Americans to crush Yeerks (and, by proxy, the Fijians) if they ever got wind of the Yeerks’ plan. We even see Jake use the same tactics in #54, when he essentially sends the Hork Bajir and the Auxiliary Animorphs to die. Like I said, I’d like to see this power imbalance explored further, though given how much is packed in to the series already I understand why certain things get overlooked.
in the anabasis verse, how do anakin and padme fit together as people? what do they actually like about each other? i get the feeling you're constructing a much healthier relationship than canon; how does that work out? you always have the best meta about how people work as people, as directly opposed to george lucas's complete lack of comprehension of how real life human emotions work (exhibit a: "my heart is beating... hoping that kiss will not become a scar") and i'm really curious!
Hey now, be fair! Anakin’s dreadful lines in canon would actually work really well…if they were just delivered in a completely different tone.
Like, “My heart is beating… hoping that kiss will not become a scar” as said in the film is painfully melodramatic and ridiculous. But the same line delivered deadpan? Hilarious. Or said with dramatic flair while throwing a hand over his brow and swooning backward over the arm of the couch? Amazing.
What I’m saying is the dialogue as is actually could have been really cute and funny if it just…didn’t take itself seriously. You missed such an opportunity there, George.
tl;dr: Let Anakin be a dweeb.
But I’m supposed to be talking about Anabasis. And as this is probably gonna get long, here’s a cut.
Summary – The
reader’s fairy tale romance begins to take a turn.
Word Count – 4,068
Warnings – Emotional
and verbal abuse
A/N – We’re
getting into some angsty territory now! The
warnings are for the story are starting to come into play. Apologies in advance! And as always, feedback is encouraged and
appreciated. Please let me know if you’d
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You waved as you drove away, making
good time getting back to the bunker and thinking about what a great evening
you’d had. You still loved Sam with all
your heart, but Luke had made you forget for the night. Other than sporadic texts to ensure you were
still safe, you hadn’t thought of the hazel-eyed hunter very much all day. Perhaps you could get over your first love
and find happiness with Luke.
You could honestly say that the
next three months were some of the best times you’d ever had. You still hunted with the boys, and lived
with them at the bunker, and you’d recently met Dean’s angel friend,
Castiel. The two of you had hit it off
right away; you genuinely enjoyed his company.
And when you weren’t with them, you were with Luke.
so… I keep seeing people’s self-rec lists on my dash today… i’m egocentric enough I’m gonna do it unprompted ( ° ʖ °) lol
my five favorite fics that ive wrote this past year are below!
Cessation. 6169 words, E, Star Wars: The Force Awakens. Kylo Ren/basically everyone, emphasis on Kylo Ren/Armitage Hux. Major character deaths (legit everyone is dead), necrophilia, psychological horror, sexual content, referenced suicide.
Ben Solo is seventeen the first time he sees a corpse in person. He doesn’t fully realize how much of an imprint the event leaves on his mind, of course, until much later.
Honestly it’s just the overall context of this AU and character exploration that I fit in that cement it as one of my favorites. I think the content material is disturbing without being graphic, which honestly is what I enjoy most in darkfic: a pervasive “eeriness” without the “in your face” element stories sometimes have.
How do I Live, Why do I Breathe?,1524 words, T, South Park, Kenny/Butters referenced (but it’s more a Kenny character study.) Immortality, blood and gore, suicide repeatedly implied, sexual fantasy, dark humor.
There comes a point when you’ve died so many times that living becomes more terrifying. Alternatively, Kenny would rather be done with it all.
I don’t think many people would’ve expected this one to be one of my favorite pieces. It’s a darkfic character exploration of Kenny from South Park (and, subsequently, Mysterion) that I hope to write a follow up to at some point this year. My writing was not as well-executed at the time I wrote this, but it definitely leaves an impact on the reader from what I’ve been told, and it was my first real “show” of personal emotion in a fanfic. So yeah, its here.
Misanthrope, 4000 words, E, Star Wars: The Force Awakens, Armitage Hux/Kylo Ren. Modern AU, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat,Graphic/explicit Rape/Non-Con, Gaslighting, Stalking, Unsafe Sexual Practices, Character Injury, Blood and Gore, Psychological Horror, Insomnia.
Armitage makes it to the bed before he drops, like a rock, atop the covers, rolling over onto his side with a sharp groan. He’s asleep in mere seconds. It doesn’t even occur to him that he didn’t lock the door.
Honestly one of the darkest pieces I’ve written to date. No redeeming qualities, no decent end, just brutalization and psychological turmoil in bounds. I think psychological fiction should be visceral and make the reader feel something– and unlike with Cessation, sometimes you DO have to be graphic to get the best results. Please heed the warnings if you read this, it is VERY dark.
my genesis, my revelation, 2387 words, E, Outlast 2, Blake Langermann/Scalled Cultists, Blake Langermann/Everyone. Gang Rape, Graphic Depictions of Violence, Mutilation, Gore, Major Character Injury, Referenced Crucifixion, Ritual Public Sex, Body Horror, Non-Consensual Bondage, Forced Humiliation, Psychological Torture.
“Your flesh… your purity, this untainted hole…” two fingers ghost along the crease of his twitching rim. Blake hisses, strains away when his cheeks are gently parted, first by one finger and a warm breath. “We must take of it and heal ourselves. You will be our savior, our proof of this penance we have so long waited to endure… my Lord. Let us taste you.”
A relative newcomer to my works overall, this fic is absolutely DISGUSTING. And I’m just being honest, as the author, that it is literally revolting. I’ve been told it was “impossible to visualize” because it “made [me] want to vomit”. That being said, if you’re familiar with Outlast, the game itself is pretty nausea-inducing to anyone with a sense of morals, so this fic is really just adding to the general cesspool that is the Outlast universe.
Xenotranspeciation (or the Xenomorph/Hux series),5287 words, ongoing short series, E, Star Wars, Alien Series, Xenomorph/Armitage Hux. Xenophilia, Oviposition, Alien Sex, Weird Biology, Mpreg (technically), Forced Breeding, Body Horror, Cannibalism, Blood and Gore, Birthing, Hive Mind, Tentacles, Interspecies Relationship.
The Xenomorph did not have the ability to find a Queen within the atmosphere of Quesh, and so it took one, reformed the strongest mind that it had found into a mate, a warm sheath for its brood.
My mother has read and complimented these stories. That should be enough of a reason for me to rec it.
Hey, can you recommend me some good malec fanfics? Don't care if it's fluff or smut (i heard you are a fan of botton!alec 😉 ) just tell me if there's anything good
FIC RECS #1
Hello! Thank you for coming to me for this. I have
lots of Malec recommendations! Right now I’m just going to give you some of the
one’s I have in my new phone but maybe later I will add the one’s I have in my
-This fanfics are a mix of a lot of things: fluff,
angst, smut (yes, I’m a fan of bottom!Alec :D), some AUs, and some are very
-I put some Notes to express my opinions and
other stuff (they are kinda lame :p sorry haha)
-Just click in the title to open the fic and if there’s an issue with the link just let me know.
-I put how many chapters each story has and where
is posted next to the title.
-They are not in order of how I like them or
whatever, it was just how I found them, I put them here.
-Also I put a (*) before the fic title for the one’s I
think you should really read!! The one’s
I really loved the most of this list.
-I’m sorry if there’s some mistakes in my English, it’s
not my native language.
Summary: Alec is fairly popular, he has his friends and his brother and
sister, and no one seems to mind that he doesn’t talk that much. He’s not
exactly shy, he’s just awkward and gets nervous around strangers.
Magnus is a senior, a year above Alec, and he’s quite possibly the most
beautiful person Alec has ever laid eyes upon. The problem isn’t that he’s a
year older, however. It’s that he has a girlfriend.
And, of course, if Alec ever was to start a conversation with Magnus,
he’d probably trip over his own feet, stumble over his words, and faceplant
into the ground … or something.
The embarrassment just isn’t worth it. Or is it?
Notes: This is a really sweet AU with a cute Alec with
Summary: I’m trivial. I’ve always believed I’m
trivial. But he says that’s not true. He says I’m a lot more than trivial. He
says I’ll always be more to him. He told me I’m his first of safe and risks. He
told me I’m his first in his mind which shouts important and unnecessary
recollections. He told me I’m his first of anything but trivial. And I can’t
help but wanting to believe him.
has a lot of angst, I’m serious. You suffer with this but like I love angst,
wow, it was amazing. And the end… well, it ends with angst but also in a good
Summary: The Lightwoods have long since been cursed
with corruptibility. In the year of the Angel 1645, Robert made a deal with the
devil himself. In exchange for the security of his position, he took an oath to
give one of his children. Now the Prince of Hell has come to collect.
I haven’t read the last chapters, I think I’m in chapter 13 but this story is
so good! It has a lot of potential and the plot is really good and unique.
“I don’t like it when people are touching my things
!” he answered angrily.
Alec frowned, did someone touch Chairman Meow ? He
didn’t notice the possessive glare of Magnus focused on him.
oKaY THIS STORY IS AMAZING! The summary doesn’t make justice to what the story is
really about!! It’s amazing!!!! Right now everything is getting solved and I’m
impatient for the next chapters!! Oh and angst hehe.
Summary: The Circle which led by Jonathan Morgenstern
was hunting Downworlders. Jonathan’s lover, Alec Ligthwood, suddenly showed up
and asked Magnus for help with a baby in his arms. Said Warlock never expected
the pain and love followed. Through their way to redemption, something
developed between them. *Hints of abuse, sexual content and Mpreg
Summary: All Alec wanted was for his family to be
safe. Unfortunately, a dangerous mutant ability and a terrifying mistake
can’t–won’t–leave him and his siblings alone. If he wants his loved ones to
survive, he’s going to have to face his fears, and worse, himself.
Xmen Universe AU. Again, wonderful plot! This is going to have a second part
but it’s not posted yet. This First is finished. This author’s fics are really angsty but I love them.
Summary: Alec is a ballet dancer with a permanent
Magnus is a glittering fashion designer with a knack
for gift buying
They meet and misunderstandings take place. This is
*All characters apart from my own belong to the genius
that is Cassie Clare*
oHmYgOd I’m in love with this!!! Ballet dancer!Alec is everything!! So cute and
also kind of stalker!Magnus. The author changed slightly Alec’s appearance but
I’m ok with it <3. And the chapter are so long!
Magnus nips at Alec’s perspiring, over heated flesh
with an enthusiastic mouth, tongue flicking out to lap at the subtle rivulets
of sweat and his groan reverberates through Alec, deep and intoxicating. His
agile fingers stray under the hem of Alec’s shirt, sweeping blistering trails
of fire across his abdomen, muscles quivering and tensing under the numbing
ministrations. The pure skin on skin contact is devastatingly stunning, by the
Angel, and Alec clenches his teeth to smother his cry, head tumbling back onto
(clubbing and some sexy dancing leads to some hot,
rather filthy sex.)
Summary: Years ago the Lightwoods asked Magnus for
help: sending their only child Alexander to a mundane family and being raised
like one. 17 years later Magnus received a call and he had no choice but rescue
Alec, both physically and psychologically. *Warnings inside. Malec, AU.
This story deals with dark topics and Malec’s relationship develops slowly (at
least the romantic one).
Summary: Ever since his Father got caught with another
woman and thrown out of the house, cheaters have disgusted Alexander Lightwood.
So what is he to do when he falls in love with one? / AU, more chapters to
This a LARGE story, well it has a lot of chapters but they are not that long. I
read the story in like 3 days? And it’s good, I mean, I wouldn’t have read it
if it wasn’t great. Somethings are kind of… off. But I loved it. ALSO it has
age-gap. Magnus is 30 and Alec 18 then 19, I think.
Summary: Modern Malec AU where you can see every color
but the color of your soulmates eyes.
Soulmates are a lost romance that have been shrouded
over with fear of abandonment or fear of love, but sometimes lost romances can
be brought back. Sometimes all it takes is a color. Maybe the color gold.
Alexander Lightwood thought he was normal. He has a
normal family, a normal school, a normal life. But when his parents decide to
move him and his two siblings from Chicago to New York, Alec’s would is turned
upside down. Between meeting his somewhat famous soulmate and his parents’
demanding an mysterious job, Alec realizes that his life is far more
complicated than he thought.
AMAZING STORY! This is a soulmates AU but also deals with other topics and right
now one of the main plots is starting to reveal itself.
Summary: Malec orphanage AU: Magnus has lived there
since he’d been nine years old, and now one year before he has to leave the
Institute, a new kid comes along. Alec Lightwood hates orphanages, hates foster
families. He just wants to be left alone with his anger at the world. Two
worlds clash like thunder and lightning and both guys are in for an interesting
This amazing story is written by one of my favorite Tumblr users: @freakypumpkin Also check
her other stories in her fanfiction profile, they are awesome! (also check her opinions of the TMI books on her Tumblr, omg <3)
Summary: The man with the cat eyes spoke, “Alexander?”
Alec froze, all the memories, all the dreams that he’d had with this man came
flooding back to him. This was his soulmate, his soulmate that he hasn’t seen
in much to long.
Sometimes confusing and sometimes frustrating when some things happen (I’m not
going to say them because spoiler) but is good.
Summary: When Alec was 13, he stopped speaking for
almost a year. Five years later, Alec is forced to deal with the trauma of his
past while learning to accept and love himself. Malec, Alec/Jace friendship and
Lightwood family dynamics. See warnings inside.
Deals with dark topics and has a lot of angst. There’s a second part for this story
and you can check it on the author’s profile.
Summary: While out on a hunt, Alec is cornered by a
shapeless demon that seeks to use him to have his revenge against the warlock
Magnus Bane. The demon casts a curse making it so that if Alec and Magnus do
not vow and prove to love each other forever, the shadowhunter will die, the
catch? Alec and Magnus are broken up! loosely based in the song “Sweet curse”
by Floor Jansen.
this curse omg. I’m waiting for the next chapter like crazy because somethings
have happened and maybe it’s gonna be over soon.
Summary: “The good thing, it’s that I will get
some paid vacations to Los Angeles, and that I am convinced that Alexander
Lightwood has a lot to hide. And I will find out every little dirty secret he
might have and show it to the world to let them know that their golden boy it’s
nothing more than a fake.” I let out and evil laugh. This was going to be
Interesting story and there’s just one chapter left that the author hasn’t
posted and maybe she or he would never post but chapters 8 and 9 wow yay.
Summary: Alec Lightwood is the most beautiful and
talented classically trained ballet dancer at the New York Arts Institute. He’s
pressured by everyone in his life to carry the honor of the Lightwood name in
the New York performing arts world, he feels trapped in a box. Magnus Bane is
the most liked, respected, gorgeous, and innately talented hip-hop freestyle
dancer who was accepted to the Institute on scholarship. He puts on the happy
face for everyone around him, but inside he is broken and badly scarred by his
past. When Alec finds himself wanting to branch out and add free movement to
his final senior piece he seeks the help of the one person he’s been secretly
drawn to for years. The one person he knows lives very much outside of the box.
I just read this a few days ago but omg I’m in love with ballet dancer!Alec and
I want more!!
Summary: AU story: Alec Lightwood is a freshman at
college looking for a job. Magnus Bane is a single parent looking for a
babysitter. Magnus thought it would be simple getting a babysitter, and it was.
Though it’s not so easy to keep his hands to himself from this sexy freshman…
Age-gap, M-Rate later, kinks, smut and other sexiness.
This story has a lot of smut! Like A LOT!! I’m serious, and like it says it has
age-gap for like 6 years? More or less.
psst my birthday was two days ago, got any snippets you could be persuaded to part with? (no pressure if not)
Happy belated birthday! Hope it was a good one! :)
And since you asked so nicely, here’s another Anabasis snippet. This one follows pretty closely after this one, and is just before Anakin’s deposition to the Senate (which I am definitely keeping secret for now, sorry).
Anakin meets with the Chancellor and Vice Chair of the Republic and tells them about the clones. (Warnings for: talk of slavery, body horror, psychological conditioning, mind control, and all the other things that come with clone territory. Also, Anakin has a flashback.)
Anakin studied the leaders of the Republic with interest.
He’d met them both before, of course, though under very different
circumstances. And when Padmé made the introductions, they’d both acted as
though they were meeting him for the first time. He wondered if it was some
strange idea of courtesy, or if they truly needed to believe he was a different
person now than he had been.
Even so, Organa still seemed a bit nervous. Perhaps he was
remembering the last time they’d met.
Anakin should have been pleased, but the thought tasted like
rot in his mouth. There was a riot of blood pounding in his head. Somewhere,
someone was screaming.
“Anakin,” Padmé said sharply, and he blinked and pulled
himself away, out of the jungle and back into his little cell.
“New information you have to share about the clone army,
hmm?” Yoda prodded, watching Anakin sharply.
A new killer causes a worldwide media sensation by committing crimes so depraved, that they’re creating a global panic. It appears that he chooses his victims random, but they’re always accompanied by a riddle that leads to the next one. Special Agent and Profiler Hermione Granger teams up with Draco Malfoy to stop the killer—if they can solve his most complex and terrifying puzzle.
Will Hermione see through the killer’s game before her time runs out? Or will she lose herself in his maze of terror?
Warnings: Psychological anguish / Torture / Murder / Explicit Murder / Bestial ways to kill someone / Blood and Gore / Modern AU / Serial!killer AU /Psychopathology & Sociopathy
1. THE PATHOLOGICAL LIAR is skillfully deceptive and very convincing. Avoids accountability by diverting topics, dodging questions, and making up new lies, bluffs or threats when questioned. His memory is self serving as he denies past statements. Constant chaos and diverting from reality is their chosen environment.
2. THE CONTRACT BREAKER agrees to anything then turns around and does the opposite. Marriage, Legal, Custody agreements, normal social/personal protocol are meaningless. This con artist will accuse you of being the contract breaker. Enjoys orchestrating legal action and playing the role of the ‘poor me’ victim.
3. THE HIGH ROLLER Successfully plows and backstabs his way to the top. His family a disposable prop in his success facade. Is charismatic, eloquent and intelligent in his field, but often fakes abilities and credentials. Needs to have iron-fisted control, relying on his manipulation skills. Will ruthlessly support, exploit or target others in pursuit of his ever-changing agenda. Mercilessly abuses the power of his position. Uses treachery or terrorism to rule or govern. Potential problem or failure situations are delegated to others. A vindictive bully in the office with no social or personal conscience. Often suspicious and paranoid. Others may support him to further their own Mephistophelian objectives, but this wheeler-dealer leaves them holding the bag. Disappears quickly when consequences loom.
4. THE SEXUAL NARCISSIST is often hypersexual (male or female). Pornography, masturbation, incest are reported by his targets. Anything, anyone, young, old, male/female, are there for his gratification. This predator takes what is available. Can have a preference for ‘sado-maso’ sexuality. Often easily bored, he demands increasingly deviant stimulation. However, another behaviour exists, the one who withholds sex or emotional support. Expect this type to try to degrade you. Get away from him. Expect him to tell lies about your sexuality to evade exposure of his own.
5. THE BLAME-GAME NARCISSIST never accepts responsibility. Blames others for his failures and circumstances. A master at projection.
6. THE VIOLENT NARCISSIST is a wife-Beater, Murderer, Serial Killer, Stalker, Terrorist. Has a ‘chip-on-his-shoulder’ attitude. He lashes out and destroys or uses others (particularly women and children) as scapegoats for his aggression or revenge. He has poor impulse control. Fearless and guiltless, he shows bad judgement. He anticipates betrayal, humiliation or punishment, imagines rejection and will reject first to ‘get it over with’. He will harass and push to make you pay attention to him and get a reaction. He will try to make you look out of control. Can become dangerous and unpredictable. Has no remorse or regard for the rights of others.
7. THE CONTROLLER/MANIPULATOR pits people against each other. Keeps his allies and targets separated. Is verbally skillful at twisting words and actions. Is charismatic and usually gets his way. Often undermines our support network and discourages us from seeing our family and friends. Money is often his objective. Other people’s money is even better. He is ruthless, demanding and cruel. This control-freak bully wants you pregnant, isolated and financially dependent on him. Appears pitiful, confused and in need of help. We rush in to help him with our finances, assets, and talents. We may be used as his proxy interacting with others on his behalf as he sets us up to take the fall or enjoys the performance he is directing.
8. THE SUBSTANCE ABUSER Alcohol, drugs, you name it, this N does it. We see his over-indulgence in food, exercise or sex and his need for instant gratification. Will want you to do likewise.
9. OUR “SOUL MATE” is cunning and knows who to select and who to avoid. He will come on strong, sweep us off our feet. He seems to have the same values, interests, goals, philosophies, tastes, habits. He admires our intellect, ambition, honesty and sincerity. He wants to marry us quickly. He fakes integrity, appears helpful, comforting, generous in his ‘idealization’ of us phase. It never lasts. Eventually Jekyll turns into Hyde. His discarded victims suffer emotional and financial devastation. He will very much enjoy the double-dipping attention he gets by cheating. We end the relationship and salvage what we can, or we are discarded quickly as he attaches to a “new perfect soul mate”. He is an opportunistic parasite. Our “Knight in Shining Armor” has become our nightmare. Our healing is lengthy.
10. THE QUIET NARCISSIST is socially withdrawn, often dirty, unkempt. Odd thinking is observed. Used as a disguise to appear pitiful to obtain whatever he can.
11. THE SADIST is now the fully-unmasked malignant narcissist. His objective is watching us dangle as he inflicts emotional, financial, physical and verbal cruelty. His enjoyment is all too obvious. He’ll be back for more. His pleasure is in getting away with taking other people’s assets. His target: women, children, the elderly, anyone vulnerabie.
12. THE RAGER flies off the handle for little or no provocation. Has a severely disproportionate overreaction. Childish tantrums. His rage can be intimidating. He wants control, attention and compliance. In our hurt and confusion we struggle to make things right. Any reaction is his payoff. He seeks both good or bad attention. Even our fear, crying, yelling, screaming, name calling, hatred are his objectives. If he can get attention by cruelty he will do so.
13. THE BRAINWASHER is very charismatic. He is able to manipulate others to obtain status, control, compliance, money, attention. Often found in religion and politics. He masterfully targets the naive, vulnerable, uneducated or mentally weak.
14. THE RISK-TAKING THRILL-SEEKER never learns from his past follies and bad judgment. Poor impulse control is a hallmark.
15. THE PARANOID NARCISSIST is suspicious of everything usually for no reason. Terrified of exposure and may be dangerous if threatened. Suddenly ends relationships if he anticipates exposure or abandonment.
16. THE IMAGE MAKER will flaunt his ‘toys’, his children, his wife, his credentials and accomplishments. Admiration, attention, even glances from others, our envy or our fear are his objective. He is never satisfied. We see his arrogance and haughty strut as he demands center stage. He will alter his mask at will to appear pitiful, inept, solicitous, concerned, or haughty and superior. Appears the the perfect father, husband, friend - to those outside his home.
17. THE EMOTIONAL VACUUM is the cruellest blow of all. We learn his lack of empathy. He has deceived us by his cunning ability to mimic human emotions. We are left numbed by the realization. It is incomprehensible and painful. We now remember times we saw his cold vacant eyes and when he showed odd reactions. Those closest to him become objectified and expendable.
18. THE SAINTLY NARCISSIST proclaims high moral standing. Accuses others of immorality. “Hang ‘em high” he says about the murderer on the 6:00 news. This hypocrite lies, cheats, schemes, corrupts, abuses, deceives, controls, manipulates and torments while portraying himself of high morals.
19. THE CALLING-CARD NARCISSIST forewarns his targets. Early in the relationship he may ‘slip up’ revealing his nature saying “You need to protect yourself around me” or “Watch out, you never know what I’m up to.” We laugh along with him and misinterpret his words. Years later, coping with the devastation left behind, his victims recall the chilling warning.
20. THE PENITENT NARCISSIST says “I’ve behaved horribly, I’ll change, I love you, I’ll go for therapy.” Appears to ‘come clean’ admitting past abuse and asking forgiveness. Claims we are at fault and need to change too. The sincerity of his words and actions appear convincing. We learn his words are verbal hooks. He knows our vulnerabilities and what buttons to push. We question our judgement about his disorder. We can disregard “Fool me once…” We hope for change and minimize past abuse. With a successful retargeting attempt, this N will enjoy his second reign of terror even more if we allow him back in our lives.
Look, I’m usually an utter fiend when it comes to fics. But for mp100 I haven’t found a great NUMBER and good fics, and it’s purely because I haven’t searched enough. It’s super sad. But I still do have some!
A breach of trust by @phantomrose96 : (warnings: psychological horror esque and child abuse, but know that it is not in support of them) of course I have to recommend this one, OF COURSE I DO. If you haven’t read this yet, read it right now. I’m fairly certain this is the most popular mp100 fic? It deserves that title, though—the writing is phenomenal. With every new chapter, I always wrench out at least 5 new draws for it, it’s crazy. The premise is that mob’s Shishou is mogami, not Reigen, and you can already see why that’s bad. But that’s just the tip of the iceberg…this story will fuck. You. Up. I’m trying really hard not to spoil everything. Please just let my utter passion for this story speak for itself. Just please choose to get invested in this heart wrenching story (Also the author is a total sweetheart but that’s not exactly related to the plot)
Pompeii by @terumobbed : this is a brilliant character study of minori asagiri by my dear friend. Her writing is so hurtful, and I loved the way she characterized minori. If you want more minori, you’re basically saying you want this fic, enough said
Wake by @amaranthinecanicular : I read this all in one sitting ? It’s an ageswap fic, and I adore how the author characterized mob and Reigen. There’s also the sweetest relationship between mob and teru that sweetens my cold cold heart……………. The family loving feelings are so good in this one. Please read this
A house made of cards by @phantomrose96 : um. I’m not sure what to say with this. It’s incredibly incredibly good, and I can’t tell you to avoid it because you simply must read it, but…stay on your toes. This one will hurt. Go in warily. That’s all I can say.
UHHHHH WOW! HECK! this is an AU where ???%, a separate entity, is trapped in Reigen. This kept me on my toes and satisfied a horrible part of myself. It’s very interesting, very fascinating………. Warnings for body horror tho!!!!! But UNF if ur into that stuff like i am just go right in you’ll heckin love it
WARNINGS: psychological / emotional abuse; not underage
SUMMARY: She’s Ben’s world: the only thing he cares about, the only thing he needs, the only one who matters. That interest used to be focused on Rey’s power, her talent, her fierce, uncompromising will. Platonic, if not innocent, but now—now he still loves her like a protege, but he wants her too. He wants her, and he can’t keep lying to himself about it.
NOTES: Here, have a Jedi Master!Ben and Padawan!Rey AU. :D
I didn’t mark this fic with an underage warning because nothing physical happens between Ben and Rey until she’s eighteen. There is, however, significant discussion of her infatuation with Ben from the time she’s sixteen, so please be aware of that.
@reylotrashcompactor has been helping me with this fic for months, and I owe her many thanks for her help. The good news is that I have half of this story already written, and I plan to stick to a 1-2 week update schedule until it’s complete.
There is no abuse between Rey and Kylo in this fic. The psychological/emotional abuse warning is included because of Snoke’s mental abuse of Ben.
WHO ARE YOU? (i’m no one)
- point of origin -
Here is a quiet truth that Ben has always kept close: he’s never alone.
Some powerful, compelling voice whispers secrets in his ear, shows him visions and makes tantalizing promises. When he listens well, the stranger who invades his mind gives effusive praise, telling Ben how strong and good he is. But if he ignores or disobeys orders, he can look forward to blinding pain behind his eyes, so miserable that it makes him vomit and weep.
His mother took him to a dozen different doctors throughout his childhood, desperate to solve the mystery of his debilitating headaches, but none of them ever discovered the source of his pain.
There’s nothing wrong with him, a bewildered doctor once said. Not physically, at least.
Ben has never told anyone about the voice in his head, at first because it ordered him not to. Now he keeps his silence out of fear that he’s mad, every bit as crazy as his family and his peers think he is.
Even when it doesn’t speak, Ben can feel this other presence lurking in the back of his mind. Watching and waiting, although he doesn’t know what for.
Han Solo swaggers off his newest secondhand ship—a (probably stolen) rustbucket that looks no more reliable than the last one. Dad squints against the brightness of Tatooine’s twin suns, strides over to Master Luke, and pulls him into a warm embrace.
He’s warier when he approaches Ben, maybe because he hasn’t visited the Jedi Academy in over three years. Then again, he’s always been too careful around his son, guarded with his words and hesitant with his affection. Never sure of what to expect from his unpredictable child, yet usually anticipating the worst.
Ben wishes he didn’t know these things, but his father’s mind is open to him through the Force, just like everyone else’s. And maybe this is why he has so much trouble trusting: because he can sense the ugly truths lurking beneath people’s facades.
Still, he throws a friendly arm around Ben’s shoulders and asks, “How’s my boy?”
“Twenty-three, as of last month, and much too old to be called a boy,” Ben says. “I’ll forgive you, though; I know you’ve never been any good at keeping up with birthdays.”
Ben means it as a joke, but his voice comes out sharper than intended, and his father’s touch falls away.
Even though Dad doesn’t say anything, Ben can feel the regret radiating off of him. Guilt for foisting his unplanned and unwanted child off on Luke thirteen years ago. Shame for being an absent father long before that. But there’s anger too, because he resents that his son never lets him forget his shortcomings.
“How are you?” Ben asks.
“Can’t complain,” Dad says, and now he’s smiling, an expression that deepens the lines bracketing his mouth.
His father’s hair has gone fully grey, his skin thinner and more wrinkled, since Ben last saw him face to face. And when they walk to the temple, he notices that his gait has finally begun to slow, his stride grown less powerful than it used to be. Ben looks away, unsettled.
Dad joins the Jedi for their evening meal, his overloud voice too exuberant in this subdued temple. The younglings beg for smuggling tales, the older Padawans for details of his adventures during the war. Dad brags his way through dinner, and his storytelling even makes Master Luke smile.
His father doesn’t show it, but Ben can tell how out of place he feels here. A man with no sensitivity to the mystical energies of the galaxy, whose faith rests in what he can see and touch, surrounded by the Force’s chosen few. He covers his discomfort with tall tales and laughter, but Ben can see right through him.
Obessive/Posessive behavior, Stalking, Invasion of Privacy, Sexual Content, …
▼Summary: Jang Hweji gets anonymous texts from her stalker secret admirer everyday. He claims he loves her and that he would do anything to please her. But yet he threatens her by saying that he’ll kill everyone she loves if she does one wrong move.