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maccreadysbaby · 1 year

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CRASH AND BURN™︎

fem!oc x preston garvey

in which a strange girl shows up in the commonwealth to tell the minutemen that an old enemy is rising up from the capital wasteland, and they’re not just coming for kicks and giggles. oh, and an unassuming second-in-command manages to catch her silver eye, even on the brink of war.

❝ if this is what it feels like to fall for you, garvey, i don’t want to stop until i crash and burn ❞

this is chapter five. full chapter masterlist can be found here.

TW: none

❝ ANSWERS ❞

Vault 62, DC, Capital Wasteland

Aug 7, 2288, 1700

— “HOW ON EARTH COULD RIOT GO MISSING IN A VAULT?” Heartley’s mother questioned, shaking her head as she dissected something that looked vaguely like a brain. Heartley decided she wasn’t going to stare at it much. Instead, she sat at her mother’s desk, spinning around and around in the desk chair. That was most of what she did working with her mom.

“I dunno, but Alec was a massive dick about it. He hit Scout,” She explained. The incident had only been an hour ago, and it was still fresh in her mind.

Her mother glanced up at her, eyes wide. “He what?”

“He punched Scout in the face and made his nose bleed,” Heartley reiterated, spinning around in a circle. “Made Simon cry, too, I’m pretty sure. Disappeared after Alec blabbed about his mom.”

“Good grief,” The woman in the lab coat sighed, picking at the floppy pink thing on her table. “What a massive man child. If only he wasn’t our leader. Corrupted leadership is a definite way to destroy a group like the Enclave.”

Heartley huffed. “Why won’t he just believe us when we say we don’t know?”

Her mother shrugged from her spot, focused on her dissecting. “You guys aren’t exactly the most popular people in the vault. And, no offense, but Scout, Riot, and Chicago are pretty sketchy. I would understand why he didn’t believe you.”

“But Tuesday runs with us, and he’s, like, more morally upright than most adults in this place,”

“He’s also a teenager. Teenagers are fickle and unpredictable. And really good at hiding things.”

Heartley groaned like a child, tilting her head back against the back of the chair. “I mean, I’m glad you and Alec got all happy-slappy and had me, but I hate him on literally every other level.”

“Me, too.” Her mother stated simply. She poked at the brain a few more times.

“I’m… slightly worried for the answer, but I must ask: why are you playing patty-cake with someone’s brain?” Heartley questioned, scrunching her nose as she focused too hard on the gross, floppy thing across the room.

“It’s for Courser studies, honey,” Her mother sighed. “Oh, by the way, Dr. Jones stopped by for an evening check over. You wouldn’t happen to know anything about that, would you?”

Heartley shrugged. “I just… uh, you deserve to be happy, mom.” She deadpanned.

“No, you were trying to get your hands on Tuesday and Simon. I wasn’t born yesterday,” Her mom chuckled. “I don’t mind his company, but it would at least be nice if I got a little warning.”

“Sorry,” Heartley snickered. But her smile quickly faded into a blank stare, and she continued: “…mom?”

At the change of tone, her mother looked up and paused what she was doing. “What is it, baby?”

Heartley spun slightly, pulling at her vibrant red curls. “Do you think Riot’s dead? He has a lot of people in here that don’t like him.”

“Oh, honey…” Her mother cooed, dropping her tools and peeling off her gloves, heading over to the desk Heartley was sitting at. She seemed troubled, deep in thought and calculative with her words. “I… I wish I had an answer for you. The best I have is… I don’t know.”

Heartley may have been two years shy of Riot’s age, but she could remember meeting him when she was ten. That’s when they got moved into the vault, when their little friend group formed because they were the only nine kids in the whole place. She remembered sitting in the boring classroom with him, flipping pencils back and forth when the teacher wasn’t looking. She remembered when they were thirteen and fifteen, and he gave her her first cigarette. (She almost died.) He started drug dealing with they were fourteen and sixteen, and she always covered for him because he wasn’t sly back then. She had her first kiss with him when they were seventeen and nineteen — something she didn’t necessarily regret but definitely wouldn’t do again.

She knew everyone had their memories with him: Markus, Scout, Chicago, Mercury, Jericho, Tuesday, and Simon. They all loved him like a brother. A sketchy, drug-dealing brother, but a brother nonetheless. A brother that might be dead.

Heartley’s mother rubbed her shoulder gently. “Riot is resourceful. If he got out of the vault, like Alec thinks, he’ll survive.”

Heartley shook her head. “I don’t think he left, mom. I think someone killed him.”

Her mother stiffened. “Honey…”

“If the vault door opened there would’ve been sirens and lights and crap. And there wasn’t anything. Unless he climbed out through a hole somewhere, there’s no way out without alerting literally everyone inside. I don’t know why I didn’t realize that earlier…” Heartley trailed off, looking down at her lap. “I think he’s dead, mom.”

“Don’t jump to conclusions, sweetheart, it isn’t good for your mind,” She stated, brushing a hand through Heartley’s hair. “He could be hiding for whatever reason. He’ll probably come out of hiding and tell one of you guys what’s going on soon enough.”

Heartley sighed, rising from the chair. “I’m going to bed.”

“Okay, hon. Come get me if you need me, okay?”

Heartley nodded, and her mother gave her a quick peck on the cheek before she left the lab and headed toward the residential sector.

Surely Alec realized the lights and alarms would’ve gone off if the door was opened. Was he hiding something?

As she thudded down the stairs, she caught sight of Simon, by himself, in the medbay, cleaning. She took a quick detour and drifted up into the doorframe, leaning against the metal without him noticing.

“…You okay?”

He flinched, but when his eyes landed on her, his expression softened. He wasn’t even pretending to hide the dullness in his eyes. He had his lab coat on even though he was alone.

“Yeah,” He replied, turning back around and silently organizing supplies in the drawers of a starkly-clean worktop. She bit the inside of her cheek and sucked in a breath.

“I’m really sorry about your mom. I had no idea,” Heartley said softly, fiddling with her fingers a bit.

“It’s fine,” He murmured, not peeling his eyes away from the supplies ahead of him. “It was a long time ago.”

She tapped her fingers against her thighs, turning and pushing the button that shut the door of the medbay. Simon turned and looked at her in confusion.

“Where do you think Riot actually is?” She deadpanned.

Simon sighed, shrugging. “I don’t have a clue. Did you hear that Alec put out a vault-wide message about him? Showed up on my dads terminal earlier.”

“Yeah, my mom got it in her lab. Pretty funny that he labeled him ‘DNI, potentially dangerous’.” Heartley stated, glancing down. “Please tell me I’m not the only one who thinks he… maybe…”

“Made a few too many enemies? I hate to admit it, but it’s been floating around in the back of my mind, too,” He said slowly, leaning lightly against one of the rolling stretchers.

“Yeah…” Heartley muttered. “If he left the vault, there would be-“

“Alarms and stuff? Yeah, I thought about that when Alec was taking out his pent up anger on us,” Simon ran a hand through his dark hair, huffing. “Scout usually knows where Riot is even if he goes dark to the rest of us. And the fact that Scout doesn’t know worries me.”

Riot did have a habit of going dark. He had ever since they entered the vault. Scout always knew why and where, but he didn’t this time, which made it all the worse. Made Heartley and Simon’s deepest, darkest assumptions feel a little closer to reality.

“You know, we could… check the security terminal. See if the vault door was opened recently or not. Check if they have any files on Riot…”

Simon glanced up at her, creasing his brow. “You want to break in to the security office?”

She shifted. “No, I want answers. How I get them is different. At least if we know the door hasn’t been opened then he has to be inside.”

Simon ran a hand through his hair again. “How do you expect us to do that? Security is riddled with Coursers.”

“We just need to get them out of the room for a little bit, not slay them like Grognak. There are plenty of ways to do that.”

Simon snorted. “Like what?”

Heartley threw her arms up. “Like, we could blow something up.”

“With what?”

“Or we could… cause a power outage,”

“And shut off the terminal we need?”

“We can… poison them all!”

“If you want to be a spy, go ahead,” Simon chuckled. “But I just thought of a fool-proof way to get them running wherever we want.”

Heartley put her hands on her hips, raising a skeptical eyebrow. “And what’s that?”

—

Bela Devaroux, in all her black bob and blue eyed glory, pounded on the security room door at the front of the vault with as much urgent force as she could muster. It was night, ten pm on a Thursday, so the squad inside was short by two. “Hey! Hey!”

The metal door slid open, revealing two men in a white security uniform like Jackson Hannigan. There was a third, a Courser in the back corner, waiting for orders like an attack dog.

“What do you need, lady?”

“I just saw- I just saw Riot Kildare! And he had… he had a gun and… and something that looked like a bomb! Going into the residential sector! Please!” Bela’s bright blue eyes were wide and brimming at the bottom with fear as she pointed. “Please, I’m scared he’s gonna hurt people!”

The guards looked at one another skeptically. “Look, are you sure it was him?”

“Yes, I’m sure, he’s one of my regulars!” She shouted, sounding almost crazed. “Please, please, go!”

The security officers shared another glance, until the one at the door finally muttered. “Come on, Z9. Stay here until we come back, ma’am.”

The three of them jogged past a frantic Bela, heading back toward the Atrium. Once their footsteps echoed away, the girl snickered and cocked a hip, glancing at her nails. “Too easy.”

Heartley and Simon drifted out of the shadows, and Heartley handed Bela a bag of caps. “Thanks, you’re the best.”

Bela took the bag and weighed it slightly. “Hey, I’m doing it for Riot. I hope you find out where he is.”

Heartley smiled lightly, and Bela did, too, disappearing back into the main area of the vault. Simon nudged Heartley’s shoulder.

“Go. I’m sure they won’t leave this place empty for long,”

Heartley, without a reply, walked into the security room, steel gray eyes bouncing from the lockers, to the row of desks, to the terminal that sat on a nearby table.

“You better know how to unlock this thing,” She stated, crossing her arms as Simon hunched over the terminal in his lab coat.

“Trust me, terminal security is not the most secure thing in the world. A kid could break it if they payed enough attention to the words,” He replied. “It might take a minute, though.”

Heartley sighed, walking around the small security room, glancing at the empty coffee cups and clipboards that sat around. She wondered if Coursers drank coffee.

After a high-pitched, happy beep echoed through the room, Simon stated: “I’m in.”

Heartley drifted up by Simon’s side, bumping her shoulder against his. “That took way less than a minute.”

“Just preparing you for the worst,” He snickered. Heartley glanced down at the terminal screen ahead of them. There were four separate categories.

[INCIDENT LOGS]

[VAULT ACCESS LOGS]

[OPEN EVACUATION TUNNEL]

[MANUAL DOOR OVERRIDE]

Simon quickly navigated down to the Vault Access logs, clicking the file open. A blur of green words danced across the screen.

VAULT OPENED - 8/22/2077

VAULT SEALED - 8/22/2077

VAULT OPENED - 4/12/2217

VAULT SEALED - 2/1/2278

Heartley’s heart sunk as she scanned the worlds, and Simon sucked in a sudden breath.

“2278 was ten years ago, when we arrived. It… hasn’t been opened since then. Since they closed us in,”

Heartley stood up straight and ran a hand through her hair. That meant Riot was inside. Which meant, the odds of him having been killed raised exponentially. She got kind of dizzy thinking about it.

“But that… doesn’t mean he’s dead,” Simon clarified, backing out of the logs on the terminal. “He’s probably just… hiding. Or something. Riot’s weird.”

Heartley nodded in response even though he wasn’t looking at her. He navigated to the Incident Logs and opened them, and a huge list of names popped up. People who’d been put in confinement, she supposed. It was no surprise most of her friend group was at the top.

SCOUT BANELLI RIOT KILDARE TUESDAY JONES CHICAGO DUNBAR JERICHO AVANS BELA DEVAROUX JOHNNY HAILEN SANDY DEANGELO JUNE HOLLAND

She scrunched her nose. “Tuesday was in confinement?”

Is that how he knew Scout was, too?

Simon had the same look on his face. “I didn’t know he got in trouble. He’s like, the epitome of best-behavior.”

He clicked on the most recent file, Scout’s, and an entry almost ten pages long appeared.

“Geez, Scout sure has his hands dirty,” Simon stated, clicking all the way to the end for the most recent infringement.

8/5/2288

SCOUT BANELLI AND TUESDAY JONES WERE TAKEN INTO CUSTODY AT 0300 HOURS FOR THE ALLEGED ASSAULT AND BATTERY OF SCOUT’S FATHER, HENRY BANELLI. HE SUFFERED SEVERAL BLOWS TO THE HEAD AND TORSO. TUESDAY IS TO BE RELEASED AT 0800 HOURS ON THE SAME DAY, SCOUT IS TO BE RELEASED AT 1200 HOURS AFTER TWO CONSECUTIVE DAYS IN CONFINEMENT. NO FURTHER ACTIONS ARE TO BE TAKEN REGARDING THIS CASE.

Heartley quickly scanned the file. “Why didn’t they tell us?”

“Because Tuesdays scared,” Simon stated simply. “He’s never gotten in trouble before. Saying our fathers reaction would be catastrophic would be putting it lightly.”

“Does he think we’ll tattle?”

“No,” He huffed, backing out of the file and clicking on Tuesday’s. It had the exact same message on the screen. “He’s just afraid to tell anybody. Don’t know why I’d be included in that.”

She could hear the annoyance building in his tone as he backed out of the file and clicked on Riot’s. He also had a hefty amount of pages, so Simon navigated to the most recent one.

8/3/2288

RIOT KILDARE WAS TAKEN INTO CUSTODY AT 2100 HOURS FOR THE ALLEGED ASSAULT AND BATTERY OF DR. LEANNE HATHAWAY. SHE SUFFERED MINOR BLOWS TO THE HEAD AND TORSO. RIOT IS TO BE RELEASED AT 1200 HOURS AFTER ONE DAY IN CONFINEMENT.

“Uh, Heartley?” Simon questioned. As she finished reading the report, she leaned forward against the desk to read it again.

“Riot beat up my mom? And she didn’t say anything?” She questioned, brown knitted together in the center.

“She probably didn’t want you to be mad at him.”

“Why in the world would he do that?”

“Could’ve been high, I guess,”

Heartley huffed. “Riot doesn’t get high anymore, only Scout.”

“Could’ve relapsed,” Simon suggested, clicking off the file and navigating down to Chicago’s.

8/1/2288 CHARLIE “CHICAGO” DUNBAR WAS TAKEN INTO CUSTODY AT 2300 HOURS FOR THE USE OF ILLEGAL PRE-WAR CIGARETTES INSIDE OF THE VAULT. SHE IS TO BE RELEASED AT 1200 HOURS ON THE SAME DAY.

“Too bad. I always thought Scout or Riot would be the one that got caught with cigarettes,” Simon hummed, backing out and clicking on Jericho’s, hopefully more interesting, file.

8/4/2288

JERICHO AVANS WAS TAKEN INTO CUSTODY AT 0100 HOURS FOR CAUSING A DISTURBANCE ON THE SECOND FLOOR OF THE ATRIUM. HE WAS UNCONSCIOUS WHEN TAKEN TO CONFINEMENT, AND STAYED THAT WAY UNTIL HIS RELEASE AT 1200 HOURS THE NEXT DAY. WE WERE UNABLE TO GET A TESTIMONIAL FROM HIM OR ANYBODY ELSE ON THE DETAILS OF THE INCIDENT.

“That’s not vague at all,” Heartley snickered, running a hand through her hair. “So now we know that Riot has to be inside the vault, and that he supposedly tried to beat up my mom a couple days ago. I’d be lying if I said any of this makes his disappearance clearer.”

“Yeah, I feel you,” Simon replied, backing out of the terminal and locking it back up. “C’mon, let’s get out of here before-“

“Before someone sees what you’re up to?”

Both Heartley and Simon flinched, whirling around to face the door. Heartley hoped it was a trick, that it was one of their friends prancing them, but when her eyes met the ugly, dark ones of Jackson Hannigan, SRB Head of Security, all hope died in her veins.

The man chuckled coldly. “Looks like we’ll be adding two more names to those reports, huh?”

#oc; heartley #mb; crash and burn #fallout oc #fallout four oc #fo4 oc #preston x oc #vaultdweller #enclave #the commonwealth #commonwealth #the institute

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the-firebird69 · 3 months

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This Is What It Means To Be True American 💯🔥

This is Trump and everybody knew it they thought he was one of his and then they find out it was him and they're saying what are you doing we're holding a protest against Biden and you're sticking your face in here like working for him as yourself people looked up the name and Trump and it's a trumpster and they said once again what are you doing he backed up a little Transit call our son he tries to call her son yeah son says the charges will be reversed and he goes what do you mean I guess you'll find out the hard way talking or not a little imp so he starts blabbing and blabbing and blabbing he's saying there's a device and he used the wrong word and yeah he is Bill from kill Bill and then he's the guy who shot the person on set Alec Baldwin one of his characters in the girl is going to kill him that's what that's about. Now this idiot is so stupid that he is willing to do anything just to get on the camera I mean he is a complete fool and things that he can act like anyone and do anything when he has basically the same act and he is a huge huge a****** that gives a massive a****** and we went after him and his Baldwin and he started falling over he says so you're doing that and he's falling over again is that a rally going to stare and he fell like 12 feet of concrete to get up right away and he's limping and he says so what and the bone is sticking out his leg and he said that's what you get and his mom says it's not my name I didn't know he was doing it and since it wasn't me someone else did any plans to me and I start to whoop his ass and take all the stuff in the face of all these stupid things in the face of all this stupid Satan said suck and are lame and this guy is giving me everything and I know about the max plan so I have to take it so the guy turns around and starts yelling there's no one there of course he starts saying I'm going to shoot you and our son says oh like in the western so he's screaming it too and the police came by and they said we actually heard what you're saying it was there's a man over there and I was trying to threaten him with what I supposedly did and they said that's interesting what man and the cops were within the earshot and saw him looking a different way but they said who you're talking to and they saw a woman off in the distance and they arrested him and he's going on trial now these people know what they're doing and they're going after this clan and taking their stuff and we know about it so our son told him that and he's freaking out in the car saying and they're saying so what you're shooting people and using dumb excuses that don't fly and now it's not flying so they got matter and matter and then they said this you're a f****** and we need you out says Joe watts and he's the one starting all this trouble and I'm going to be ready and you're not because of him and they start getting really angry and they said you know what you f****** did a piece of crap and they started getting really fierce went after his idiots and said we hear it from all of them his stinking hot freaking losers told him the plan and nothing's going to happen and they didn't say this if you have it on your person you're a stupid one any stop smiled and said what I do he said you're helping Dave run his plan but kind of lame then he said you're dead you piece of s*** you're helping the max and you're helping them and they said who else is going to knock those two big fellows out you should get them to Billy Hicks format and just beat him up every hour and it makes shift to rain in a room with no windows so they're trying to do that and they like the idea and they're going to constantly do it so they started to think of something this guy is such a loser he just shouldn't be there and it tried to get him out of here a lot but what he said was important so we're going to publish

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professorllayton · 2 years

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really cannot get over alec lightwood being a banned tag....

#ALEC LIGHTWOOD!! does that scare u mr apple #blabs

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lol-jackles · 2 years

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Oooh lordy now the Rust costume chick is blabbing and blaming the camera crew for being wusses while saying how warm and fuzzy the producers are. You can read Alec repost of her long defense here while I’m over here having a tiny brain explosion.

First, Theresa is a costume designer and in my experience they’re not always on set because they’re shopping for materials and doing fittings. Of all the crew members, I think the costume people are the least likely people to know the intricate workings of the camera crew, much less knowing their hours and the amount of travel they do. Yet in her posts she apparently does???

Second, she claims accidental gun discharges are “more common than you think.” What!?!?! I’ve been on many sets over 12 years with shit load of gun works and never experienced a single accidental gun discharge. Okay, maybe Theresa has been working way more years and have been on way more sets than I have *check her IMDb* 6 shows and series and one feature film. Uh-huh, did accidental gun discharge happen in all 6 shows and series and one film?

Third, she tongue baths the producers as “warm and approachable”. The only producers I can imagine Theresa would have daily contract with is the line producer Gabriel Pickle (think SPN’s Robert Singer). You know, the one featured by Hollywood Reporter here for labor violation and in 2018 called the police on crew members for attempting to unionize and who likely threatened threatened to call the police on the Rust camera crew for taking too long to pack their gear.

Fourth, Theresa mocked the camera crew for wanting “fancier hotels” when the shitty motels should suffice since they’re big buff dudes. Look, camera crews are some of the toughest, hard working and uncomplaining workers on the set among shitty weather and shittier hours. The fact that they walked away from a movie they made a deal with and from a DP they obviously respected tells you how bad the conditions must have been. Her description of the camera crew and their motivation doesn’t make sense. Her fuzzy description of the producers contradicts so many leaked private conversations by crews and the producers’ past histories doesn’t make sense. Endorsing the hiring of an inexperience armorer on a Western full of guns and gunfights doesn’t make sense.

Fifth, did I mention Teresa works in the costume department? Right, I did. Well allow me to repeat myself, costume designers have no damn clue to what’s going on the camera side besides looking at the monitor from time to time to check their work. Teresa is a damn joke.

#rust

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ofpineapplesanddawns · 2 years

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Fluffy prompt: illogical husbands attempt to celebrate their first Valentines Day together.

Still trying to learn how to write this ship, hope I can do something fluffy with them, haha.

On with the fic!

Valentine's Day wasn't really a holiday Bill celebrated. Yes, it was something that was celebrated among lovers and the like, between children who wanted candy and cute cards from friends, with newlyweds and hopeless romantics. But for him? It was just another day, with maybe a little more sex, maybe a nice dinner.

He had tried with his ex-wife in their early years together, but it wasn't something they kept up.

From what he could tell, Alec didn't even seem to care about the holiday. Yes, he had gotten something nice for Daisy, because he was the sort of father who liked to treat her, nothing big, just a some extra cash so she could take her girlfriend out on a date. Which, from what Bill saw, was a big deal for her and she was so happy about it.

But was there something for Bill? No, Alec hadn't really said anything, and Bill hadn't mentioned the holiday at all. Yet, it still troubled him, what do you get for your very first (and hopefully only) boyfriend?

Bill was a professional when it came to the bedside part of a relationship, and he had tried romance with his wife and his mistress, but... yeah, not the best track record with that. What could he do for Alec that would be enjoyable and of the detective's tastes? He wasn't one for tacky, and he wasn't the biggest romantic, even though he could actually be very sweet when he wanted to be.

Alec had, on their first date, spent a rather good chunk of money on fine wine for Bill, even though Bill tended to like harder stuff. Still, it was a sweet gesture, and he had told Alec that he didn't need to try to hard to impress him, really.

Still, this was their first Valentine's Day together, and their first major holiday (was this really a major holiday?) together, as their first Christmas was spent with Bill in the states dealing with things there, and Alec had gone to Scotland to visit his elderly father. Bill wanted this to be special!

"Just treat him to a nice dinner, jeez!" Betty snorted loudly over the phone, as if to tell him he was overthinking this.

"But it's such a cliche." Bill replied, toying with a pen on his desk.

"And? Your detective love sounds like he would rather somethin' simple, yeah? From how to blab about him, he seems more closed off than you, boss." Betty said. "So, just, ya know, go simple. Take him somewhere nice! And then after you wine and dine him, but your research to good use and make him forget not only his name, but yours too."

Bill was so glad he wasn't drinking anything, because he was sure that he would have spat it all over his desk. God, he forgot how casual Betty could be about things. "You're going to be the death of me..."

"I love you too~!"

Hardy had been surprised when he arrived to his home after his shift to see Bill standing by the door, dressed in one of his nicer suits from work, with his bow tie perfectly done up.

"Bill? What're you doing here?" He asked, not that he was upset or anything, usually Bill just gave him a heads up if he was coming over.

"I, uh, I was waiting for you to be done with work. Our reservation is in an hour, and I think you have more than enough time to get into a less... wrinkled suit." Bill said, clearing his throat, looking flustered.

Hardy blinked twice, then walked up to the door, looking Bill over. "You're taking me out for dinner." He said, then it clicked. "Oh. It's Valentine's Day."

"Yes... is that... alright?" Bill asked, looking ready to hightail it down the street.

"I didn't even think you wanted to do anything tonight, you don't seem the type."

"I'm not really, but I figured it would be nice to treat you tonight, if you're alright with that. If not, I could cancel-" But Hardy shook his head, moving to unlock the front door.

"No, no, it's fine, Bill. Just let me get changed, I'll find something nicer to wear, just take a seat while you wait."

Bill quietly nodded, stepping inside and headed for the living room as Hardy made his way to his room. He was very surprised that Bill was doing this, normally they would just stay in for a date, or maybe hit up a diner or something, but reservations? Hm, can't complain, Hardy hadn't been treated like this in... actually, he had no idea when he had last done something like this.

And him being set up on dates didn't count, those never counted.

But now... Hardy felt bad, he hadn't actually planned on anything, Bill gave no hints that he wanted to do anything, so Hardy didn't go out and do something.

Shit, he'll have to do something on a later date.

After changing into one of his nicer outfits, one that was actually without wrinkles, and freshening up, he went to the living room and approached Bill. "Well, let's get going, before we lose out table."

Bill looked up, blinking a few times, before coughing, straightening his bow tie. He seemed flustered again before getting up. "Right, yes, let's do that. You look very handsome tonight, Alec."

"And I don't any other night?" Hardy replied, making Bill sputter as he passed him to go to the door. "Let's go, Bill." He said, a bit of amusement in his voice at the reaction he got.

Bill huffed and walked up to the door, but leaned in, kissing Hardy on the lips. Something light, sweet, and yet there was still a lot to it. "You're right, we don't want to be late. Come along."

Hardy nodded, closing and locking the door behind him before following after Bill to his car.

#illogical husbands #good omens extended universe #john's drabbles

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khaleesiofalicante · 3 years

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“Your mother,” David whispered. “He hurt your mother.”

He knew about those from New York. He knew Mr Herondale and Miss Fairchild went for one together

YES OMG WHAT A FUCKING GOOD IDEA

“Even when they did the most unimaginable acts of cruelty, it somehow managed to fit into our imagination. We accepted that the world can be unrealistically cruel. The kind of cruelty we will never understand. But why isn’t it the same for kindness? Why is that when someone is too kind, we automatically feel uncomfortable? We judge their intensions or think they are just pretending to be nice. We think they are being unrealistic. Why is that?” The boy simply sighed. “I don’t know. I guess maybe we are just not used to people being so kind.”

His travel year had been one of the best years of his life. // They had laughed and lived and loved and learned. And they had survived – one day at a time. The London Boys.

“Are you excited to see him again?” Jackson asked. “Yes,” David replied. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. // “He better treat you right.” “Stop it!” David had blushed and hugged him tighter, saying goodbye once more.

This family was his soul. After the twins went to bed, David stepped out of the institute and went looking for his heart.

He was almost close to the library when he heard Max scream. David reached for his bow and ran towards the pond. His arrow was nocked and ready to destroy whoever was attacking Max.

David don’t like violence except when it comes to protecting Max. 😎👌🏻

“I know you, David. You must already be missing Jackson so much. I thought if I could make portals then we could visit him anytime you want. So, I wanted to surprise you but clearly I am still not good enough to make a portal.”

I was afraid there was going to be jealousy drama but I’m very glad that Max has dealt with it on his own already 😭

And then somewhere along the way, Max’s heartbeat had become the steadiest thing in David’s life.

🥺🥺🥺 I hope him and Alec will have the opportunity to talk openly one day because they would understand each other so much!

Max could make fireballs that killed demons on the spot. He could summon things from anywhere. He could heal people with his eyes closed. He was one of the youngest warlocks allowed to visit the spiral labyrinth. Max was a warlock in every sense. A good one. A great one even.

Rafael wasn’t the smoker in the family. He knew who it was, but David would never open his mouth. It wasn’t his secret to tell.

OMG HE KNOWS!!!

“Maxwell Lightwood-Bane,” David whispered. “Love is your birth right.” Max closed his eyes and rested his forehead against David’s.

“I’m not telling you how to make a portal!” David said incredulously. “I don’t want to downworld-splain it to you.”

Lmao I’m laughing so hard, this is brilliant!!!

One minute he had been laughing at the portal, his heart full of pride. The next, he was in Max’s arms, kissing the other boy.

Can we talk about how somehow Max gives Herondale energy (yeah I’m just gonna hide my feelings with sarcasms yeah sound good) while David gives Lightwood energy (yeah I become a blabbing mess every time people talk about me being obviously in love and after kissing the love of my life for the first time I’m gonna show my smoothness by falling on the stairs/water yeah can't argue that)??? I'm living for this Mavid was destiny 😌💖

“Max, I’ve been waiting for a really long time for you to do that,” David chuckled. “Is that so?” Max asked. “How long?” “Too long,” David confessed. “Eight years.” “But you only came to New York eight years a-” Max started and then blinked. “Oh my god! For eight years???” David shrugged sheepishly.

*sight dreamily* they’re gonna be so great 🥰

Did I go overboard with the reactions? Maybe. Do I regret it? Nope. In case you didn’t understand I loved it and I loved the London Boys and love David with my whole soul.

This chapter made me think of a French quote that I think David definitely said to Max: "Mon père m'a donné un coeur, mais vous l'avez fait battre."

Thank you so much for this amazing character and this beautiful beautiful story ❤️

Thank you so much. I really enjoyed this and I am now drowning in feels!!!

ALSO I GOOGLED THAT QUOTE AND IT MEANS - "My father gave me a heart, but you made it beat."

I AM EMOTION.

#definitely a mavid quote #lbaf

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transexualbutchfagdyke · 2 years

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i think i rlly need to go to bed. it's 5am. however I took adderall too late. so I'm not tird

#ratt squeaks #i almost taggeg this w alec blabs 😭#miss my old blog fr. ratt--park may ye rest in peace

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bling---ping · 4 years

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The tmi gang and Max and Rafe:

Simon opted for a movie night to keep the kids quiet and occupied. There was nothing they could do to ruin a peaceful movie night. right? Oh, how wrong he was! Max started to cry when Mufasa died and refused to watch the rest of the movie (”Make him shut up!” Rafe chucked the TV remote at Simon.) Simon--poor, helpless Simon--tried to change the movie, to Rafe’s utter horror. He let out an agonized wail. He grabbed Simon’s phone from his hand when he’d tried to call Izzy for help, found Magnus’s picture in Simon’s contacts and called him, yelling out an angry rant when it went into voice mail. Max, in the background, unnoticed by Simon because of his struggle to wrench his phone back from Rafe, had waddled his way over to the TV screen, and was reaching out to touch the moving pictures. He climbed the shelf , leaning against the TV, and within seconds, the machine was cracked on the floor, Max had turned into a bat, and Simom, (Simom, get it? Cuz he’s a mom friend?) (I’m funny, ok) and Rafe could do nothing but stare as the television showed a last, sad scene between Lilo and Stitch. Even that winked out, leaving Simon horrified, Rafe shocked, and Max still a bat.

Alec did not trust Jace to be alone with the kids, but he was the only available one on short notice, so Alec gave him a strict set of rules on his way to — wherever he and Magnus were headed. Jace sounded exasperated the whole time, his annoyance evident to Alec throught the phone. When Alec and Magnus returned, aching limbs hurrying as fast as they could, they opened their apartment door to a surprisingly peaceful view. Jace looked exhausted--taking care of a toddler and a moody child alone all day tended to do that to a person--even if said person happened to have angel blood in him--but other than that, nothing else seemed out of place. Max was curled up tight around one of his toys, safely bundled in Jace’s arm, Rafe was staring at a rather beautiful hunting knife with a gleam in his eyes (that look worried Alec and Magnus, but nothing in the house was broken yet, so they just let him keep it.) Jace looked to be in the middle of explaining some kind of strategy to Rafael, slowly rocking Max, soft music surrounding all three of them. There was an empty bottle of baby formula lying on the bedside table, and some of Magnus’s comics open on the bed. Upon seeing Magnus and Alec, Rafe immediately jumped up and started blabbing to Magnus, in hurried, rapid Spanish--”This blond idiot won’t stop talking, please tell him to go away”, but there was no bite in his words. Jace smiled at them wearily (his Speak in Tongues rune flashed once before fading slowly as Rafael finished talking), and gave Max back to Alec, who cooed but didn’t wake. All Malec could do was stare in shock (and not without fondness, even from Magnus) as Jace occupied Rafe again, and told Malec to go to bed, and that he would watch the kids, because he knew they’d had a long, long day.

(Holy shit, this is much longer than i thought it would be-- WAIT FOR PART 2, PEOPLE!)

(PROBABLY)

(MAYBE)

(OKAY, HOPE FOR PART 2, PEOPLE!)

#tmi #the mortal instruments #magnus #malec #magnus and alex #writing #book malec #the shadowhunter chronicles #shadowhunters #the shadow world #jace herondale #jace lightwood #jace wayland #jace has too many last names #alec and jace #simon lewis #simon #simom #qoaad

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the--blackdahlia · 4 years

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Royals Chapter 5 (Tommy x Nikki)

Title: Royals Chapter 5

Summary: Tommy’s hiding a secret from the rest of the band. He hoped it would never come out, but somehow, it did.

Warnings: Maybe just some language for this chapter

AN: Thank you guys for all the feedback! I am really trying to get this fic done, but it’s not exactly working.

Present Day

“Let me rephrase the question,” The reporter turned to look at Tommy. “Tommy, what does the queen think about your new life.” Mick, Vince, and Nikki all turned to look at Tommy, who was staring at the reporter.

“T? What’s he talking about?” Vince asked.

“I, uh…” Tommy took a big chug of his drink. “He’s talking about my mom dude.”

“What?” Vince asked. Tommy cleared his throat.

“She’s...she’s cool with it…” Tommy gave a slightly awkward smile. Actually, he didn’t know how she felt about it. They hadn’t really spoken in awhile, and he hadn’t heard any more from her since the letter to the apartment.

The rest of the press conference went by quickly, and the band excused themselves to backstage. Nikki grabbed Tommy’s hand to stop him from walking away. Tommy tensed and turned to look at him.

“What is going on?” Nikki asked.

“Let’s not talk here,” Tommy told him. “Too many fucking reporters. Let’s go to the Rainbow or something, okay?” Nikki nodded and motioned for Vince and Mick to follow them. The four drove towards the Rainbow in slight awkward silence. Tommy felt like a kid in trouble as he sat in the back with Vince, Nikki and Mick sitting in the front with Mick driving.

“We going to the Rainbow?” Mick asked. “You sure that’s a good idea?”

“Nice busy place,” Tommy sighed. “And lots of booze.” Mick parked the car and they got out, heading inside to a table that was pretty much reserved for them. The waitress took their order and left. There was silence at the table.

“Okay, spill,” Nikki looked over at Tommy.

“I tried to tell you guys this for awhile now,” Tommy told them. “But my mom, she’s a queen. Uh, back in the 1500’s, Crete seceded from Greece and my mom’s ancestors set up a monarchy. She is currently reigning queen, and I…”

“You’re a prince…” Mick finished. Tommy nodded.

“Dude! We went to school together! Why didn’t you tell me?” Vince asked, staring at the drummer.

“I didn’t want to be different,” Tommy told him. “I hate the royal life. When my parents separated, I was so freaking excited because that meant I got to live in the US more. I got to drop the prince title, I went down to just my dad’s last name, I got to be a totally different person.”

“So, you’re a prince and you’re slumming it up with the likes of us?” Nikki asked.

“Wait a minute? Does that mean you’re rich? And we’ve been stealing Twinkies and hot dogs from the convenience store?” Vince asked.

“I don’t take the money that mom tries to give me,” Tommy told him. “I haven’t seen her since we left Crete. I honestly didn’t think anyone knew. Dad kept it pretty hush hush that Athena and I are a princess and a prince.”

“Reporters are savages,” Mick grumbled. The waitress dropped off their things. Tommy took a big drink of his beer.

“I’m still trying to wrap my head around all of this,” Nikki ran a hand through his thick hair. “I’ve been screwing a prince for a year now?”

“And there goes my appetite,” Vince groaned.

“I wanted to tell you Nik,” Tommy told him. “But everytime it came up, something happened and interrupted it. And by the time it was over, I forgot. Like when we found Mick, or when we found out we were getting signed.”

“This is just a lot…” Nikki sighed. He was about to say something else when someone came up to their table quickly. Tommy looked up to see Athena standing there.

“Athena?”

“There you are!” She grabbed him and pulled him out of his chair. “Come on! We gotta go!”

“What’s going on?” Tommy asked. Vince, Mick, and Nikki all jumped up.

“Uh, a family thing,” She looked at the three musicians.

“Athena, they know,” Tommy told her. “Someone blabbed during my press conference.”

“Fuck,” She groaned. “Well, I left work and there were fucking paparazzi out there waiting to catch a glimpse of Princess Athena Bass-Papadimitriou! Μου γελάς; (Are you fucking kidding me?)”

“Hey, we don’t need to speak Greek,” Tommy sighed. “Where are we going though?”

“Uh…” Athena glanced over at Nikki before looking back at Tommy. “Well, you see…”

“No,” Tommy shook his head. “No. No way. I am not going over there.”

“Come on Tommy. She misses you. And this is a big thing,” She told him. “Like, you thought the press was bad being in a rock band.”

“What are they talking about?” Vince asked Mick.

“I am not going over to the mansion. That’s final.” Tommy shook his head.

“Mansion?” Nikki asked, looking at the Bass siblings. “Boys, I think we wouldn’t mind going to a mansion.”

“Nikki…” Tommy looked at his boyfriend.

“Hell yeah I wanna go to a mansion!” Vince declared. “Are there any hot chicks there?” He looked over at Athena, who just shrugged.

“Debbie Renoylds was there a couple weeks ago,” Athena told him.

“Yeah, that’s...wait a minute. A couple weeks ago?” Tommy looked down at her. “Athena, how long has mom been here?”

“Well, you see…” Athena gave him a sheepish smile. “Couple months.”

“What?!” Tommy yelled, getting some attention from other patrons.

“Look, you can yell at me later, but we really have to go now,” She told him. “If you don’t come with me, you know she’ll send some of the guard.”

“I don’t know much about this royalty shit, but sending the guard sounds scary,” Mick told him. Tommy sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. Why did all of this have to happen? Why couldn’t he just go on playing music and having fun?

“Okay, fine. I’ll go,” Tommy groaned. “But I won’t be happy about it.” Athena smiled and hugged him.

“Let’s go,” She pulled him out of the rainbow, Nikki, Mick, and Vince following. “Uh…”

“Hey, we’re coming too,” Nikki told her.

“Okay, okay. But you guys all gotta fit in the same car with us,” Athena explained. “Just trust me on that one. And...maybe lose the eyeliner?”

“Excuse me?” Nikki asked.

“Never mind. Get in the car.” She led them out to her car. It was a tight fit, but they managed to squeeze together. Nikki, Vince, and Mick were in the backseat, leaving the siblings in the front. Tommy was drumming his fingers on the dash as they drove.

“Athena, you got any t-shirts or something I can use?” Tommy asked, motioning to his bare arms showing off his couple tattoos.

“Sorry T-Bone. Just gonna have to face the music,” She offered him a smile.

“Is your mom like an evil queen or something?” Vince asked.

“Yes,” Tommy responded as Athena said “no.”

“This is gonna be good,” Mick grumbled, leaning back in his seat. Vince looked out the window, watching as the strip and West Hollywood turned into something a bit fancier.

“Uh, guys,” Vince got their attention. “I don’t think we’re on the strip anymore.”

“Not quite,” Athena told them. Tommy turned around in his seat.

“Mom has a mansion in the hills,” He explained. “We used to vacation there when Athena and I were little. Dad is American and liked to come home and see family, so we spent many summers here until they separated.” He turned back around, not wanting to see their judging eyes.

About ten minutes later, Athena pulled the car into a gated community. She swiped a card at the entrance and drove in. Nikki, Mick, and Vince all looked at each other, silently communicating. Tommy sat in the front seat, hand resting on the door release. He was ready to bail and run. He would take his chances with the paparazzi. He didn’t want to take his chances with his mother.

But it was soon too late as Athena pulled the car up to a mansion with a well manicured lawn, fancy cars in the driveway, and armed guards standing watch.

“What did we get ourselves into?” Mick whispered to Nikki, who hadn’t spoken much on the whole drive. Tommy took a deep breath as he opened his door and climbed out, along with Athena.

“I guess this is our stop too,” Vince opened his door and got out with Mick and Nikki following him. Athena approached one of the guards, who was eyeing the band.

“Alec,” Athena whispered in his ear, telling him what was going on. The guard nodded and stepped aside. “Come on.”

“What did you tell him?” Tommy asked his sister as they headed into the mansion.

“The truth,” Athena told him. “And that we might have to cancel our date tonight.”

“Gross,” Tommy shook his head.

“Dude, look,” Vince told Mick and Nikki as he pointed to a painting. A man and woman were lounging naked in the clouds. “She’s just got them out there.”

“That is Morpheus and Iris,” A woman’s voice spoke out. Tommy cringed and all five turned to look at the stairs. A woman stood there in elegant, yet casual looking clothing, her hair up. Through her eyes, she looked enough like Tommy and Athena that she didn’t really need to introduce herself. “Hello sweetheart.”

“Hi mom,” Athena smiled. “I brought some friends.”

“I know who they are. I do read the magazines,” She almost glided down the stairs. “Vince Neil, Mick Mars, and Nikki Sixx.”

“Are we supposed to bow?” Nikki asked with a bit of a smile. Voula returned the smile.

“I have enough of people bowing. You may stand,” She told him. “It’s good to finally meet you.” She looked past Nikki to see her oldest son standing behind them, trying to hide. “Thomas.”

“Mom.” Tommy gave her a little wave.

“I forgot. Athena told me you prefer to go by Tommy, is that correct?” Voula asked. Tommy nodded but didn’t say anything. She walked to him and gave him a hug, which he did return eventually. “You are so skinny. Have you eaten?”

“I’m fine,” Tommy told her.

“Well, I have had a lunch prepared. If you all are hungry,” She looked at the other three members of Motley Crue. “Please, come this way.” She motioned for them to follow her.

“T, I’ll switch moms with you,” Vince laughed as they made their way to the dining room. Tommy said nothing.

“My chef whipped up some chicken for us,” Voula explained. “I had a feeling that Athena was going to bring more than Tommy back, so I had her make extras.” Voula motioned for everyone to take a seat. Nikki sat by Tommy and noticed how quiet he was. That was extremely unlike his boyfriend. It wasn’t long after they were seated that the food was delivered and the boys dug in.

“Oh my god, this is so fucking good!” Vince said before Mick elbowed him. “Shit! I mean, uh, sorry uh...your highness?” Voula started laughing.

“Please, call me Voula,” She told them. “We are not in Crete. You are not my subjects.”

“Okay mom, why did you want me to get Tommy?” Athena asked when she noticed her brother wasn’t going to speak up. “Outside of the paparazzi thing.”

“I’m afraid that was my fault,” Voula admitted. “It was announced I was going to see my children in America, and someone put two and two together, finding David and my’s marriage certificate and everything.” She looked over at Tommy. “As for why I wanted you here, I have decided that I want to step down from the throne in the next year or so.”

“Mom…”

“And as my oldest child, you know what that means,” She continued. Tommy looked at Nikki, Vince, and Mick, who were staring at him.

“Mom, no. You know I never wanted that,” Tommy told her.

“It’s your duty as prince,” She told him. Tommy slammed down his fork.

“Screw my duty!” He yelled.

“Tommy…” Voula started.

“You haven’t been in my life for years, and then you show up and expect me to be king?” He stared at her. “And we just got big. Our album just went big. We’re so popular mom.” Nikki could see his boyfriend was on the border between pissed off and about ready to cry.

“I’m sorry Tommy, but this is what happens. My father did it to my, his father before him.” Voula explained. Tommy closed his eyes and sat down. It didn’t matter. His voice was never heard, no matter what he did.

The rest of the visit seemed tense, Voula giving the boys a rundown of Crete heritage. And once lunch was over, she gave them a tour of the mansion. Tommy didn’t speak the whole time. Nikki looked over at Athena, who just shrugged. She wanted to say more, but she was stuck.

“Why are there so many naked chicks?” Vince asked, looking at the artwork that was displayed. “And guys with, like, everything hanging out?” Voula laughed a little.

“When it is painted nudity, it is art. Everything else is considered pornography.” She explained to the frontman. Vince leaned over to talk to Mick.

“Remind me to invest in art,” He told him.

“You boys are more than welcome to come over anytime,” Voula explained. “I will have Alec make some passes for you.”

“I got it mom,” Athena told her, excusing herself from the group. Tommy headed out onto a balcony to smoke. At this point, he didn’t care what his mom said about anything. Nikki watched him, debating on if he should go out and talk to him, when Voula approached him.

“You seem close with my son,” Voula pointed out. Nikki tore his attention away from Tommy to look at her.

“Uh, yeah,” Nikki nodded. “I love him.”

“Oh, I see,” She watched the bassist for a second. “If you love him, then you have to know that if Tommy doesn’t step up and take the throne, things could end up very badly.”

“What do you mean?” Nikki asked.

“We’ve never had someone not take the throne, and I’m not sure what will happen if Tommy denies it.” Voula explained. Nikki looked back out at Tommy, who was leaning on the railing, looking out over the hills. “He won’t listen to me, but I bet he would listen to you.”

“You can’t be asking what I think you’re asking,” Nikki stared at her.

“He won’t listen to me,” She told him. “From what I hear, he doesn’t listen to his father either. But he listens to you. Please.”

“I…” Nikki didn’t know what to do. Why would she put him in a spot like this. It was Tommy for fucks sake. Nikki loved Tommy more than anything, but he didn’t want to ruin a whole fucking country because he didn’t want his boyfriend to leave him.

“Please Nikki,” Voula begged. “He has to do this.” Nikki looked back over at Tommy, who now had Vince and Mick with him. Vince was talking about some of the artwork he had seen and Tommy was shaking his head.

“Why me?” Nikki asked.

“Because, like I said, he won’t listen to me. I’ve been trying since he turned 10. He used to be my sweet little boy,” She sighed. Tommy, Mick, and Vince came in then. Tommy looked at Nikki, who had a look in his eyes that told Tommy something was wrong.

“I think we’re ready to leave,” Tommy grunted. “See you later mom.” He walked past her, heading to the front door.

“Uh, thanks for the lunch...Voula…” Vince rubbed the back of his neck.

“You’re welcome,” She nodded. With that, Mick, Nikki, and Vince headed out to where Tommy was waiting for them. He was looking around, trying to find his sister.

“Where the fuck is she?” Tommy asked, looking around. “I’m ready to go.”

“Calm down T, this place isn’t half bad,” Vince laughed, but Tommy shot him a glare.

“She’s probably fucking the security guard,” Tommy groaned. “I’ll fucking walk if I have to.”

“Damn, and I thought I was grumpy,” Mick shook his head. “Here she comes right now.” Sure enough, Athena came walking over towards them, fixing her hair and adjusting her clothes.

“Hey, what’s up?” She asked.

“I’m ready to leave,” Tommy told her coldly. Athena looked at Nikki, Mick, and Vince. Nikki wouldn’t look at her, Mick just stared ahead, and Vince just shrugged.

“Okay then,” She nodded. “Let’s go then.”

The five piled in the car, Voula watching as they left.

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professorllayton · 5 years

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alec holland's got a serious case of swamp ass

#pls clap.#blabs #swamp thing #alec holland #dc #sttv

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ralfstrashcan · 4 years

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I've always thought it was funny that Magnus called Alec virgin and Jace didn't bat an eye, nor agreeing neither denying to cover for his parabatai. And that Magnus used the only excuse good enough to request Alec's presence and not any other Shadowhunter. Imagine if Jace was still lurking in the loft when Alec asked why Magnus called him and not the others, and before Magnus reply, Jace pops like "Because you're the only virgin". The horror on Alec's face.

Anonymous asked: But Magnus later say something like "nevermind, it was a lie anyways" So I think the sisters just take a vow like the religious one (noons ? Nuuns ? monjas in spanish), but most Shadowhunters think it's for a less symbolic / more practical reason since they are straight up beating demons so the average Shadowhunter is like "I don't know enough about magic to disprove it, and I constantly deal with rules that sound fake af so yeah sure, makes sense"

Heh, you guys sure are invested in this topic ;D Fine, let's see!

1) An argument pro the existence of Virgin Shadowhunter Energy: Jace and Alec are currently on icy terms. Alec explicitly said he doesn't want to get involved in saving Luke because Accords and Jace doesn't even want to talk to him because of their constant fighting over Clary. If there was a way to evade calling (on) him, he'd take it; more specifically if Virgin Shadowhunter Energy aka Magnus's reasoning for specifically needing Alec was total bullshit and not A Thing then Jace would have used that opportunity to brush him off.

2) Jace basically confirms Alec's virginity: Even though Jace doesn't address the whole virgin issue which could be counted as a non-answer, it really is pretty telling. Apart from 1) meaning Jace would take any chance to tell Magnus off, aka if he knew Alec wasn't a virgin he'd use that as explanation why calling him won't accomplish anything, there's another thing to consider. Magnus's statement is immediately followed by Simon scoffing and saying “That explains so much” and I mean, Simon daring to be condescending towards Jace's parabatai? Jace would never let that go without biting back if he had a leg to stand on. It could be argued that Jace, at the mention of Alec, is Seized with Intense Emotion since they're fight and doesn't have the wherewithal to respond to such trivial matters like arguing over Alec's sexual history or lack thereof, but please, this is Jace. Giving snappy comebacks is one of his coping mechanisms to evade his emotions.

Sidenote: I find it most outrageous that despite this pretty obvious confirmation of Alec's virginity, later in S2 when Magnus officially learns that Alec is a virgin he has the nerve to be all *pikachu face* like, dude, you made a kinda-joke about this and it worked, and that never got you thinking??? Smh.

3) Jace mentioning the whole thing to Alec: Ngl imagining Alec's horrified face is quite hilarious XD though Jace would never. He has more self-preservation than making Alec realize he basically blabbed Alec's virginity to 'some random warlock'. Case in point: When he calls Alec on Magnus's behalf to tell him to come over he claims it's because Magnus needs his “powerful Shadowhunter energy.. or something like that” so he clearly knows better than to bring the Real Reason to Alec's attention.

4) Lie or not: Magnus later asks if Jace didn't tell Alec why he specifically asked him to come and when Alec says no Magnus replies, “It doesn't matter, it was a lie anyway.” I never understood this line in the way that Magnus means Virgin Shadowhunter Energy isn't a thing, but that this wasn't the real reason why he requested Alec. The following dialogue pretty much implies it, since Magnus then says he asked for Alec because he wanted to see him again. Without getting into whether Magnus knew in advance that he'd exhaust himself to the point of passing out and needing to share someone's strength, he wouldn't have needed the special Virgin Shadowhunter Energy to continue healing Luke but regular energy from any living being, in particular one of the other Shadowhunters hanging around the loft, would have been enough.

5) Special powers via celibacy: I think the word you were looking for is 'nuns' ;D What do we know? We know that Iron Sisters aren't allowed any sexing. So far, so good. Yet we know that Cleophas joins the Iron Sisters 'late in life’ to atone for being in the Circle. Since the show doesn't spell out if she's a virgin at this point or not we're left with no clear answer. Either Cleophas still was, luckily for her, a virgin and that allowed her to join the Iron Sisters (the alternative would have been deruning, I think) or virginity isn't a requirement to be an Iron Sister, just, you know, keeping it in your robes while you're working the job. So who knows, maybe it's less Virgin Shadowhunter Energy and more The Absense of Sex Harnessing Special Powers in the Shadowhunter's Blood.

It remains a mystery.

#though ngl the concept of sh regularly going 'sounds fake but okay' at whatever the clave says cracks me up a lot #shadowhunters #1x06 #magnus bane #alec lightwood #jace wayland #musings

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This is the Coda that Never Ends... Part 6

Read on AO3 Read from the start

Luke never stopped looking out for Clary. She’s practically his daughter in all but name and he remembers that feeling of whiplash going from listening to Maryse tell him that Clary supports the two of them being together (the idea that Clary would welcome Maryse into the little family they created for themselves after Jocelyn’s passing one of the reasons he’s positive taking a chance with Maryse was a good call) to the sudden news later on that Clary’s knowledge of the Shadow World is gone. It was the highest high to the lowest of lows, the heartbreak he felt (and still feels) over the realization that he couldn’t keep in contact with her, not the way he wanted to, without putting her in jeopardy so strong he debates leaving it all behind just to stay with her. He'd give it all up - the life as a Shadowhunter, as a human, he only just regained - for her sake if it came down to it, but even that was deemed too much of a risk.

Keeping watch at a distance this last year is probably the most difficult thing he’s ever had to do.

But he never stopped watching. And neither did Maryse, who’s the one who often goes to Clary’s shows and offers words of praise and encouragement in person. Clary and Maryse hadn’t been particularly close which makes her the perfect person to actually be there from time to time. Mundane. No strong personal history. She can be present without being noticed and is unlikely to stir up any strong memories or feelings in Clary, so it makes him feel better to know she can say a few of the things he wishes he could say himself; to be there when he can’t be.

So when Maryse goes to Clary’s exhibit and sees the artwork, quickly catching on to how much of it is reflective of moments and places Clary once knew from the Shadow World, she tells Luke immediately. He knows something's up when she arrives home and doesn't so much as say hello or stop to take her heels off, and entirely bypasses his lean-in for a kiss. When Maryse has something on her mind she develops a singular sort of focus that he's always loved and admired about her.

“I’d know that image anywhere, Lucian, abstract or not.” Maryse says with finality, showing him the photos she took on her phone. “That’s Alec and Magnus’ wedding. And this one-” she scrolls. “I’m positive that’s the stained glass at the Institute-” another swipe of her finger, “-and you can just make out the shape of runes in the patterns of those background swirls in this one.”

“This is how it happened just before she turned 18, too. Her memories came through her art and she had no idea they meant anything other than things she dreamed up to draw.” He frowns. “I didn’t talk to her before it was too late the last time. I can’t make that same mistake twice.”

Even as he says the words, he hesitates.

There was never any formal rule banning them from having contact with Clary. The Clave, however, made it very clear that it would be highly advisable not to go against the will of the Angels. The caution to keep their distance isn’t just for their own sakes, but for Clary’s who is more likely to have her memories resurface if they’re all around. The Angels could’ve simply de-runed her, but instead they took her sight - and her memories of this life - presumably for a reason. The Angels clearly do not want Clary to be part of this world in any capacity, even by association. They all talked about it at length... It wasn’t an easy agreement to come to; in fact, the discussion became so heated at points that Luke wasn’t sure they would all come out of in on speaking terms.

But in the end they had, even if it took some of them the better part of this last year to adjust to life without her. Even if some of them, like Luke, are still adjusting and likely always will be… unless what Maryse says is right, and Clary’s remembering on her own again.

“She’ come looking for me if she was…” Luke says, trying not to sound too hopeful. “If Clary started to remember I should be one of the first people she’d seek out.”

“Would she be able to find you?” Maryse points out, and his stomach drops. He isn’t with the police anymore and he moved in with Maryse a few months back. The Jade Wolf is closed down and there’s nothing tying him to his old life left to turn to.

“She’d go to the station,” he realizes. “I’ll have to check in there, see if she’s been by. I think I still have a contact or two there I can utilise.”

Luke wants to go see her but the exhibition is already over and it’s late. He can’t go sneaking around the art school’s campus in the dead of night without raising suspicion, and while he’s certainly tempted to give it a shot anyway he’s able to be rational enough about all of this to know that’s a bad idea.

They shelve the conversation for the remainder of the night, deciding to bring it up to Isabelle tomorrow. Maybe. If they decide to bring it up to anyone at all. He has a meeting with Isabelle at the Institute the next afternoon so it’d be easy enough, but he doesn’t want to make a big deal out of this if it ends up being nothing. He also isn’t sure he wants Isabelle to know if it isn’t nothing - she’s the Head of the Institute, and that comes with certain obligations… like reporting something like this to the Clave. He doesn’t think that’s the sort of person that Isabelle is, but one can never tell how these sorts of positions can change people and she hasn’t been there long enough for him to be certain this wouldn’t reach the wrong set of ears.

So the next morning Luke decides to check in on Clary himself before heading off to his meetings later in the day. He knows it’s a risk but he’s a professional. He’s trailed trained criminals before, surely he can stay out of sight of a teenage girl for an hour or two.

She’s sketching in the corner of Java Jones, which isn’t surprising, when he tracks her down. What is surprising is who else he finds there. Luke doesn’t see the warlock at first - his glamour is strong, even against other Downworlders with the sight - but Magnus drops the glamour while simultaneously grabbing Luke by the arm and pulling him out of the shop.

“What are you doing here?” They ask one another at the same time the moment they’re out on the sidewalk.

Luke doesn’t say a word, he only pulls up the photos that Maryse took the night before and watches the look on Magnus’ face turn from confused to a steadily deepening frown with each one he goes through.

“That’s my wedding-” Magnus says, almost in awe as much as in surprise. “This one is the Seelie Realm…” Magnus sucks in a sharp breath. “That’s Edom.”

“It’s all just beneath the surface. Maybe it’ll stay there, just enough to sense but not enough for her to actually remember?” Luke wonders out loud.

He almost hopes that’s the case because he doesn’t want Clary to come back into this life, this world, if it’s only to suffer for her past actions at the hands of the Angels. For all the good she did after coming into her powers, she suffered greatly for it. Luke loves her too much to selfishly wish that upon her again… it’s one of the reasons he agreed with the others to keep his distance in the end.

Which makes what Magnus tells him next extremely bittersweet.

“Well,” Magnus starts, deliberately slow. “I wasn’t supposed to tell anyone this, but since you’re pretty much on the exact same page we are…” Magnus stops again, considering his words carefully.

“What is it?” Luke asks, not entirely sure he wants to hear the answer. “What don’t I know?”

Magnus eyes luke one last time, almost as if he’s sizing him up. Luke tries not to take offense to the idea that Magnus doesn’t trust him implicitly, because he gets it. Politics and all that, secrets to keep, and not everyone can be ‘in the loop’... but this is different. This is Clary.

“Clary saw Jace through his glamour last night - she remembered his name. That’s why I’m here, just to check on her. I was supposed to see if it was just a one time thing, but if this isn’t the first part of her past that’s starting to push through…”

“Who else knows already?” Luke asks, immediately concerned that this is out of his control before he even gets the chance to help.

“More people than I’m comfortable with, honestly. But I was one of the last to know myself so I don’t really have room to talk. Jace told Simon, who told Isabelle, who told Alec, who told me. Oh, and Underhill knows, too.” Magnus pauses. “He better not go blabbing to Lorenzo or I swear I’ll--”

“Magnus, focus. Please.” Luke’s concern for Clary outweighs almost everything in his life, and this is potentially very serious.

“Sorry. That’s it. And now you… and Maryse, I suppose. I’m guessing there’s no way of convincing you to keep this from her, is there?”

Luke laughs. “I couldn’t if I tried. That woman reads me like she wrote the book these days. And if I don’t say something, you really think one of her kids won’t go to her soon enough?”

Magnus sighs, but smiles with a bit of fondness as he nods in agreement. “I get the feeling this isn’t the end of it, either. Especially if we all keep showing up around her like this. It’s too risky, we’re going to draw attention… myself included.”

“So what do you propose we do?” Luke demands. Magnus should know better than to think for a second that Luke will be willing to just walk away from this; he won’t walk away from Clary when there’s even the slightest chance she’ll need him.

“We back off again. Same as before. Watch from afar… that means no Jace sneaking around with his glamours, and no Maryse. Just until we get a better handle on where things stand,” Magnus suggests.

It makes sense, but that doesn’t mean Luke has to like it. “Alright,” he agrees with grudging reluctance. “But only if you promise to keep me updated if something happens this time.” “Of course,” Magnus starts, but falls silent after a look from Luke.

“Don’t ‘ of course ’ me, Magnus. If Maryse hadn't seen those painting you never would’ve told me about this, would you?”

Magnus at least has the decency to look guilty. “We would have, eventually. Apparently Alec and the others decided not to drag anyone else into this until they know exactly what this is. And I agreed.” It isn’t the answer Luke wants but he knows it’s the best he’s going to get.

“Now if you’ll excuse me, Lucian, I believe I have some art to purchase. Give Maryse my best.” And with that Magnus turns and disappears around the corner.

Eager to get out of there before Clary can come out and see him Luke turns to leave as well, but in the opposite direction, heading towards Ouroboros.

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