#can you tell i relate to alec a little too much?
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Round 1 of preliminaries, group 16
The first two places get a place on the bracket
Little reminder: there will be 2 more rounds of preliminaries, the losing blorbos of this poll still have 2 chances of getting in the official bracket
Propaganda under the cut
Parker (Leverage)
"Some of the weird things she says are so true. Like when she talks about past/present/future parker. Her joy at the things that she loves is so complete. Christmas every year! I too have the urge to stab people with forks when in uncomfortable social situations. And it was great when she made her security code to her…home…Sophie’s real name because it was representative of where trust stood in the team after the prison break.
Oh! And her and Alec are total couple goals. (Thruple goals if you add in Elliot)"
Gudetama (Sanrio)
"A lazy egg who really doesn't want to do much of anything and would rather just go back to sleep"
Finn the Human (Adventure Time)
"finn is just a little guy doing his best and trying to help people! he's the only human in the show so he's just like us fr (the entire human race) and he starts off the series as a kid and grows up during it so he really goes through all the relatable ups and downs and friendships and relationships and mistakes and achievements that we all go through. he does a lot of idolising people and having to realise they're not what he told himself they were. sometimes he tries to distract himself from an existential crisis by running around yelling or stabbing things with a sword. relatable"
Rain O'Fire Frazier (Worm)
"Rain grew up in a conservative community that he didn't want to be part of, and rejected their regressive ideology in favor of surrounding himself with people who have gender vibes, mental health issues, and traumas of their own. Also, people give him all sorts of crap in the setting, and while he does fuck up sometimes, he's just a swell dude who's hoping to not get murdered by crazy people. Times being what they are, I think that that's something a lot of people can relate to."
Piper Mclean (Heroes of the Olympus)
"she's SO full of love!!! she loves everyone so strongly!! she has a complicated relationship with femininity, gender and beauty standards. she bullies her friends but would go down fighting for them if needed. she acts out to get her dad's attention. she believes in a balance between emotions and logic, and is not afraid to tell her friends if she thinks they're neglecting the emotional side of a problem."
Norma Khan (Dead End Paranormal Park)
"She is autistic and struggles with socialising (same) She has special interests that she will bring up at any opportunity. She can get overwhelemed and scared being in the world. Norma is also bisexual! She spends her time in a Pauline Phoneix theme park (one of her spins) and fighting demons and ghosts (another special interest). Vote Norma today!!"
"She goes through so many relatable experiences that I rarely see depicted and is just overall an excellent character.
The third episode of the show has the most relatable depiction of anxiety I've ever seen (especially the intersection between social anxiety and autistic sensory overload). It's one of those episodes where each character has to face their worst fears, and with how those episodes usually go, I expected her to overcome her fears at the end of the episode and just not have them anymore. Instead, she overloads the villain by having too much fear for him to handle since she has to constantly face her greatest fears as part of her everyday life. The protagonist also acknowledges how much more severe her fear is compared to most other people, which is pretty validating.
Her special interest is an actress who turns out to be a really shady person, and she has a lot of trouble processing this because it was so close to her heart. She even gets a musical number about it! I've never seen this particular experience depicted in fiction, but it's one that is sadly pretty relatable to me and probably a lot of other people on here.
She also has a plot where she is rejected romantically by a straight friend, which is kinda nice to see (even if it's not nice for poor Norma) since even though this is a really common experience IRL I rarely see it explored in fiction. And she's just really funny and smart and a great character in general!"
#leverage parker#leverage#gudetama#sanrio#finn the human#adventure time#rain o'fire frazier#worm#piper mclean#heroes of olympus#norma khan#dead end paranormal park#preliminaries#tumblr polls#tumblr tournament#character bracket#character tournament
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So, I'm extremely obsessed with listening to music while reading anything and with WHTD is no exception. There is no doubt that "Older (isabel LaRosa)" will be added to my playlist after chapter 37, gaon would definitely relate.
Is there a song you've listened to these days that reminds you a lot of Yohan and Gaon? I need recommendations, pls 😭
Hi there! I'm honestly impressed by (and a bit envious of) people who can listen to music while they read or write x'D If I do, I start focusing on the music instead, especially if there are lyrics. And this is partly why I kind of suck at finding character or fic related music.
That said, I do have an entire playlist for Who Holds the Devil on Spotify so, uh, you can have a look at that, I guess? xD
But if you want specific recs from that playlist that have been on my mind lately, I would go with:
A Dangerous Thing - AURORA
Entirely because of chapter 38, tbh. And while that might seem like a song about Yo Han, it's really not. At least not once you've read chapter 38.
The dangerous thing is very much Ga On, not Yo Han.
The Devil Doesn't Bargain - Alec Benjamin
This is more a general song about their relationship, I guess? Not so much tied to Who Holds the Devil anymore since, well, Ga On knows full well he can change Yo Han at this point xD
KILLER song, anyway.
I Want You to Want Me - Chase Holfelder
I think this one should be self-explanatory. Also very much at the forefront of my mind after writing chapter 38.
... I'm really putting Yo Han through the emotional wringer right now, aren't I? x'D
Hope that helps! :D And, again, if you want more, I recommend the playlist!
Though I will admit that there are some songs I didn't put on there because they didn't fit the mood. Like, if I had been less serious about that playlist I would definitely have added El Diablo by Elena Tsagrinou just for the laughs. Like, purely for the HILARITY of the chorus:
I fell in love, I fell in love
I gave my heart to el diablo, el diablo
I gave it up, I gave it up
Because he tells me I'm his angel, I'm his angel
But, alas, the rest of the lyrics don't really fit and the song is a little too much party. Still, the thought of it makes me cackle.
Like, if Yo Han is shameless enough to call himself the Abyss, I bet he could call Ga On his angel too. And pretend it's sort of a joke. But also mean it with every fibre of his being.
He's such a disaster (I love him)
#Amethystina Replies#Anonymous#Who Holds the Devil#I'm honestly really bad at music in general I feel like#Aside from K-pop and soundtracks I rarely look for new music nowadays#Which was why finding music to the Who Holds the Devil playlist became an adventure that took me several days#So I'm not the best person to ask I'm afraid x'D
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I was tagged by @clottedcreamfudge , thank you love 💙
Rules: pick any ten of your fics, scroll to the midpoint, pick a line (or three) and share it. Then tag ten people.
I’m going to do the last 10 posted fics, since they’re more or less what I’ve posted in the last six months.
1) Didn't the trees tell us their stories? (The Witcher)
“I… I got lost. Not,” he holds out his hand to stop Aiden from interrupting. “Not spacially. I just, when Geralt… We were up in the mountains. I came down, and I.” He clears his throat. “I’m afraid I lost grip on my… body. This human form, it takes some effort to maintain, especially here in the woods.”
2) i'll sing silence (the Witcher)
So Jaskier sobs. He melts into Geralt’s embrace, so strong that he knows it will bruise, and he cries his heart out, silently, breathlessly. The singing downstairs has stopped. So has the music always playing in his head, snippets of songs and wordless melodies and improvised tunes. It’s gone.
It’s all gone.
3) Holding Angels (Shadowhunters, WIP)
“I won’t trade my dignity for a bit of leniency,” Alec says without hesitation. He’s not sure that he really thinks it, not anymore. Not when he has a good idea what’s coming. The dread in his chest has had time to settle, and it’s growing with every hour.
But he will bear it. For Jace. For Clary. For Magnus. Renouncing his decision, pleading for mercy, would put them all at risk.
4) Dandelion Season (The Witcher)
She falls to her knees beside him. “Jaskier!”
Still nothing. She slaps his face gently, unsure if she should move him – he might be injured, humans don’t lie on the floor like this for no reason, right? She runs a light hand over his chest, pulling at the doublet to open it. It falls apart under her fingers. That’s when she sees the blood.
It pools underneath him, already staining her dress where she kneels. There’s so much of it. She’s not sure how he’s still conscious – if you can call his weird lethargy conscious.
5) every promise and lie (The Witcher)
Jaskier takes a deep breath and limps to the door. He clumsily unlocks the bolt and pushes down the handle with his elbow.
He takes a step back, hides his hands behind his back because, yes, okay, he’s more than a little self-conscious, and he takes in Geralt’s form in front of him.
He looks exhausted and jittery and yet really fucking hot, god-dammit. It’s entirely unfair just how much Jaskier yearns for him even now. He hasn’t seen this face in a year and a half and he just wants to—
“Fuck it.”
6) your smile in mine (The Witcher, they/them Jaskier)
Jaskier's heart clenches. Is that it, then? Is that what she means? Is Geralt shutting them out because he's about to break up with them? Jaskier knows that their personality and their issues are a lot of handle, and the fear that Geralt will one day wake up and realize that Jaskier is just too much (or maybe not enough) is always present at the back of their mind, but this time they can't even pinpoint what they did wrong.
"Hey, Jaskier, breathe," Yennefer calls out, and Jaskier realizes that they're hyperventilating. Yennefer has moved from the armchair across from them to the couch, and her hand is hovering over their arm, as if asking for permission to touch them.
Jaskier slips their arm away -- the thought of being touched makes their skin crawl right now -- but they take a few deep breaths to calm down. "Sorry."
7) the wallpaper inside my heart (the Witcher)
“Does he matter to you?” is her question once Geralt is done relating the story, cheeks heated up in shame at his fuckup.
Geralt takes his time to think. “Yeah,” he sighs.
“Then go and apologize. If he really doesn’t care about you, he’ll tell you. But if he does and he’s just going through a rough time, then not only you’re losing a friend, but you’re hurting him unnecessarily on top of that.”
8) a flower by any other name (The Witcher, they/them Jaskier)
It takes Geralt about an hour to figure out how he wants to do it, which is far too long when he knows that Jaskier is anxiously waiting and trying to keep it all in. Finally, with a muttered "fuck it", he does something that he would never normally do: he lifts his phone and takes a selfie of both of them, hugging in front of his sloppy omelette.
Bon appétit from Jaskier and me, he captions the photo, adding the only buttercup sticker he can find in the app, and he sends it to the group chat.
9) remember me I sing (The Witcher)
He’ll find a way to slip away, maybe, meet Rience just to see him do it. Or maybe he should just treasure every moment he has with his family…
His family.
He hasn’t let himself use that word, even in his head. He’s known since the start that he’s a liability, that his days are numbered. He didn’t mean to get attached to Ciri. He didn’t mean for Ciri to get attached to him.
10) Collapse (Shadowhunters)
It builds up. Or maybe it built up before, all the way up to now, all the things that went unsaid and the trauma they didn’t acknowledge and the fights they never had, and now it’s boiling over. It’s boiling all over Alec and he can feel the burn on his skin and he doesn’t remember anymore if the pain is from that goddamn demon venom or from the hurt in Magnus’s eyes and it freezes him all inside.
He can’t stand up and he can’t walk and Magnus sits there looking at him like that and Alec wants to cry.
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#the witcher#geralt of rivia#jaskier#yennefer of vengerberg#geraskier#shadowhunters#alec lightwood#holding angels#what you hear is not silence#injury cw#echo's writing thoughts
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Alright I cried then I cried some more. Then I took a shower and am now eating let's try to articulate thoughts! These will definitely be all over the place I apologize
The first meeting!! The flirting!! Alec leaving his car behind so he can walk with Magnus!!
Oh my god Raphael and Magnus' first meet!!!!!!!!!
Also I have to disagree. The battle of Monmouth was not minor (or that's what Google tells me happened on that place.)
Cat! Cat! Cat!
Omg meeting after the break up!! Look at them look at my boys. God I love them so much it's ridiculous
Aline and Helen!!!!!!!
Ew Bridgestock I hope he breaks his neck 🥰
Omg my babies!!!
I'm so 😭😭😭
Okay the end ahdhhdhf they're so fucking chaotic
Ayyy Rafe is moving out!
CAMILA LOML CAMILA
Anjali is so right! Babes just got her nails done they are obviously a priority /gen
Rafael and Anjali are so in love it's so HAJDGDKHDD
Alec and Magnus just did that I simply cannot Rafael is so done 😭
I love them so much it's crazy
Jace and Lexi hell yeah!
MAX JUST SAID THAT LMAO
David is traumatized
Low-key wanna read the fanfiction David writes
Okay but the part where Magnus tells Luca that he reminds him of Alec is simply hilarious to me. Imagine having your client tell you you remind them of their ex IT'S A LITTLE FUNNY
Ew math. Y'all disgust me /lh
OH MY GOD IT'S HAPPENING
The parallels from their first meeting ON THE FLOOR I TELL YOU
Them 🥺❤️
OKAY THE EPILOGUE
I genuinely thought this was Malec's wedding 😭😭
ABIGAIL LOML
Okay but misplacing headphones IS an emergency
I'm so in awe of Max like wow. Just wow. He's so amazing and I'm so proud of him
Shinyun icon
BEN IS ENGAGED I REPEAT THE LOML IS ENGAGED THIS IS NOT A DRILL
Ben was Alec's witness 😭😭
Fuck valentine. I'm really proud of Rafael for trying but Alec's right. We can't do anything about that for now but there are others things that we can. So let's do those.
AND HE LOST THE RING BECAUSE OF COURSE HE DID
Ayyy Max and David are settling in Paris! Good for them ❤️❤️❤️
Max's tattoos 😭 I love him so much
What he has done with Edom is seriously so impressive
Rafael!! He's so amazing!!!
THE WAY I CRIED WHEN MINERVA APPEARED I WILL PROTECT THAT GIRL WITH MY LIFE MY PRECIOUS
It was so interesting to have little scenes form the past in the middle it's just so fucking amazing
LESLIE BESTEST
God I love them all so much it's crazy
Okay I probably missed some things and my mental health said no when I tried to liveblog so yeah.
Holy shit it's done. Like all of it fuck. Wow.
Dani this was so intense and so amazing and just perfect. I loved it so much and I learned things too. It helped me realize things about myself and my family. I related to these characters and I fell in love with them all over again. Yes sometimes I felt like punching them but I still very much love them.
Thank you. Thank you for this. I love you and take care of yourself ❤️💕
Thank you so much, babygirl.
I remember the morning (lol) i went to sleep after posting the epilogue and i felt like i sent my kid off to university or something skjfnvkjsnjvks.
now tis time to breathe and relax and recover and decompress. if you see me lurking around and trying to write more shit, feel free to ask me to fuck off.
ily bye ❤️
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𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐚𝐡 // 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘪 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵
with song selection reasons under the cut !
Track i. I’ll Stand By You by Pretenders . ‘'Cause I've seen the dark side too. When the night falls on you, you don't know what to do, nothing you confess could make me love you less.’
So, all the songs on this playlist are tied to themes of safety but I feel this song makes so much sense for where they’re at right now. Where they’ve made progress in revealing some of the more secretive parts of their lives but it’s still not the whole truth, yet they’re both still willing/waiting for the other to actually unveil the truth. Also the ‘I get angry too, well, I’m a lot like you’... maybe because they’re brothers but idk! You tell me!
Track ii. I’ll Keep You Safe by Sleeping At Last . ‘You are an artist. But your heart is your masterpiece. And I'll keep it safe’.
Jump back a few years in the Russell family timeline and you’ve got why I chose this one. Keeping Noah safe has been pretty much ingrained into Casey’s being since they grew up in the house that they did but I chose this song in relation to the debt Casey took out. It’s that kind of selfless familial love that drew me to this - that innate want to protect him while Noah actually goes out to achieve his dreams and making them happen. I thought about this quiz I did a while back while listening to this song that was like... the literary character Casey’s most like is Katniss Everdeen lmao and honestly? That relationship with Prim and putting her first? DEAD ON.
Track iii. If we have each other by Alec Benjamin . ‘If we got each other, and that's all we have, I will be your brother, and I'll hold your hand.’
So the song itself is actually three separate stories of kinds of love. But it’s that overarching theme of spoken promises to protect each other that really SOLD me on this (and that entire third verse tbh). That sense of never being fully alone on earth, even in the bleakest moments, because they have one another.
Track iv. You’ve Got a Friend in Me by Rex Orange County and Randy Newman . ‘Some other folks might be A little bit smarter than I am Bigger and stronger too [...] But none of them will ever love you The way I do. It's me and you, boy.’
Would they be a very unlikely pair of friends were they not related? Most likely. But I really wanted something on this playlist that stood as a testament to that part of their dynamic! Casey likes to think that even if they hadn’t been born as brothers they would have crossed paths somewhere in life. I think having Noah as a friend has probably been the most stable and healthy friendship for Casey? Like it’s just true, complete, loyalty and an open mind.
Track v. Ribs by Lorde . ‘You’re the only friend I need, sharing beds like little kids, and laughing til our ribs get tough’.
Less picked for the sense of loneliness in growing up that runs through Ribs but the intense nostalgia? I think it’s safe to say the boys have never really had the easiest ride through life even pre-Candy... but I do think Noah’s always been this safe space for Casey that he can look back at their memories fondly and I feel like it is almost like taking back that stolen childhood now that they do live together by themselves and have to create all new family traditions from scratch.
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‘TOL AND SMOL’ PROMPTS
Drake didn’t expect the night to end in disaster the way it did. At least he could say it wasn’t his fault the show went up in flames — literally. One of the other models walking the show was actually a bit of a heavy duty criminal, and no one caught onto to the fact until weapons were already drawn. From there, it was pure chaos. Drake was in no true danger, it was a matter of seconds before he was out of the building thanks to the taller male hired to be his bodyguard. He did quite a bit of damage to the venue in a short amount of time, at least, that was what the model heard. But it wasn’t too long after authorities were on the scene that the man was apprehended.
Then the circus only expanded into the parking lot - cops asking questions, reporters asking questions, cops shooing away reporters, it was a tough scene to navigate. Thankfully, the two stood just outside of it. Drake had already given his statement, and they only just finished talking to Alec. And Drake, having nothing better to do, decided to wait it out. But it as it got darker outside, it also got a bit chilly. And he especially felt it, since his outfit consisted of a pair of shorts and a sleeveless shirt with a few rather large aesthetic slashes throughout it. He tried to fight the shivers off, but each battle would end in a tremble of defeat.
He didn’t think it was that noticeable until he felt the material start to drape over his shoulders. He was sure he looked a bit silly then, the almost comically large jacket practically weighing him down where he stood. But for once, he didn’t care about that. Because as silly as he may have looked, one thing he couldn’t say was that he was still cold. He attempted to properly put the garment on, arms searching for a home in the longer sleeves until it somewhat resembled more of a jacket and less of a blanket.
“Thanks.” He mumbled, leaning a bit into the taller form standing next to him. “How much longer ‘till we can get outta here?”
The entire crime scene is a mess. One little idiot took it upon himself to cause a major uproar in this photoshoot. Lucky for Drake, Alec was there to help stop most of the damage. The good thing is that Drake is safe. His top priority target was out of danger. Unfortunately, for some, they met their end. It was beating Alec up on the inside that he couldn't save everyone. He has to tell himself his main objective is more important, and that was Drake. Having to talk with other coworkers, other investigators, bystanders, staff members, everyone. It was tiresome.
The FBI has to get involved with these types of situations. The criminal who made this scene is in cuffs and is going to be put away for a long time. It's the rumor that is being spread around with the team. Damn humans. They can't resolve their issues without the use of violence. It pisses Alec off but, he can somewhat relate top them. Some humans feel like violence is the only way to ge their point across. This one made the decision to make sure some people didn't walk out in peace or are placed in bags. It was giving Alec a major headache.
Seeing Drake out in the cold in his modeling outfit, that seemed too thin and unsuitable for the winter. Draping the smaller male in his coat. Sitting right alongside him. "Probably another twenty minutes to an hour. Everyone has something to say. People are in bags, some are spooked, and some are just traumatized by it." A loud sigh. Wanting to leave the crime scene already but, Alec has his work cut out for him tonight. He might get away and take Drake home. "Let me just ask around and see if you have to stay longer. I doubt it since you told the investigators everything already."
Alec also has a duty to take Drake away from the crime scene and to a safe place since his agent asked for a bodyguard. Getting up from the curb of the street. Going around asking if he can take the young male model home since there isn't much they can do now. He got a few okays from his superiors but, it would mean a lot of paperwork when Alec gets back to the office. He'll deal. For now. "C'mon. I got the okay to take you home. You got priority since I'm your bodyguard."
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Starling
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Malec | T | h/c, anxiety | cw: self-harm, disordered eating
Summary: “I’m tired, Magnus,” Alec breathed, and it felt like an admission of guilt. “I’m so tired.”
Luke was saying something, probably something important, but Alec wasn’t paying attention. He needed to be paying attention—he had started this council, after all, and what use was it if he was going to space out the entire time?
But he felt distant, his mind locked on all the other work he needed to be doing, the work that was piling up on his desk, the meetings he had later, the meetings he had tomorrow—
He couldn’t focus. He needed to focus.
He dug his fingers into his leg to try to stop its jittering.
“…and the New York pack is feeling tentatively positive about the new mixed patrols,” Luke finished, nodding at Alec.
Alec smiled back at him with the strength he could muster. “That’s great, Luke,” he said, hoping to god Luke’s statement hadn’t been preceded by anything negative. “Now, if that’s all, I think we can adjourn this meeting.”
As the council dispersed, Luke snagged Alec by the arm. Alec was sure he was going to get chewed out for not paying attention, but Luke merely said, “You doing okay?”
Alec nodded. “Same as ever.”
Luke fixed him with a serious expression. “Look, I know we’re sometimes on opposite sides when it comes to politics. But I don’t want you to think that means you can’t come to me if something’s wrong.” His expression softened into something a little bashful. “I’m kind of your step-dad now.”
Fond amusement crept into Alec’s chest. “I know, and that’s still kind of weird to me, so don’t rub it in.”
“A good weird, I hope?”
“Yeah, definitely.”
Luke clapped him on the shoulder, and as he turned to walk away, Alec said, genuinely, “Thanks, Luke. I appreciate it.”
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Luke’s kind words could only buoy Alec for so long, though. Soon enough, he was back in his office, slogging through paperwork, leg bouncing under his desk.
He couldn’t focus. The words kept skidding right through his brain, making no impact. He had to get this done, or else it was just going to pile up more and more and he’d have twice the work to do tomorrow.
Focus, goddammit.
He was about to bang his head against the desk when Jace leaned in the doorway. “Yo,” he said, “you wanna go kill some demons?”
“Yes,” Alec said, standing up, ignoring the way the room spun, digging his fingernails into his palms to quell his shaking, “god, yes.”
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His bow was a steadying weight in his hand, a connection to reality when he felt like he was floating somewhere alongside it. Alec tightened his grip, feeling the strain in his bones, the callouses forming on his palm.
“Are you doing okay?” Jace asked as they crept through an alley, following a demon’s snaking slime trail.
“Are you worried about me, too?” Alec grumbled, keeping his eyes on the trail.
“Who else is worried about you?”
“Luke.”
“Oh. I would have thought Magnus.” Jace’s voice was cautious, like he thought he might be treading on quicksand.
“Haven’t seen him in three days.” Alec grit his jaw as he said it, trying to externalize the hurt in his chest.
“What?” Jace sounded startled. “Why?”
“Too busy.”
“You, or him?”
“Both.”
This wasn’t strictly true. They were busier than normal, but they’d always found ways to make time for each other at such moments in the past. It was Alec’s own fault, he knew. He’d been declining Magnus’s offers to portal him home, responding to his texts with one-word answers, and he felt bad about it, but he just couldn’t see Magnus right now. If he saw Magnus, got to touch him, hold him, it would shatter his remaining composure.
“Maybe you should take the night off,” Jace suggested. “I’m sure he can move some things around and make time for you.”
He would, and that was the problem. Alec didn’t want to make Magnus upend his schedule for him.
He shook his head. “Let’s just focus on this demon.”
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The demon was a weird hybrid thing, with a sluglike body and long pincers that snapped at the air.
“Gross,” Jace said as they came upon it. “I was hoping for something that wouldn’t ruin my jacket.”
They readied their weapons—
But the demon was faster.
It was so fast, faster than its anatomy would suggest. Before they could strike first, it darted for them, and they leapt out of the way—
Well, Jace leapt out of the way. Alec tried to. His legs were shaking, and not from fear—it took a lot more than one disgusting demon to frighten him. He moved, but there was a delay, like his muscles couldn’t quite read the signals from his brain—and the demon’s pincer caught him in the arm.
Alec hissed in pain, and swiped at it with his blade, severing the limb. The demon rounded on him with its other claw, but Jace jumped in front of Alec, wicked fast, and stabbed it through the eye.
The demon shrieked and disintegrated, and Alec stood there, clutching at his throbbing arm, thinking, god, that was such an easy kill. What’s wrong with me?
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He was still shaking as he got in the shower, black spots dancing at the corners of his vision as he watched the blood run down from the wound. He had managed to convince Jace not to apply an iratze by telling him he wanted to get it checked out in the infirmary for traces of venom first, which left him here, his upper arm stinging, and bleeding sluggishly, and Alec just—watching it, and not doing anything.
He felt frozen, static, he couldn’t do anything but watch the blood drip, drip, drip onto the tile.
It felt right to watch it drain, like he hadn’t been using it correctly, and so no longer deserved it.
He knew he wasn’t supposed to be thinking like that, Magnus had told him not to, and he couldn’t disappoint Magnus—
The thought, which normally would have snapped him out of it, only slid past him like the water droplets sliding down his spine. Alec wrapped his hand around the wound, ostensibly to slow the bleeding, but really to press down on the cut harder, feel that place where what was inside was slipping out into the air.
He grit his teeth against the sting, letting his eyes fall shut and his head drop back against the wall, and he knew he wasn’t supposed to be doing this, he knew he would upset Magnus, but it was the only thing so far that had stilled his shaking.
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Izzy knocked on his door as Alec was sitting on the bed, recently dressed from his shower, contemplating his own inadequacy.
“Hey, you want to grab dinner?”
Alec considered this. He felt hollow, restless energy still curling inside him, tremors running up and down his arms. He didn’t remember the last time he had eaten. He didn’t think it was today.
But he couldn’t eat. He didn’t know why, he just couldn’t. It felt like giving in.
“I’m, um, pretty wiped from patrol,” he told Izzy, “think I’m gonna sleep for a bit and get something later.”
The expression on Izzy’s face looked like she couldn’t decide whether to be concerned that Alec wasn’t eating, or relieved that he was sleeping. Little did she know that he wasn’t doing either.
“Are you sure? I can bring something up if you want? Or I can call Magnus if you’d rather eat with him. I promise I won’t be offended. Well—” she amended, “not too offended.”
Alec tried to smile at her. “It’s fine, Izzy. Thanks.”
As she left the room, he buried his face in his hands and tried to get his thoughts in order. He couldn’t manage to grab them, they kept skittering out of his reach, chasing each other around the confines of his brain.
He needed to focus, he needed to—
He didn’t even know what work he was supposed to be doing right now. It was all hazy, a blur of indistinct responsibilities and pressures fraying his nerves.
Alec pushed himself upright abruptly, intending to—
He never figured out what he was intending to do because his vision went black and he stumbled, keeling over back onto the bed where he lay for a second, getting his bearings, before sliding onto the floor.
The floor was safe. He couldn’t fall if he was already on the floor.
The ridiculous thought snapped something in Alec’s brain back into alignment.
God, what the hell was he doing? Why was he insisting on hurting himself? Why couldn’t he stop?
He scrabbled for his phone on the nightstand with a shaky hand and dialed Magnus’s number before he could second-guess himself.
“I see we’re talking again,” Magnus said when he picked up, and Alec knew he was rightfully upset that Alec had been ghosting him. Alec would have a lot of apologizing to do. Once he could get up off the floor.
“Magnus,” he breathed, the one word all he could manage. It sounded more like a sob.
Any irritation vanished from Magnus’s tone. “Alec? Are you alright? Where are you?”
Alec bit his lip to keep it from trembling. “Can you come get me? I don’t think I can get up.”
This was definitely the wrong thing to say, and would send Magnus into an absolute panic of thinking that Alec was lying seriously hurt somewhere. But Alec was having a hard time filtering his words.
A portal appeared in his room. Magnus must have tracked him rather than try to get another coherent answer out of him.
Magnus stepped into the room, spinning in place, looking frantic. “Alec?”
He stilled when he caught sight of Alec crumpled on the floor. “Oh, my angel.”
Alec’s chest hurt so bad, his eyes were brimming with tears, but everything felt easier to bear once Magnus was in the room. “Magnus,” Alec said again, like his name was the only word that existed.
Magnus crouched beside him, pulling Alec into his arms. Alec tucked his head into the crook of Magnus’s neck, relishing in his warmth, his scent. He clutched at Magnus’s shirt, feeling jangly and uncoordinated, disconnected from his body and simultaneously controlled by it.
“Magnus,” he was still saying, as Magnus’s fingers tangled in the hair at the nape of his neck, his hands Alec’s only tether to the rest of the world, “Magnus, Magnus—”
“Shhhh,” Magnus soothed, running a hand up and down his back, “It’s alright, darling, it’s alright.”
“I’m sorry,” Alec said, lips dragging against Magnus’s throat. Tears were slipping down his cheeks, but there were too many still in his chest for it to feel like a release. “I’m sorry, I’m—”
“Whatever for?” Magnus asked, as he pressed a kiss against Alec’s hair.
“Everything.”
“No,” Magnus said, and his grip tightened in Alec’s shirt. “No, it’s alright. Everything’s alright.”
Magnus didn’t understand. He didn’t understand the ways Alec had been hurting him. He wouldn’t be so forgiving when he did.
Alec shook his head. “It’s not,” he said, “it’s not.”
“It’s not?” Magnus questioned, humoring him, trying to get him to talk more. Then his hands stilled as something occurred to him. “Alexander, are you hurt?”
Alec contemplated lying, but he hated lying to Magnus. He nodded against his neck.
Then Magnus was holding him at arm’s length, looking him over. “Where?” he demanded. “Where? Show me.”
Alec gestured to his arm, avoiding Magnus’s gaze. Magnus carefully rolled his sleeve up and peered at the wound, which Alec hadn’t even bandaged, never mind healing.
Alec expected Magnus to heal it right away, but instead he turned to look at Alec searchingly. “Do you want me to heal this?” he asked. “I want an honest answer, Alexander.”
Miserably, Alec shook his head. “No.” Even now, the stinging edge of the cut was keeping him from spiraling off to who knew where. He waited for the disappointment in Magnus’s gaze.
What he got instead was resignation and grief. “I thought not,” Magnus said, and cupping Alec’s neck, leaned in to plant a kiss on his forehead. “Can I take you home?” he asked. “I don’t think being here is doing you any good.”
“Yeah,” Alec said shakily. He would follow Magnus’s touch anywhere right now.
Magnus pulled him to his feet. Alec had to lean on him for a moment before he got his balance.
Between two blinks Magnus had portalled them to the loft and bustled Alec over to the bed. He sat him up against the headboard, manhandling Alec’s limbs where he needed to, tucking the comforter in around him with quick, jerky movements.
“Have you eaten today?”
“No.”
“I didn’t think so.”
Magnus climbed into bed and sat cross-legged beside him, snapping his fingers so a bowl landed in Alec’s lap.
“It’s nothing heavy, just plain pasta,” he explained, and when Alec opened his mouth to protest, fixed him with a stern look. “You need sustenance, Alexander. Eat it.”
It was almost refreshing to get the anger he’d been expecting. Alec ate the pasta mechanically, watching Magnus out of the corner of his eye. It was only when he saw him twisting his hands together that he realized: it wasn’t anger. It was fear.
“Magnus, I’m—”
“Don’t you dare apologize. I’m sorry that I didn’t see you sliding backwards.”
He had been sliding backwards. He’d worked so hard to get where he was, and it was all dissolving in his grasp, and he didn’t know how to stop himself from ruining everything.
“You can’t see what I don’t want to show you,” Alec said softly.
Magnus curled in on himself, exhaling shakily. “Don’t you know you can talk to me? I won’t judge you, I— I thought you knew that.”
Magnus had done everything imaginable to prove that to him. It was Alec’s dumb brain that was making this difficult.
“Please let me help you,” Magnus begged, hands clenched in the comforter.
Alec put the bowl of pasta—still only half-finished—on the bedside table and curled up with his head in Magnus’s lap, nuzzling into his belly. Magnus hands went immediately to his hair, and Alec sighed.
“It’s hard,” he admitted. “I get— stuck. Sometimes I don’t realize I’m stuck until it’s too late.”
He was still trembling a little, shivers of nerves running down his limbs, restlessness not quite quelled.
“I know,” Magnus said, “I’m not upset with you, I promise.” He scratched at Alec’s scalp, and Alec’s eyes fluttered shut, an entirely different kind of shiver running through him. He felt tears pricking at his eyes again—Magnus’s hands felt so good, he felt so safe under his touch, and he didn’t deserve him.
“Oh, my love,” Magnus said when he saw his tears, “you’re slipping away. Come back to me.”
“I’m tired, Magnus,” Alec breathed, and it felt like an admission of guilt. “I’m so tired.”
“I know, darling.” Magnus caressed his face, right under his eye, where there were no doubt dark circles of exhaustion. “I know.”
Alec could feel his control crumbling again, mind racing, jitters echoing down his limbs, and he breathed out, loud and fast, against Magnus’s stomach—
Magnus tugged at his hair, kind of sharp, to get his attention, and Alec jolted as his thoughts evened out, just for a second, his abused body going still.
“Alec?”
Alec nuzzled in closer to Magnus’s belly, mindlessly seeking out any relief he could get. “Please.”
“Did that help?” There was a shred of amusement in Magnus’s voice, but he resumed his ministrations in Alec’s hair, tugging harder at the strands, his hands gentle and demanding at once. Alec’s whole body shuddered as he surrendered to Magnus’s touch, to his careful yet insistent hold.
“Please don’t let go of me,” Alec managed to murmur, voice muffled by Magnus’s shirt. He wasn’t sure where he’d end up if Magnus ever let go.
Magnus curled over him, his breath warm on Alec’s face, his entire being focused on Alec trembling apart in his lap. “Never,” he said, just a breath, barely audible. “Nothing could pry my hands away from you.”
I believe you, Alec thought, I believe you.
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title from Dante’s Inferno, Canto 5
As winter starlings riding on their wings
Form crowded flocks, so spirits dip and veer
Foundering in the wind’s rough buffetings,
Upward or downward, driven here and there
With never ease from pain nor hope of rest.
#malec#malec fic#shadowhunters#my writing#can you tell i relate to alec a little too much?#hahahaha#rip
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Dearest Magnus,
Jem, Kit and I are so looking forward to your visit. In preparation, Kit has been attempting to teach Mina to say your name. She’s almost got it, but you may have to content yourself with being called “Agnes,” as she has trouble with the M — very trying for her as she is so advanced in her speech, just as you say Max was. You should have heard them in the kitchen this morning. “Who is coming to visit, Mina?” “Agnes!” I feel that your alter ego, Agnes, would wear sequins and be absolutely deadly at whist.
Thank you for your thoughts about the wards. I will look for labradorite at the gem store in Exeter. I tried what you suggested with the chickens—I was able to borrow a Blue Orpington from a neighbor on the last quarter moon. Since then chickens seem to be avoiding Kit, so maybe it will work on demons too? (Though can you really tell when a chicken is avoiding someone as opposed to just being a chicken?)
Jem and I are endeavoring to walk a narrow line, keeping Kit safe and hidden while also providing him with the most normal life we can. We don’t want to lock him away in a tower like a fairytale princess—he’d be miserable. And Mina would be miserable, she just adores him and rides everywhere on his back, clutching onto his shirt with her little hands. It reminds me of the way James and Lucie used to ride on Will’s shoulders. I suppose times change, but children never do.
We’re trying to allow Kit freedom wherever we can. He’s enrolled at the small school in the village, where a few of his friends know about the Shadow World and others don’t. There’s a local pack of werewolves who we’ve become friendly with, and some of their children go to school with him. I’ve begun to suspect that Kit has a girlfriend, but he’s secretive about it. (I guess that’s another thing that never changes about children—how secretive they are. I just hope he knows he can tell us anything. Especially related to demons, or in Kit’s case, the fey. A hundred and ten years later and I’m still edgy.)
He’s a puzzle, our Christopher Jonathan Herondale. About some things he’s opened up, and is willing to talk to Jem and me about them freely — his father, and what it was like growing up being able to see all sorts of peculiar things but not really understanding why. About being taught to fear Shadowhunters. About his concerns about his heritage — what it means, what kind of power he might have. I think it frustrates him, not knowing.
Other things he won’t talk about. We have asked him about Ty, as you and I discussed, but he’s like a brick wall about their friendship. Whatever happened he won’t speak of it. I think Livvy’s death hit him harder than we guessed, too. I’ve heard him call out her name in his sleep, always in this very despairing way. Sometimes he’ll say Not if you do this. Not if you do this, Ty. I feel like whatever they fought about, it must have been awful. But people can be terrible when they’re grieving; we both know that.
You can probably tell from everything I’ve said how much I — how much we — love Kit. I just love him, Magnus, like he was my own. He is my own. I’d kill anyone who wanted to hurt him, just as I would protect Mina or Jem with my life. I never thought I’d have this again, this perfect family I love so much it hurts. Strange after so many years to be so surprised by one’s own feelings — but I imagine it’s much the same for you, isn’t it? Speaking of which, I hope you and Alec and the kids are well. Please let Max know that we found his superhero cape—it was inside the piano.
I enclose a picture from your last visit here. How adorable they all are!
Love,📷
Tessa
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There was a Girl...
Pairing | Jace Wayland x reader
Summary | When Clary becomes a shadowhunter, she notices how cold and ruthless Jace is. Every one seems to relate to his pain, not resonating at quite the same level. They’re all mourning nevertheless.
Warnings | Mentions of death, brief smut (handjob), angst, heartbreak, unrequited feelings (for Clary)
Requested ✖️
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Opening your eyes, you awoke to Jace's chest, his blonde hair falling over his face. You preferred how it looked when it was a little bit scruffy instead of slicked back, and you reached for one of the hanging strands. They were like seams of gold, reflecting from the light that hid within him.
Most people had the wrong perspective on the young man, they only saw a well skilled shadow hunter. But they ignored the smart and witty, yet simultaneously charming person that he was underneath all of his runes. His parabatai Alec was familiar with the set of abilities that his brother figure had, and all that he would accomplish. People thought, because of Jace’s distorted, and confusing past, that he was just another warrior to serve whatever institute that he was sent to.
But in fact, he was not. His duty would always be, to put his family and friends first. He liked to put you on the top of the list, but you always felt the need to scrap that idea, claiming that you could not be his priority from start to finish. It was as though you knew what you future held for you, and how indeed, he could not manage to protect every person that he cared about. The prospect was a great responsibility, far too much for one shadow hunter, even if they be among the best of their kind.
To put such a weight on your own shoulders was defiantly cruel, it would always end in failure, no matter what was done to prevent said downfall. There was never a possibility of saving everyone, that was insanity. The monsters had to kill, in order for you all to remain outside of Idris, and continue on with your heaven sent duty.
“Jace?” You could tell he was awake from how he smiled at the sound of your voice. “Come on.” It was an attempt to encourage him, but you were quick to realise that it wasn’t working. He didn’t like mornings all that much, for good reason too, after all you were shadowhunters.
“Jace.” Your voice became louder and clearer, up to the point where it no longer sounded like your own. He looked away from the screen, to see the new girl watching him. She had an expectant glaze to her green eyes, which were much different from the shield that was covering his own. His pools were surrounded by a shadow of grief, pulling down the entirety of his face to the point where it looked as though he no longer wanted to live.
And that wasn’t entirely incorrect, he struggled at life, often never finding a moment of happiness, and if he did, then he would paint a smile upon his face and wear it to satisfy everyone else around. He had tried to cope with the loss that burdened his heart so gravely, yet nothing made it feel okay. You’d want him to move on, whether it be to lose his vengeful esteem concerning your passing, or find someone else to confide in late at night, to stay up with talking as his head rested upon the pillow, that he needed to wash, so it didn’t smell like you.
Or even, if not to share a bed with this new person, your overall plan as you sat with the angels above would be to find some kind of peace. But that appeared to be the last thing that he wanted as he digitally scoured the city of New York for monsters to uncover, and kill. If he couldn’t protect you, the love of his life, then he would settle for doing so with humans, after all, that had been the way that you had gone. The job had been your passion, yet simultaneously your downfall, and he’d be fine if one of these days he failed to tackle a beast, and it got to him first.
“Clary.” He greeted her, wanting to remove a dangerous monster from the streets by decapitating it. In memory, he would use your favourite blade, spilling blood upon its glowing stake to keep your legacy continuing, although, it did not do much but serve to release Jace’s frustrations. It was a day in which he wanted to speak to nobody, have nobody following him, nor asking him mundane questions about what it meant to be a shadowhunter. Hell, he didn’t even know! To him, the lifestyle was nothing more than accommodated anguish, though, he had been told not to promote it using those words, otherwise, there wouldn’t exactly be many people lining up to join the adverse fight.
And one of the people that he had in mind concerning excitement over a dire and ‘exciting’ lifestyle was Clary. She was naive, and whilst she didn’t know everything, today wasn’t particularly the day in which he wished to explain it to her. It, being predominantly anything. Whilst he had managed to be nice to her during the first few days, it was out of courtesy, considering Alec had an instant distaste towards the wide eyed redhead; he wasn’t sure why, but he supposed that Clary could see a detail of himself that was hidden from the others.
However, even through Jace’s welcoming exterior, was in pain. The feeling tormented him, denying him a break from the patronising pressure, leaving him to hold blame to nobody but himself. The hurt was cemented into his eyes, reflecting as he watched all other tragedies with a stone cold expressions, them hardly affecting him, because he had and was experiencing the worst routine of torture that was possible to him. He had watched you die, and nothing could take those horrific memories from him, no matter how much he wanted them gone.
That was the last time that he saw you. When you passed in his arms, a large wound in your abdomen pouring out with blood, drowning his desperate hands as he tried his utmost to put pressure on the life threatening injury. He wanted to save you but he didn’t know how, his training had always claimed that killing the monsters was more important than saving the life of a shadowhunter from an unknown bloodline. There had been nothing to prepare him for that day in the field, he was a fighter, and taught to be so, not a healer; he wasn’t a medic, he was just a warrior. “What do you want?” Blatantly fell from his round lips as he cast an eye towards the newbie, unimpressed by her timing, or her presence at all.
Clearly, she hadn’t received the memo to leave him be, especially today out of all the rest. Alec, having the personalised intel as to why Jace was emitting a solitary rut understood why he wished to be alone, and respected the space, granting him as much time to himself as he wanted. And whilst Alec was your friend also, he could feel the deep longing that was stabbing his parabatai in the chest, and it killed him too. Your death had been so unexpected, and now without you, there was a void within the institute. And the archer felt as though Clary was trying to fill it, and he saw that as nothing more than disrespect, though she was probably ignorant to the history that wandered the halls.
Her face revelled back at his tone, but nevertheless she continued on with her prying. “I was wondering if I could join you on the hunt, I’m getting better, Izzy even said so.” Jace refrained from rolling his eyes, and contained the feeling that was trying to burst out of his chest. It was anger, directed at everyone that was still alive, including himself. There was no fairness in it, to say that he was sad was an understatement, he was eternally devastated, the death of you had broken him, crumbled him into a figure that he no longer recognised.
“No, you can’t Clary.” He dismissed her, walking away, and going to grab his seraph so that he could hunt this sucker down, and bring upon the same kind of pain to its family as its kind had down to him. God, did you look badass as you swung it, and the thought alone had tears resonating in his unmatched eyes, thinking of how it was the last relic that remained of you.
Walking casually into the armoury, Jace had his hands prized in the depths of his pockets, as his expert and quick fleeting eyes focalised on you, and the weapon within your hold. Your body leant in harmony with the blade, the sound of it woosh-img in the air satisfying to all that could hear; that being only you and the Wayland boy.
“Can i not train in peace?” You groaned, lowering the blade whence you realised that you were being watched. The eyes trailed up your side where your shirt had ridden up, raking over the rune that you had drew upon your skin only this morning. A light laugh fell from Jace’s lips as he stalked forward, taking your seraph out of your hand, and going to lob it upon the ground, but the stern look in your eyes stopped him. Instead, against his nature, he placed it down as though it were made of glass, and rose to stand before you once more.
“Not when you look that good.” The blonde retorted with a sly smirk, sliding his hands up the sides of your hips, finding absolute solace in the feel of your skin. He could be against you forever, and he would not complain, so long as it did last for such a time. “Makes me want to do things to you y/n y/l/n. Terrible things. What would the heads think?” He asked, in reference to those that were in charge of the institute.
Stifling down remarked laughter at his sensually intended words, you raised your forefinger to the space above his brows, and poked him with enough pressure, so that he would pay attention to the notion. “That you’re not thinking with your own.” You went to cross your arms, but instead, Jace grabbed them, moving down to cast his hand over your own.
“Oh, I’m not.” The shadowhunter confirmed, placing your hand upon the crotch of his sweats, applying enough force behind his grip so that you could feel him twitching. “I am indeed having thoughts from elsewhere, would you like to see my sweet?” Licking your lips, you nodded, watching as he peeled the layer away, wrapping your hand around his base, and giving him a few jerks, feeling his pulse race through his cock.
“Tell me more about what you’re thinking my love.” You bit your bottom lip, fluttering your eyelashes up at him, only to reverberate a groan from the blonde male. He panted as your pace quickened, and he was almost certain that he was going to spray his jizz all over the floor if you did not uphold your sexual administrations. His head leant back, as pleasured sounds broke through the clenching of his teeth.
And then, it all stopped as a voice, dressed in absolute disgust, written over with unmotivated shock, interrupted your little exchange. “Really guys, this is a gym, not your damned bedroom. The two of you really are disgusting!” It was Alec, and he cringed at the fact that he had seen his best friend’s cock being stroked in your grasp. Yeah, he wasn’t going to be training today, or at least, not in the asserted place for it.
“Clary.” Izzy called her name, wearing a short lived smile. Whence she studied the expression of the redhead, she was quick to pay attention to the disappointment upon her face. There was confusion laddered in her skin, masking it with creased that made her look worried all at the same time. “What happened?” The Lightwood woman asked concerned, bracing a hand upon said girl’s shoulder.
“Jace snapped at me.” The newcomer informed her, frowning at the prospect, and then after all that, he had stormed off, as though she didn’t even matter. She felt well and truly rejected, like a newspaper that had been tossed in the street, and ending up in a horrible puddle. “I thought he might have liked me, but his attitude says otherwise.”
Izzy twitched her nose; she knew what day it was. There was no way to break it to Clary easy that Jace had no amorous emotions towards her, and so instead of being blunt with the new resident at the institute, she decided to tell the woman a story. “There was a girl...” she began, knowing that after all was explained, that Clary would understand.
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Uncle Ben and Little Luke
AKA we combine several types of time travel for maximum Soft Chaos, let’s go
EDIT NOW THAT I’VE WRITTEN THIS UP: jfc this ended up much angstier than initially intended uhhhhhhhhhh sorry
So a common enough thing I’ve seen in time travel fics is characters getting de-aged when tossed back physically, to neither the age they should be in that time, nor the age they were from the time they left, but whatever is most convenient. This is usually de-aging OT Obi-Wan into his TCW self, for reasons relating to, chiefly, removing the damage of Tatooine absolutely destroying his body alongside PTSD-driven alcoholism, but also because fic writers are horny, and Ewan McGregor playing a late-thirties negotiator is on average more appealing to people than Alec Guinness playing a vaguely feral desert hermit.
So, here’s how it plays out:
We take Luke and Ben from some point in the OT. There are a variety of options depending on how angsty we want it to be. My first instinct is ‘right after Owen and Beru die’ but I want to have that sweet angst where Luke knows that his dad is Vader and that Obi-Wan was trying to convince him to kill his own father without telling him that.
We’ll go with shortly after Bespin, and then they end up significantly before TPM. The Obi-Wan of the timeline proper is, eh, let’s say eighteen. Not really ready to be a knight, but old enough that we don’t have to worry about “if we go save Shmi, do we somehow wipe out Anakin?” which is absolutely a worry. Anakin is a toddler, and is in no place to be evil, on account of being literally two years old. He can’t even explode people with his brain yet.
Now, Ben finds himself mid-thirties, as is traditional. He’s not upset at this, because his joints hurt so much less than they used to! His knees aren’t exactly teenage-perfect, but by the Force are they better than they were in the years before he died! His hair has color! He doesn’t have arthritis! And, goodness, no physical withdrawal symptoms! The psychological aspect is still there, but nonetheless, he’s in much better shape than he last remembers being.
Luke looks like he’s about six. He was recently twenty-two. This is not an upgrade. Ben keeps having to carry him. He can’t see over the counter when they enter a bar for information. He can’t enter the bar in the first place. He’s very annoyed by all of this.
Ben is not annoyed. Ben is having a lot of emotions, actually, but annoyance isn’t one of them. He didn’t get to help raise Luke the way he might have if Anakin hadn’t lost his shit, okay, he sees a small Luke and he wants to hug him and cry.
Luke would like to be able to purchase a speeder part without the lady at the stall asking him if he needs his “dad’s” permission.
Once they figure out when and where they are, they need to decide where and how to leave. There are general shenanigans to gamble their way into enough money to hire a ship. They are in the ass end of nowhere, but definitely not Tatooine. There appears to be a jungle. There appears to be a significant variety of man-eating creatures. There appears to be a temple to the Force of questionable origin. None of this is actually helpful, except for the moment they find a “baby’s first lightsaber” in the temple.
Luke only has one hand and, being a six-year-old, his body is growing too fast for him to bother with getting a wired-in prosthesis the way he could as an adult. He can get a more basic prosthesis, but nothing that attaches to the neurons. He’ll outgrow it too fast.
He’s tiny and he’s not used to doing things with just one hand. He uses the Force to do what one hand can't, and every time someone tries to tell him he's misusing the Force he whaps them with the empty sleeve.
So, you know, they find out what year it is. Ben has a breakdown. Luke is upset that he left behind his friends. Ben admits to him that Leia was his twin. Luke stares in horror because dude, she kissed him, you couldn’t have mentioned this earlier???
Ben points out that Beru and Owen were keeping Luke away from him for nineteen years, and then they had about three days of awkward travel to find Leia in the first place, and then Ben died. He didn’t have a whole lot of time to figure out how to tell him.
(This sparks an argument that lasts several days. All onlookers assume that Ben’s son is throwing a tantrum. He doesn’t correct them, even though this is a very valid reason to be upset, because the truth is much harder to explain.)
Sooooo they travel. Mostly, Ben plays Sabacc, cleans house, and pays their way towards Coruscant. Luke still really wants to learn to be a Proper Jedi, even though Ben is pretty sure that Luke would have... a lot of difference of opinion with the Temple, but sure. Coruscant. They can at least stop by, and see Qui-Gon, and Mace, and Quinlan, and Bant, and everyone else that’s still alive and not tragically deceased in the horror following the start of the Clone Wars and then the birth of the Empire, and Ben can have a nice sob over all his dead friends being alive again.
Ben is only barely holding it together while Luke is in the room with him at any given point. But it’s fine! It’s fine. He’s fine. All of his loved ones have come back to life! It’s great! HE’S FINE.
He is not fine.
Luke is also grieving all the people who haven’t been born yet, but he’s... significantly more okay than Ben is.
The closer they get to the Core, the more often people just assume Ben is Luke’s father, and then look shocked and uncomfortable when Luke flatly calls him by his name, and they just... compromise. This is the point at which Luke starts calling him “Uncle Ben.”
Ben cries in his bunk later that night. Luke overhears it and wonders how the HELL Ben is more unstable now, when there’s a chance to fix things and no Vader or Empire trying to kill or capture both of them, and all his friends are alive.
(Luke will later learn a lot about PTSD and realize this is actually a fairly normal situation, to process significant events and emotions only after gaining safety or catharsis.)
(Twenty years on a ball of sand with an alcohol addiction and debilitating fear of the man you raised as your own brother is not, in fact, safe or cathartic.)
At any rate, they’ve settled into that pattern by the time they reach the Inner Rim. The Inner Rim is the part of the galaxy at which they’ve collected enough money (and mental stability) to travel a little better, and to take a few more risks.
Risks like “manipulate people with those baby blues.”
Ben tells Luke that he’s a menace, after he pouts so cutely that he gets a free scarf added on to a purchase that Ben makes. Luke responds that Ben has no room to talk, since he flirted a free breakfast out of that one inn owner.
Also, Luke is currently physically six. That is objectively a situation that sucks. He deserves to use it for all it’s worth if he’s stuck like this.
“You know, if you keep wearing all-black and looking longingly at the velvet cape and Space Chanel boots, the temple is going to worry that you’re a darksider.”
“Uncle Ben... you told me, yesterday, that I sparkle so brightly in the Force that it’s almost blinding.”
“Yes, but the gloves--”
They don’t agree on this, but Ben relents. He does actually understand good fashion, unfortunately, and he’s not unaware of how much Leia taught Luke about such things.
Luke’s about forty years ahead of the curve, of course, but Skywalkers are prone to such things. It’s usually in regards to technology, granted, but...
They get to Coruscant. Ben is very obviously a Jedi. He knows all the right words and walks like a Soresu master and feels warm and comforting in the Force. They let him in with minimal questions. They note down “my first padawan left the order to have a child, but died shortly after; I consider Luke here to be my nephew, and have raised him as such,” and move on.
Luke is vaguely annoyed because he already had an uncle (and aunt) that raised him, but he admits that a person can have more than one uncle. He can live with this. Ben was more family to Anakin than Owen was, in some ways, so it’s kind of true. Luke is even working on feeling more childish affection for Ben instead of the complicated mess of emotions that come from being lied to about some very large and important subjects, and then seeing the person saying those lies have regular emotional breakdowns due to something as small as Luke saying he likes the curve of the hull on that freighter.
(Apparently he sounds just like his father did as a child. This is almost heartwarming.)
The thing is! The thing. The thing is, they almost make it to the Halls of Healing to get looked over for weird viruses, or Outer Rim Parasites, or whatever the hells needs to be happening. They almost make it without Ben having a flashback to dead younglings or brainwashed troopers or the declaration of a Sith Empire. They almost make it without incident.
Then Ben sees Qui-Gon, and freezes, and does not move again.
Luke cannot get him to restart.
People are staring.
They haven’t even made it to Medical, Uncle Ben, come on.
Young, local Obi-Wan comes over and asks if there’s something he can do to help. Or maybe this “Ben” knows Qui-Gon? Master Jinn doesn’t recognize Ben, but maybe Luke knows more?
Luke does know more, but what Luke actually says is “he probably needs a mind healer.”
(Ben will not appreciate this.)
(Ben is unfortunately standing in the middle of the hallway and completely unresponsive, and is unable to argue with this assertion.)
(Ben is pretty much proving this assertion entirely correct, actually.)
Obi-Wan is helpful, if a little bitchy in the manner of most late-teens individuals, and offers to help get Uncle Ben down to the Halls of Healing. It involves Obi-Wan gently pushing on Ben’s shoulders, and Qui-Gon offering to carry Luke so he can be in Ben’s sights (because Ben is a Mystery, and Qui-Gon is quite fond of those, so he wants to stay involved). Ben kind of just... shuffles on down.
There are medical tests. They ask about how Luke lost his hand. He refuses to talk about it. They ask how Ben got all his scars. Luke says he doesn’t know. They ask if he knows why Ben looks like he’s been through a war. Luke says it’s because he probably was.
They check for foreign viruses. They find evidence of thus-far-unpatented vaccinations. They ask Luke if he knows what he’s vaccinated for.
“How would I know? I’m six.”
They agree that this is a good excuse.
(It is not. He’s lying. They do not know this.)
They do some more tests. They find a lot of questionable medical bullshit in Ben’s body. Most of this is from the clone wars, but they don’t know this. Someone realizes they haven’t gotten a ping back from the Shadow Network regarding “do we have permission to pull the medical file of a Jedi that isn’t in the normal database? We’re assuming you know who he is, since we don’t.”
The Shadow Network does not know who Ben is.
The healers, of course, go “huh, that’s weird, but maybe the name he gave his nephew was fake. We can’t exactly ask ‘Ben’ for more details right now. We already had to sedate him. Let’s check the DNA!”
The DNA pulls up as Obi-Wan Kenobi.
The padawan who brought this guy in two hours ago.
“Huh, that’s weird. Let’s call in Kenobi and ask if he knows what’s going on.”
Obi-Wan absolutely does not know what’s going on.
They ask Luke.
“Oh, I don’t know,” he says, lying through his teeth and not even pretending otherwise.
“You’re not a very good liar,” teenage Obi-Wan tells him.
“I’m not trying to be,” Luke says. “Can you get Master Yoda? I feel like we’re going to need him.”
They normally wouldn’t get Yoda on the request of a six-year-old, but they also normally don’t have a catatonic thirty-something Jedi who looks like he’s been through a war popping up in the medical database as the pimply teenage padawan that broke his pinky trying to do a Badass Ataru Flip last week.
Or... whatever Luke i... is... oh dear.
“Young one,” Qui-Gon asks, while people whisper-shout behind him, not realizing he’s cutting the Correlian Knot and just asking the kid himself. “Do you know why your midichlorian count is so high? It’s almost unheard of.”
“Uncle Ben said my dad was the Chosen One,” Luke says, because he is capable of being a little shit and is actually really eager to let Ben deal with some of the fallout. He feels for the man, really, but he’s also tired of being the one to field every single question.
Also, the expressions that pass on Qui-Gon’s face are hilarious.
(Luke may or may not be more affected by his six-year-old brain than he would like to admit.)
“Thank you,” Qui-Gon says, sounding more than a little strangled about it.
It takes another three hours for Ben to wake up.
He listens to the questions. He hears what they say his ‘nephew’ said. He looks at Luke.
“Is this revenge for not telling you about Leia?”
“It’s not revenge,” Luke does not lie. “I just don’t know how to explain it.”
“It’s pretty easy to explain.”
“It’s not my secret.”
“This is revenge for the Leia thing.”
“No,” Luke says. “Revenge for the Leia thing was when I ate a live frog in front of you.”
This is the point at which someone interrupts and points out that they appear to be stalling.
“Oh, he is,” Luke tells them. He gestures at Ben. “I can’t tell you more, because it’s more his story than mine.”
“I’m afraid, Master, that I am very likely to have an emotional breakdown if I allow myself to consider the reality of this situation for longer than the fraction of a second I already have,” Ben reports, full of false cheer. “Suffice to say, I am far from stable and have only held out this far for Luke’s sake.”
“Can you explain why you have my DNA?” Obi-Wan asks, as the person who’s most concerningly involved in this situation.
“You can,” Ben says, smiling like there is absolutely nothing wrong in the slightest, ever. “I’m you, from the future. I actually died and spent a few years dead before coming back. I’m not sure why I’m younger than I was when I died, but I appreciate being able to put on my shoes without my knees attempting to mutiny.”
“He needs a mind healer,” Luke reiterates, in case the strained grin hasn’t made it clear. “So do I, but not as much.”
“I have felt literally every person in this Temple save for Luke and Yoda die,” Ben reports, looking a shade more manic than a few seconds earlier. “It’s very overwhelming to feel you all being alive again. I may be approaching a mental breakdown, and I’ve been rather strictly advised against using alcohol to treat my traumas again.”
Luke kicks him in the thigh. It’s not a very hard kick, because he is very small, and he does actually like Ben. “I’m not letting you turn into an old drunk again.”
After several seconds of silence, a healer quietly suggests that everyone clear the room, and asks if someone could fetch Master Yoda as the youngling requested.
(THIS IS ALMOST THREE THOUSAND WORDS. I started it less than two hours ago. Why am I like this.)
#Ben Kenobi#Obi Wan Kenobi#Luke Skywalker#Qui Gon Jinn#Time Travel#De Aging#Phoenix Posts#Uncle Ben and Little Luke
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I’ve been thinking (surprising, I know), and these are the positions I think the main tmi ships would sleep in
Clace:
Clary and Jace would be are that couple that constantly playfights, and they are dorks who would totally do the same with cuddling.
They probably switch a lot of the time who is the big spoon (and they decide this by rolling around on the bed to see who is victorious).
More often that not, Clary is the big spoon.
Since she’s so tiny (I say despite the fact that I’m shorter than her), it kind of looks ridiculous sometimes, but they don’t care.
Sometimes, after they’re asleep, Clary accidentally pushes Jace off the bed and just lays sprawled out across their bed.
Whenever this^ happens, Jace just falls back asleep on the floor or hanging onto the edge of the bed despite Clary telling him to not do that because "your back is going to hurt!”
Jace insists that he does it because he can’t get Clary to move back to her side of the bed, but, really, he just doesn’t want to accidentally wake her up by moving her.
Malec:
Alec is the little spoon. I’ve read a few things in the past where he’s always denied it, but I feel like he’d totally be that person who’d be like “I am lol, what are you going to do about it?”
Either that, or Magnus sleeps lying on top of Alec like a cat (like how he did in TRSOM). They accidentally (read: totally on purpose) fall asleep on the couch like this all. the. time.
Sometimes, Alec is the one who falls asleep while lying on top of Magnus. After a particularly tiring mission or patrol, he goes back to the loft, only wanting one thing; Magnus.
Magnus is one of those people who works late into the night (even past the time when Alec gets back from work) and sometimes needs a reminder to stop.
Alec gives these reminders by wrapping his arms around Magnus’s back and resting his head on Magnus’s shoulder and being like “I’m tired, come to bed.”
A lot of the time, Magnus responds with “go on, I’ll be there in a minute” and most of the time he is there. But he’s sometimes not.
When that happens, Alec usually drags him to bed and gives him lectures (that are similar to the ones he’s been given in the past) about how Magnus needs to take care of himself.
Magnus pretends he doesn’t like being told off, but really it’s nice to have someone who cares that much.
Sizzy:
I don’t know why, but I feel like Simon and Izzy would be that couple who doesn’t enjoy cuddling while sleeping that much. That doesn’t mean their relationship is any less healthy, they just like their space (can relate).
They sleep on opposite sides of the bed and share a blanket.
Sometimes they reach out a hand or foot in between. Not touching, just there.
Sometimes they indulge in cuddling though and they have the most inconsistent sleeping positions ever when they do.
Occasionally, they sleep sideways to just “Mix things up a bit”
Sometimes Simon holds Izzy when she needs the reminder that he’s not leaving again,
And Izzy does the same when he needs the reminder that he can remember her.
Bonus! Heline:
They’d be that couple to face each other while they’re sleeping and hold each other super close.
They’d throw a ton of blankets on top of them too.
This probably started when they were stuck at Wrangel Island and were always freezing. The position offered comfort and warmth, something they both needed,
And it kind of just stuck even after they left.
Minus the piles of blankets.
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The Right Chapter Nine || Aaron Hotchner x Fem Reader
Hello and happy Tuesday besties! ICYMI, I posted a bit of smutty goodness for all of you 18+ folks here. If you’d like to be added to my general Hotch fic taglist please let me know!
Read previous chapters of this fic here!
contains: canon-typical discussion of violence, food mention, therapy, cuddling.
wc: 2k
When you woke up the next morning, there were flowers in a vase on your bedside table. You’re smiling before you’ve even wiped the sleep away from your eyes, grabbing the sticky note that was stuck to the vase.
“Would’ve sent these to your desk, but figured that wouldn’t go unnoticed by a team of behavior experts. Hope they made you smile anyways. -AH
An expert on behavior and he was only hoping that he could make you smile, you laughed to yourself, rolling out of bed and finding Aaron in the kitchen with a mug of coffee, packing Jack’s lunch.
“When did you find the time to do that, Hotchner? Don’t you ever sleep?” You asked, and he looked up at you, breaking out in a smile.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” He shrugs, looking back down to his carrot slices as you cross the kitchen in pursuit of a cup of coffee. He places the knife down and tugs you closer to him by the palm of your hand so he can drop a kiss to the top of your head. It makes you feel warm all over. You hear the insistent smacking of small feet on hardwood and step away from Aaron in an instant, not wanting to be caught by Jack.
“Morning bud,” Aaron calls across the kitchen. Jack responds with a yawn, which makes you giggle. He smiles at you.
“Are you gonna have to go catch bad guys again?” He asks. “I missed you and dad.”
“Oh little man, we missed you too! We probably won’t get called away today but I can’t say for sure. If dad and I come home tonight, do you want to have a special movie night so we can all spend some time together?”
Jack nods ferociously, and practically starts buzzing with excitement. “Can we watch monsters inc?”
“Oh, that’s one of my favorites!”
“Dad?” Jack looked to his father for confirmation.
“Of course, bud. But you’d better eat all of these carrots I’m packing in your lunch if you want a treat.” Aaron smiled at Jack, who agreed easily. “Come on, we don’t want to miss the bus.” He said, ushering Jack out the door with a Danimals and an orange while you finished getting ready. You were struck for a moment by how easily you had slid into the Hotchner boys’ morning routines, and you realized that you would miss it once you found your own place. But it was for the best-- you hoped that you and Aaron would be serious enough to consider living together, but you didn’t want to force it too early in the relationship and cause problems.
When Aaron comes back, you’re dressed and ready to head off to work. He grabs his briefcase and suit jacket off of one of the chairs at the kitchen table.
“D’you eat?” He asked as he pulled his jacket over his arms.
“I had coffee. I’m not a big breakfast person.” You tell him, surprised that he hasn’t already noticed this about you.
“Grab a fruit.” He tells you.
“Did you eat?’ You ask him, and the tips of his ears turn pink. “Yeah, that’s what I thought, Hotchner. Why don’t you grab a fruit.” You teased, tossing him an orange from the bowl and tucking a banana into your purse as you stepped out the door, with Aaron locking up behind you. He wrapped his free arm around your waist as the two of you walked to the car.
“I have something to tell you, and you’re going to be mad at me.” Aaron confesses about halfway through your drive to work.
“Ah, so that’s what the flowers were about.” You said facetiously.
“No, the flowers were from your boyfriend, this news is from your boss.” He clarifies.
“Oh?” You asked, needing him to explain more.
“You’ve got a psych eval this morning.” He confesses and you groan.
“Ugh, Hotch, really?”
“Even if we could ignore what happened with Josh-- which, for the record, you shouldn’t-- you were held hostage by an unsub.”
“For like, twenty minutes!” You interrupted him.
“It’s bureau policy, dear. There’s nothing I can do about it.”
“And you can’t just say that you gave me the psych eval and I passed?”
“No,” he tells you, sighing. “For us to be together, we need to keep everything above board. Hopefully no one starts on a warpath when we decide we’re ready to share this, but if they do, I don’t want to give them any reason to undermine your professional credibility by arguing I gave you special treatment.”
You’re a little bit stunned by Aaron’s use of “when” rather than “if.” It’s not in a bad way, of course-- it’s actually, really, really good, to hear that he’s just as in it as you are, even if you hadn’t expressed it very well yet. The idea that he’s already thinking about the future-- even if it is your professional future, not exactly a white-picket-fence kind of future-- gives you butterflies. You realize you’ve waited too long to respond when Aaron speaks up again.
“I understand if that’s a lot for you to take on, or if that makes you rethink things. I wouldn’t hold it against you if you decided this wasn’t worth the potential professional issues.” He adds nervously, clearing his throat. You reach over and put a hand on his thigh.
“I think you’re worth the risk,” you smile at him, and watch him release a breath he didn’t know he was holding.
“Thanks for coming in,” Laura, one of the FBI’s resident psychologists said as you settled into the couch in her office. You err on the side of politeness and decide not to point out that you didn’t really have a choice.
“Not a problem,” you smiled at her.
“So how are you feeling?” She asked.
“I’m good. I’m happy to be back at work, and to get my field clearance back. I’ve missed it.” You tell her.
“That’s right, you’d been removed from the field for a head injury.” She said, peering over your file. “Service related?”
“No, I fell down a flight of stairs,” you lied, hoping she couldn’t read you as easily as Aaron could.
“Hmm, so you travelled with the team even though you weren’t cleared for field work?” She asks, and you’re pretty sure you’re not imagining the judgement in her tone.
“I didn’t go into the field. I stayed at the police station, in compliance to orders from my doctor and from Chief Hotchner. Unfortunately, the field came to me,” you attempted to make a joke. She didn’t laugh.
“Was it not possible for your duties to be completed from Quantico?��
“No, it wasn’t. The behavioral analysis unit works as a team-- we’re able to determine profiles as successfully as we do because we collaborate. My efforts, and the work of my team, would have been severely hindered if I had stayed behind.” You answer mechanically, trying, and most likely failing, to not sound defensive. “I fail to see how that’s relevant to my experience with Alec Gordon.”
“I’m just trying to determine if you’re engaging in a pattern of self-endangering or careless behavior.” Laura answers honestly.
“I can assure you that my attitude regarding my work and the work of my team is anything but careless.” You bite back.
“You came back to work very quickly after your concussion.” She says, and it’s not a question, so you don’t take the bait. “Any particular reason for that?”
“I felt ready to return, and Chief Hotchner was willing to accommodate my need to work partial days until I was fully recovered, so on the advice of my physician I returned to work on a modified schedule.”
“Agent, I don’t need to tell you that withholding information in our session or on the forms you filled out prior to our appointment today, will only hurt you.”
“With all due respect, I haven’t withheld anything and I resent the implication.”
“Very well, agent. I will have a complete evaluation sent to your supervisor by the end of the business day.”
“Thank you for your time,” you smiled, trying to make it look real.
“The door is always open, agent.”
“So, you kind of beat me to the punch this morning,” Aaron tells you as you’re walking out of the office together.
“What are you talking about?” You asked.
“Well, the flowers were a part of my master plan to get you to agree to come to dinner with me tonight, but it seems you’ve made other arrangements with my son.” He smirks at you as you both climb into his SUV.
“I guess now you know where you stand in the ranking of Hotchner boys.” You tease him.
“It won’t get me ahead of Jack, I know, but will you let me take you out to dinner tomorrow night?”
“Aaron,” you laughed. “You don’t need to take me out to dinner.”
“Yes, I do.” He tells you.
“We already live together. You’re going to have dinner with me regardless of whether or not we eat it at a restaurant.” You tell him, gesturing to his place as he parked the car.
“Maybe so, but you’ve already decided that we won’t be living together much longer. I care about you, and I want to spend time with you, and I’d like to take you out to dinner.” He said, shifting to face you now that the car was stopped.
You rolled your eyes fondly, feeling yourself blush. “I’ll allow it.”
“God, it’s like pulling teeth,” Aaron muttered sarcastically, breaking out into a grin as you laughed.
You both got out of the car and headed inside, where Jess and Jack were working on a puzzle at the kitchen table.
“Dad!” Jack says, looking up to see his father and abandoning the puzzle, launching himself into his father’s arms.
“Hey, buddy. Did you have a good day?”
“Yes, and I ate all my carrots so that I could have a special treat while we watch Monsters Inc.”
“He’s been waiting to tell you that all afternoon,” Jess laughed, standing up from the table and crossing to you to give you a hug. When Haley died, you and Jess got a lot closer, through Jack. “It’s good to see you,” she says as she squeezes you.
“You too.” You smile. “I’ve got to go change into my special movie night clothes,” you smirked, leaving Jess, Jack and Aaron in the kitchen.
“Jack, why don’t you go put on your pajamas, and we’ll start the movie in a little bit?” Aaron suggested, and Jack scampered off towards his room.
“Do you plan on ever telling that girl how you feel about her, or are you just going to look at her like she hung the stars in the sky for the rest of your life?” Jess asks Aaron bluntly.
“I can’t possibly be that obvious.”
“Aren’t you literally a behavior expert?”
“It’s being handled, Jess.” He assures her with a quick grin as you emerge from your room in soft flannel pants and a tank top.
“Do you want to stay, Jess? We’re just gonna order a pizza and veg out.”
“I wish I could. But you kids have fun.” She said, looking between you and Aaron. Jack comes running out of his room to give his aunt a kiss goodbye and you all settle on the couch.
Jack inserts himself in the middle of you and Aaron on the couch, a slice of pizza on a paper plate in front of him with the promise of ice cream later on. Aaron’s arm rests across the back of the sofa and his hand plays gently with the hair at the nape of your neck. You tilt your head in his direction, pulling Jack into your lap so you can scoot closer as the movie plays on. Jack falls asleep before you can even get him his ice cream, and you take the opportunity to rest your head on Aaron’s shoulder, his arm wrapping around your shoulder and tracing comforting patterns into the skin of your upper arms until the credits roll.
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Miraculous Ladybug Season 4 Episode rankings (As of Optygami’s release)
ML season 4 has knocked it out of the park so far! It’s been absolutely amazing, and I’ve greatly enjoyed every episode.
That being said, some episodes have still been better than others (or have contained elements I find more appealing at least), so what better way to show that than with a ranking?
9. Queen Banana
We got a new hero this episode, and she is awesome! Vesperia and Chat have a nice little interaction, and while Vesperia gets taken out, it’s for a good reason - distracting Queen Banana so Ladybug can put glue in her pocket, disarming her. It was a really nice way of showing Zoe’s humility and ability for teamwork, even when it meant giving up the starring role, in order to complete the group’s overall goal.
The mini-movie felt like foreshadowing, what with the “Superheroine of Creation” being an obvious Ladybug expy, while the “Supervillain of Destruction” was a Chat Noir expy, though with fewer connections. Interestingly, it’s also used to parallel Zoe’s and Chloe’s relationship, with Zoe even quoting from the movie at the end.
And Andre’s character development was top-notch! Bully him around to do material things as much as you like, but hurting Zoe is off-limits. She’s Andre’s daughter too.
So why is it so low down? Simply put, it didn’t feel like it changed things as much as Sole Crusher did, nor did it showcase Marinette’s and Adrien’s relationship as much. It was good, but there was less to talk about concerning it than I thought there’d be.
8. Furious Fu
The first episode of Season 4 aired (even though it was episode 6 in production order), we got some lore drop this episode! Su Han gave us a better idea of what to expect from the Guardians and what their relationship with the kwamis had been like overall. Poor Plagg especially, he’s just treated like a bomb that could go off at any moment.
I especially liked seeing Ladybug and Chat Noir’s relationship this episode, and their differing reactions to Su Han and his proposals. Ladybug was insecure about not having defeated Hawkmoth yet and thought Su Han might have a point about the Miraculous being better in other hands, and for this to be something for the Guardians to handle.
Chat Noir meanwhile didn’t give a crap about Su Han’s authority, about this random guy who just showed up and tried to boss them around; but he DOES respect Ladybug’s, and made that known. That he’d give up his Miraculous, his ticket to freedom and also the vessel for one of his closest friends, Plagg, but only at LADYBUG’S request, not this dude.
But it also showed the limits of that, with him refusing to go along with even that when it’d mean that Ladybug would get amnesia. That he’d not only lose his Miraculous, but his closest, dearest friend as well.
The episode was well done, but just didn’t feel like it either changed things as much or showcased character development as much as the other entries on this list, which is why it’s lower.
7. Sole Crusher
This was our first look at a new character, Zoe, and she did not disappoint! She was absolutely adorable and I really felt for her, with needing to pretend to be nasty in order to not be practically disowned from her family.
It showcased how much Marinette had grown as well, with having Marinette see through Zoe’s Mean Girl act when they reunite and not jump to hasty negative conclusions, like she did with Adrien, instead considering that there may have been other factors involved with making Zoe act differently while with Chloe.
Also character exploration and growth for Andre, of all characters! Very unexpected. I really wanted him to succeed in his original dream, and I was thrilled at him comforting Zoe, with him empathizing with her, with acting as a parent towards her, even with her being his stepdaughter and presumedly not knowing her very well before this.
Zoe’s ability to anticipate how she’d need to act in order to conform with her family’s expectations while still getting to do what she wanted (for the most part), like with her pretending to be all prissy and stuck up when interacting with Audrey, or pretending that her messaging with Marinette was a setup to betray and humiliate her, showed a great understanding of the people around her as well as some great acting ability. And her realization of how she’d been putting on acts like this for so long before this, of her people-pleasing and afterwards attempting to just be herself, felt like foreshadowing for Adrien’s own arc.
And we got a few seconds of Marichat. Yay for crumbs!
6. Mr. Pigeon 72
This episode was PACKED. We got to see the followup to Gang of Secrets, with Ladybug freaking out and Alya trying to center her, as well as some followup to Lies, with Marinette trying to “help” Kagami get back together with Adrien. And on top of the stuff that forms the premise of the episode, we got to see Rena Rouge be badass again, Plagg and Ladybug team up, and even Umbrella scene 2, which I don’t think ANYONE saw coming!
Marinette was a lot of fun and we got to see some good stuff from Kagami and Alya here. It felt a little disjointed with how much was crammed into it and I missed Chat Noir, but overall it was really good!
5. Guiltrip
What an amazing episode! Rose is one of the least developed members of the class, mostly being known for being really sweet and being Juleka’s girlfriend, and not much else. Here, we got an inner look at her, at WHY she’s so positive, and how powerful that positivity can be. That she’s not innately positive just because, but that it’s a choice she makes.
Plus the class is AMAZING here. They care about their friends SO MUCH, even if they go about it the wrong way. We got to see Juleka and Rose caring about each other, and even though it went wrong, Rose understands why Juleka ended up spilling her secret and doesn’t blame her for it.
It also really showcased Marinette and Adrien, there different ways of dealing with serious issues, with Marinette jumping ahead and trying to do whatever she thinks will help immediately (help now, ask questions later) while Adrien tried to do the opposite, asking Juleka what she wanted first and trying to stick with that (ask questions first, then help). Both can be useful, depending on the circumstances.
Also got to see a bit more about Adrien’s turmoil, with him being borderline suicidal, and Nino feeling guilty that he wasn’t able to help Adrien with his father, hinting that something bad went down with Gabriel before this.
There was just a LOT to unpack with this episode, but it all fit together neatly!
4. Lies
All of the “Truth” related episodes were amazing! Lies being no exception. Also our first (and so far only) Adrien-centric episode this season.
Lies catapulted discussion of Adrien’s looming identity crisis, as well as his deflections and near-suicidal behavior, stuff that becomes even more apparent in Guiltrip. The breakup was handled well, with it not being Adrien’s fault (he had to leave and lie for the same reasons Marinette did), but with Kagami’s reaction being totally understandable and valid. She was a very active participant in it, even testing to see whether Adrien had lied. And she was ALLOWED to be pissed afterwards, to not trust him, even though she could tell that he wasn’t just doing this for no reason.
I wish we’d gotten more time with her as an akuma, but I can see why we didn’t. There just wasn’t that much time in the episode, and the emotional crux of the episode occurred between her and Adrien - there just wasn’t much she could do as an akuma that was gonna add much impact to the episode.
3. Optygami
Oh WOW did this episode make an impact. Major Wham episode in a season chockful of major revelations, status quo changes, and character progression.
Nathalie and Gabriel actually had a pretty clever plan, spying on the revealed wielders this whole time using the “one sentimonster per wielder, but there can be multiple sentimonsters from different wielders out at the same time” loophole. It meant that Nathalie was actually doing something while she was benched, and I’m willing to bet that she’s the one who came up with the plan in the first place. Say what you will about her morality or her taste in men, but she is an effective supervillain who may be an assistant (and totally fine with that role, which isn’t so common), but one with a lot of agency. And using impostors and try to force a situation where Ladybug would have to give a Miraculous to one of them, and using that opportunity to plant a spy sentimonster in a Miraculous in order to discover Ladybug’s identity and the location of the other Miraculous? Was inspired!
We were baited on there being a Reveal, but that wasn’t exactly a shocker. In any case, we did have a bunch of OTHER cool, impactful stuff.
Hawkmoth stepped up his game with his sentimonsters, making a couple of impostors to control the situation, with Senti Alec and Senti Nino. Seems like foreshadowing about there potentially being more sentimonsters in disguise...
The major developments everyone’s screaming about though, are:
1. Alya getting her Miraculous permanently, being the first “temporary” wielder to get that honor, and putting her in a greater position to help with any akuma that’s causing more trouble than usual.
2. And the one that’s gotten everyone theorizing, screaming, and writing fics: Chat Noir and Ladybug’s seemingly deteriorating relationship, with a special emphasis on how left out Chat is and just how much he’s being kept in the dark, and how he’s beginning to realize this, feeling unneeded. How much Chat’s hiding his hurt, and how that’s going to lead to some sort of emotional confrontation or breakdown down the line.
My ranking of Optygami may go up or down depending on whether future episodes follow through on what it sets up, especially with the foreshadowed Ladynoir confict.
Looks like we’re gonna have a hiatus after Optygami, considering that we don’t currently have airdates for any more episodes, but what a note to leave off on!
2. Truth
This episode was AMAZING. We got to see Luka and Marinette just hanging out casually, having fun together, like with the little trivia game they played on the way to the theater. Luka even showed a bit of a playful side, with setting up the last question so that the answer would end with “kiss me”.
Luka was also allowed to feel negative emotions for reasons aside from protecting Marinette, with him feeling down and a little abandoned because of Marinette constantly ditching - something that was given more context, with how we learned that he never knew his father, and how much it bothers him that his mom won’t tell him who it was.
The revelation of Jagged Stone being Luka’s father was one that’d already been leaked way back in January, though few people believed it at the time and it got little attention. It gave Luka a plotline that had nothing to do with Marinette, something that was sorely needed and one that I’m hoping gets expanded on later.
Also had some great Ladynoir, with Chat Noir and Ladybug discussing their relationship during the akuma fight, when they were forced to be truthful to boot! Ladybug really does like Chat’s sense of humor, and Chat doesn’t have a problem with Ladybug’s status as Guardian, so long as it doesn’t interfere with their relationship.
1. Gang Of Secrets
Gang of Secrets was a great followup to Truth, showing Marinette attempting to cope with with breakup, and the subsequent realization that she has to lie to everyone always, and how little time and trust that leaves for her regular relationships.
Meanwhile, the people around Marinette worry and try to help and comfort her as best they can, even when they don’t really know what’s wrong or what to do. From the Girl Squad to Chat Noir to... kind of the kwamis (though with them it’s more lack of understanding of romantic relationships rather than lack of knowledge that holds them back), everyone attempts to help her, but it’s just not feasible under the circumstances for her to be helped the way she needs to be while keeping her secrets.
And in order to keep those secrets, she snaps, forcing all her friends away.
But they don’t take that easily. They want to be there for Marinette, they want to be friends, and become akumatized specifically in order to find out what was wrong, comfort her, fix whatever it was, and become friends again. They really care for her a lot.
And then- AND THEN-!
ALYA DEAKUMATIZES HERSELF
BECOMES RENA ROUGE AGAIN
AND MARINETTE EVEN CONFESSES THAT SHE’S LADYBUG TO HER.
It’s one of the biggest changes to the status quo we’ve had. Like, Master Fu being introduced changed what Marinette was doing, meaning that they could call on new heroes and she had someone to discuss Miraculous stuff with besides Tikki, and Master Fu renouncing his Guardianship and passing it on to Marinette changed what Marinette was doing on a day-to-day basis more, but... well, it didn’t represent as big of a change in themes, of things that had been built up for seasons. Breaking the Secret Identity Rule? DOES.
Also sets up for some potential LadyNoir conflict down the line, with her not having told Chat that she told her identity to someone else yet. I’m sure they’ll be okay in the end, but it could test their relationship and the rules they’ve lived by since they started being superheroes.
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So that’s my ranking with the episodes we’ve had released so far. We’re a third of the way through the season and I gotta say, I’m really happy with it so far! Can’t wait to see what the rest of the season has in store for us.
#Miraculous ladybug#ml episode rankings#ml spoilers#optygami#queen bee#sole crusher#mr pigeon 72#guiltrip#gang of secrets#ml lies#ml truth#furious fu#adrien agreste#marinette dupain cheng#alya cesaire
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"Man is the least himself when he talks in his own person. Give him a mask, and he will tell you the truth" - Oscar Wilde
Ok, last weekend was shit. But I loved this chapter. Just some points:
Raphael being the real MVP as always 😎
Magnus prefers to be sun-kissed.
And the LA sun doesn’t just kiss you.
It full-on makes out with you.
Idk why I laughed so hard 😂😂
God, the photoshoot looked great😍
I kinda like you, random sir hdgsjdhdj
The thing about boundaries was soooo on point on the way things went for him!!
The way he knew he made the right decision even if it hurted😭
This doesn’t sound like his heart making shit up. This sounds like his heart. SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP JFHDIDJDK
Magnus not taking shit about the company us badass behavior😎
“If you like her so much, then you should date her.” “Oh, I wish. But I’m tragically heterosexual,” Have I said I love Catarina in the last 5 minutes?!? She is just🥺 🥰
When will this man stop walking in on everyone?!?!?! Honeslty this scene was so funny tho😂😂
I love Luca ok?!?!? But also yes, raisins are bad!!!
Luca and his raisins can suck it. OMFG
THAT PHONE CALL MADE ME VERY🥺🥺🥺 THEY ARE SO SOFT AND IN LOVE AHDHKDVDOF
“I know that,” Alec chuckles. “I just meant, like, it makes no sense. We are just saying random shit. Cute buttons and cold shoulders.” This man gets me😌
I love that video with my soul jdhdjdhdkjx
I read some comments analysing the way Max and Rafe are scared of Alec and Magnus, saying thta they aren’t scared of their anger, they are scared of their saddness and I just- 😭
“I’m actually surprised that Max is scared of me,” Alec chuckles. “Little shit doesn’t act like it.”Its all about pretend honey jdgdjjd jk, jk
HE WAS ABOUT TO SAY SOMETHING?!! FUCK!!
Max a lot of potential, but as that snippet said, sometimes you dont know what to do with it!!
ANJALI IS THE ABSOLUTE BEST, THE REAL MVP, A GODNESS, A QUEEN, THE BEST THE WORLD HAS TO OFFER, THE-
Honestly, I love her!! She could step on me and I would thank her😍😍
"She is the kind of person who doesn’t need to be told twice." Like the badass she is😎
Anjali be like: Yall are a mess and you did fucked up, fortunately you have me to smack some sense to you and that is very sexy of her😌
"He stayed with you every day after that. That was his choice. So, don’t you ever fucking question whether Rafael loves you. Don’t ever question my Rafael’s love. Not when that’s all he knows how to do.” 💙💙💙💙
The scenes with Ben were actually amazing and really sweet!! I hope my boy finds the love he deserves!!! He took care of Rafe and he is his friend and I am emo🥺
Even amidst all the chaos and pain, he looks perfect and beautiful. This boy knows how to have a break down. Anjali sighs dreamily. Honestly sams Anjali💕
Magnus and Ben talking about Alec is something I didnt know I needed but absolutely loved it!!!
“Okay. Don’t ask me how I know this. But I technically can. It’s called parental kidnapping and it’s illegal in the state of New York.”👀👀
“Max carries a lot of pain too. Just because it doesn’t look like yours, it doesn’t mean it hurts him any less.” they are both hurting and it is hurting me too!!!
“I sometimes wish I was like him,” Rafael says quietly. “I wish I could do instead of think.” BITCH THE WAY I RELATE TO THIS BOY IS WRONG JDHDISJ
Rafael, baby, please take care of yourself and dont be so hard on you. You are doing already amazing. You are allowed to take a break and rely on others!! As someone once said "You gotta practice that self-love, honey!"
"I only wish I had known how to stop. I wish I had looked at you and told you that you’ve done enough." Don’t mind me. Just going to make this another quote that will live 24/7 in my brain🥰
LIKE FATHER LIKE SON😭😭
“You are not weak. You are tired,” Magnus smiles. “Enough now. It’s time to rest.”
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“My Rafael,” Magnus whispers. “I wish I was half as strong as you are on your weakest day.”
PLEASE I NEED SOMEONE TO HUG ME AFTER THIS DJHDKDJ
“Because if there is one thing I know for certain, it is that Alec loves me more than anyone,” THE RANGE THAT THEY HAVE OMFG<3333
Let's get this babe some sobriety, love and therapy🥰
ROSEWOOD RIGHTS FOREVER❤️❤️
Welp, this days have been horrible honestly, I can't even begin to infodump jdhdjdjd so I haven't read the new chapter, but I just wanted to say tlnd has actually been a way to distract myself and help me get through this shit. Thank you for that💚
I hope you are doing fine. I'M SENDING THE BEST PRODUCTIVE VIBES YOUR WAY!!! I have like 3 essays to submit, so I feel you jdhdkdjd
Song rec: Call out my name, cover from Ruel (I have been listening to this on repeat)
This is an OFFICIAL threat to god to give you a mf-ing break or i will unleash my wrath :)
I hope you feel better soon. I'm glad this chapter helped and reading your thoughts made me so emo.
ALSO BABE.
BAAAAABE. YOU ARE KIDDING RIGHT?
Call out my name *THE RUEL COVER* is literally how TLND came to be. I was listening to it and came with the idea of magnus not being able to call alec alexander anymore and alec not being able to call magnus baby and hence tlnd was born. THE POWER OF RUEL >>>>
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peaches: vi ─ one
summary ─ yes, he was jealous of him. oh, how jealous he was of him.
pairing ─ dadsbestfriend!bucky barnes x reader
warnings ─ angst, language, jealousy, depressive thoughts, bucky is sad sad y’all
a/n ─ told y’all that i’m gonna make it two parts and this one is the angsty one. the other one will be smutty and be related, so please read this before the smut part arrives. hope you like it! i don’t own the gif.
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When she said ‘a friend’, Bucky did not expect her to bring a boy to the dinner.
Her introducing the boy as ‘her boyfriend’ was even worse. Bucky felt a lick of jealousy run through his veins and for a second, he saw things red. Suddenly, there was this… possessive side of him, demanding him to claim what was his. She wasn’t a thing, though, but she was his. Not that… skinny, not-worthy-of-your-attention boy.
“This is my Dad, Steve, and this is Papa, Sam,” she introduced with a soft smile on her lips. “That’s both our neighbor and family friend Bucky.” She looked at him and her smile lost its softness. Bucky wanted to smirk devilishly, but he knew he couldn’t. Not in front of Steve and Sam. “People, this is Alex, my boyfriend.”
Bucky wanted to rip his head off after he ripped every single limb he had that was touching her. She was his, goddammit.
“Nice to meet you, Alex,” Sam said, reaching out for a handshake. His voice pulled Bucky out of his vivid imagination, and he blinked. Plastering a fake smile on his lips, not bothering to hide the coldness in his voice, he reached out, too.
“Yeah,” Bucky murmured. His voice was cold to even his own ears. “Nice to meet ya, Alec.” Alex smiled friendly at him, though he did grimace a little when Bucky squeezed his hand a tad harsh.
“It’s Alex, sir,” he corrected Bucky with a soft voice. Bucky clenched his jaw angrily, but smiled. It was cold. “Nice to meet you, too, sirs.”
Until the dinner time, Bucky teased with the boy, jabbed sometimes and most likely annoyed him to the hell and back. He kept saying his name wrong, asking him a bit private questions such as his ex-girlfriends. She was looking at him in disbelief, but Bucky wasn’t one to step back. He was a stubborn fucker after all.
When things became a little aggressive between Bucky and Alex, Steve announced the dinner time. The dinner table was already set, but the food needed to be carried. Bucky watched her volunteer, insisting her parents to stay and talk with Alex, she turned to Bucky.
“Can you help me while they talk?” She asked sweetly. Bucky shrugged and nodded. As much as he wanted to stay behind and interrogate the boy, he also wanted to stay alone with her. He pushed his chair back and followed her to the kitchen. She was already putting things on the small bowls.
“What the fuck ─” she turned to him as soon as she was sure that they wouldn’t be heard. “are you doing, exactly?” Bucky frowned and decided to play dumb.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, honey,” Bucky murmured as he moved towards the counter and kept his hands busy. She threw daggers at him with her eyes, narrowed and angry. He could see her hands trembling slightly. They always trembled whenever she was angry.
“Sure you fucking do,” she snarled. “Calling him everything but his actual name? Asking him why his exes left him? Mocking with him? Are you fucking real?” Bucky lifted his head from the bowl he had been filling; his eyes were narrowed, too.
“Watch the way you’re talking to me, sweetheart,” Bucky warned her. His voice was deadly calm, eyes dangerously sparkling. Bucky walked towards her slowly. Caging her against the counter, Bucky leaned in. “We both know he’s just a boy.”
A spark went off in her eyes, understanding filled her face and she laughed. “You’re jealous. Hah!” She continued to laugh.
“It’s not funny,” Bucky grumbled, pressing her against the cold and hard marble tighter. She didn’t stop laughing, Bucky could see the tears rolling down her cheek. “Stop it,” he growled. She shook her head.
“It’s─ oh my God, Bucky,” she chuckled. “Jealous? What are you jealous of?” Bucky raised a brow.
“Isn’t it obvious, honey?” Bucky asked her sweetly, tilting his head to his left. “That boy. He’s not good enough for you,” he admitted. “He’s not worth your attention.” She smiled, it was rueful and, even though Bucky wanted to deny it, mocking.
“And you are? Are you good enough for me? Worth my attention?” She looked at him, she was outright amused now. “I don’t think you are, James.”
It ─ hurt.
Bucky felt like he had been punched, kicked in the guts. He pulled back immediately, putting more than an arm’s length of distance between them. He knew what they had wasn’t long-lasting, but hearing these words? So similar to what he had heard years ago before he learned he was being cheated on?
It hurt like motherfucker.
“Yeah, my mistake,” Bucky rasped out.
“Stay away from my relationships,” she hissed. “We are fucking sometimes, but that’s it. We aren’t a thing. Stop fucking acting like it is,” she snarled at him again. He blinked the tears away and nodded. Returning to his place, he quickly finished fixing the bowls and food, and grabbed them. As he was placing the food on the table, she came out of the kitchen.
The dinner went on fast. Bucky didn’t say a word unless he was forced to speak, or asked something. He played with his food, drunk his wine. Bucky watched her with him. Watched the way she smiled at him, held his hand, or laid his head on his shoulder while laughing at something he said.
Yes, he was jealous of him. Oh, how jealous he was of him. Bucky wanted to be in his place: He wanted to be able to hold her hand freely, or hug you, kiss you anytime he wanted without worrying if her parents ─ his friends─ would see. He wanted to date with you and wanted to be free while doing it so, but.
She was right. They were fucking sometimes. Whenever they had something that they were angry at, they fucked the frustration out of each other. For her, Bucky was just a handsome guy who had an enough-good-looking body and knew how to fuck. That was it. That was what Bucky was to her. Nothing more. What was Bucky expecting? For her to fell in love with him? Bucky wanted to cry laugh.
Instead doing that, he stayed silent. He sometimes laughed at some lame jokes Steve and Sam did, but other than Bucky just sipped his drink silently. His heart was broken, there was no denying it. He never imagined he’d hear those words again, but he did.
“Did you even think why I cheated on you?” Bucky could practically hear his ex-fiancée’s voice in his ears. “You aren’t good enough, James. You’re attractive, yes, but there are people who worth my attention better than you. If you think you’re permanent in my life, then you’re fucking wrong.” Bucky took a deep breath, trying not to let his tears fall. He was not going to show her how much her words affected her. He did that mistake once, and he was mocked terribly.
“Bucky?” He heard Sam nudging him gently. Bucky blinked.
“Yeah?” He could see the worry in Sam’s dark brown eyes.
“He’s going, c’mon,” Sam murmured. Bucky nodded and stood from his seat. He placed his glass on the coffee table in front of him and grabbed his things.
“I might as well go home, too,” Bucky mumbled, his voice low and sounded hurt. Sam frowned but nodded.
“Okay,” he agreed. Sam knew his true feelings about his past broke up, he might have picked the signs up already, Bucky thought to himself idly. So, he tried to smile at Sam, but he didn’t know if he succeeded it. They walked towards the door to see Alex out.
“Thank you for the lovely dinner,” Alex said, smiling friendly. Bucky heard Steve and Sam smiling and telling him that they were happy to have him. Bucky, then, watched her kiss him and walk with him to his car. He sighed, averting his gaze from the scene.
“I better go,” Bucky murmured without looking either of them. “Goodnight.” He waved at them awkwardly and walked out of the Rogers-Wilson household. It only took him a minute to reach to his house, and when he was finally inside and alone, Bucky fell to his knees and sobbed.
It felt like he was living his break up all over again. He couldn’t believe that she was able to hurt him like this with only five words. Five. When did he gave her the power, he didn’t know. All he knew was that it hurt like hell. His heart was beating like crazy in its cage, and his lungs seemed to unfavor the oxygen at the moment. Bucky took his head between his hands and continued to sob.
After what felt like hours, Bucky got off of the ground and walked to his room. He felt dirty and wanted to take a shower, but he didn’t have the energy. He shed his shirt and took his shoes off, and he threw himself onto his bed. Hugging an extra pillow to his chest, Bucky cried himself to sleep.
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[second part will be posted soon]
#bucky barnes x reader#bucky barnes imagines#bucky barnes angst#bucky barnes smut#bucky barnes au#dadsbestfriend!bucky#dadsbestfriend!bucky barnes x reader#bucky barnes fanfiction#peaches
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(Wishmaker anon) Wishmaker was not what I expected but in a good way. Am I a little upset that one of the less interesting character is the first to find out LB and Chat’s indentities on screen? Yes but it was not as bad as it could have been. First because it happened by accident and neither Marinette nor Adrien choose to tell him. Second because they don’t know Luka knows! And I find that very interesting imo there is some potential there! I really hope the writers will do something with it. However I regret even more Luka’s lack of development in previous seasons. The snake holder knowing makes sense (same thing with the rabbit holder) so knowing this the writers could have given Luka more development and screentime (like they did with Kagami). Also I am very happy that the violin thing was just Luka being Luka and not a matchmaking strategy. (A propos de Luka ses métaphores musicales m’ont même pas énervées j’ai même beaucoup ri même si je doute que ce soit de l’humour volontaire 😅 -ce mec fume de la bonne c’est la seule explication logique- et pour une fois ses délires de musique intérieure apportent quelque chose). Also the jokes were amazing this episode and Alec looks so good as Wishmaker. I was expecting more Lovesquare moments but what we had was good. And everything related to Adrien (and Plagg ❤) was great. Sorry this ask is way too long but there is a lot to say about this episode 😅. (Au fait c’était moi l’ask en français à 2h 😅 je savais pas du tout pour le doubleur anglais de Luka ça craint ce genre d’attitude... et j’espère vraiment que Gloob balancera plus de gros spoil comme ça 🤡).
(I love that your name is now "wishmaker anon" and I even refer to you as that in my head 😂 I was like 'hm wonder what Wishmaker anon is gonna think of the episode 🤔 will probably drop by sooner or later 👀' haha)
Yeah honestly I wasn't too upset at the end (at least less than I expected), I'm more like "ok whatever, now how is this going to play in the current conflict" and my opinion of it will really change depending how they decide to go with it. If Luka's there to play therapist, once again I will just find that boring at best and badly written at worst.
I'm glad it was an accident too and I'm SO glad Luka didn't tell them, I don't even want to judge him or anything on that cause him not saying will make him knowing more interesting anyway so small mercies!
But yeah same I just think the lack of development this character has had or the way his writing has always been wonky and contradictory imo makes me.. hmmm how will this evolve.
Also LOL "Luka being Luka" true that, the thing is I just. can't help but burst out laughing and cringe hard every time he goes around with his music metaphors and like.. the violin scene with Alec and all I'm sorry but I just cannot take that seriously. And the fact that the show doesn't treat it as a gag has me looooosing it, the guy is a walking meme but we're not supposed to laugh. At least the moment where they talk about what they want with him sitting in the middle had him saying interesting things (even though as a non-touchy person I had a fly or fight reaction at the close proximity ajhsjhd), what I still won't get is that Luka just doesn't know Adrien at all (and can I say he knows Marinette much Idk) yet he supposedly knows him better than Plagg so that was ??? ok, I suppose it was just for the writers to get their message accross 😅
I'm glad the lovesquare moments weren't romantic as I think we're at a stage where friendship development is much more important, but I'm still a but bumped out that Ladybug didn't get to hear Chat Noir's "childhood dream" or take him seriously when he said he couldn't remember it because this is something important for Marinette to know about Adrien for the lovesquare to properly develop. Hopefully the conflict will rip these kind of things out!
But yeah overall a great episode in terms of jokes, designs, angst and development for Adrien and Marinette a little, good Plagg/Adrien bounding moment 🥺, but still unconvinced about Luka's role as the "guy who knows better", and not pronouncing myself yet on what I'll think of him knowing depending the kind of development it has. As of now I'd rather him not knowing obviously but well, what's done's done so convince me haha
Have a nice evening ♥︎
#ask#anon#wishmaker anon#you got a name now ghhj#ml spoilers#wishmaker#wishmaker spoilers#i also hope that adrinette bounding moments next will be just the 2 of them#we don't need Luka in the middle lol let them be comfortable on their own
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