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merrythievesfanboy · 4 years

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Short story of Gabriel Lightwood and Jesse Blackthorn!

Idea by @thechainofiron !

-Well,this is it. You are ready to be a true Shadowhunter,Jesse. I'm sure you must be happy with that.-Gabriel said.

It was time for a patrol,since the demonic activity increased after the destruction of the Mandikhor. Gabriel was with his nephew,Jesse Blackthorn.

Gabriel never liked the fact that he couldn't see or talk to Jesse when he was just a boy. His sister,Tatiana,never allowed him,nor Gideon.

As a matter of fact,she never allowed any Lightwood or anyone else to come near them. Tatiana hated him,he knew that,she was full of resentment and anger.

But Jesse didn't seemed to,even though he was raised by Tatiana. It was quite a shock to Gabriel to see how responsible and kind Jesse was,in comparison to his mother.

Jesse looked at his uncle. He had saw his face before,when he was younger. He would usually dream of a different world. A world where there was no hate between the Lightwoods and the Blackthorns. A world where he could have a normal family,full of love,as it should have been.

It felt weird now. To be with his uncles and aunts,his cousins as well. He knew what his mother thought of them all. If she were not at the Citadel,she would never allow him to see them.

But she wasn't there,and Jesse was tired of so much hatred. They were family,and that was a fact. He could choose to let darkness define him,but he would never do that. Life is light,and a life in darkness is no life at all.

-I am. I died because i wanted to have a rune. Now i have many of them. I can be the warrior i always wanted to be. I owe that to you and Uncle Gideon. And Lucie,of course.-Said Jesse.

Gabriel smiled.

-Lucie! She reminds me of Cecily in so many ways. What she did for you,Jesse. I doubt many would do.-Gabriel said.

Jesse stared at the moon above his head,white like a flame in the black sky. Lucie was his heroine. That new life he had was thanks to her.

-Yes. She is quite amazing. I'm just glad that i will be able to make part of this family now. I was terribly lonely,i didn't had friends my age,or any friend. I only had Grace.-Jesse said.

Grace. She was a mystery to Gabriel. She was his niece,but she never seemed comfortable in his presence. He wanted to know her better,as he was doing with Jesse.

-I have tried to talk to her before. But she barely says anything. Is she always like that?-Gabriel asked.

"Not really" Jesse thought,but said nothing. Tatiana treated them very differently in their childhood. And she never made any effort in hiding that.

To her,he was her beautiful boy,her prince in a castle of thorns. Perhaps Tatiana only loved him. She was hard with Grace. She was rigorous and impatient,sometimes even cruel.

She tried to hit Grace once,but Jesse could not allow that. He defended Grace,refusing to let Tatiana touch her.

-It is just the way she was raised. Grace is deeply grateful to all that my mother did for her. She is probably having a hard time realizing that mother lied to us about you all. I am not going to lie to you,Uncle Gabriel. Mother said awful things about you,and about everyone else. She seemed to see all of you in a very specific way.-Jesse said.

Gabriel didn't really knew what to say. He was not surprised,he expected such things from Tatiana,since she was unable to give up her hatred.

It was hard to believe that she had raised such a nice boy,like Jesse.

-I understand. I truly want you and Grace to see us like family,for that is what we are. But let me ask you,Jesse. Why do you not hate us? You never believed in what your mother said?-Gabriel asked.

Jesse shook his head.

-It is not that i never believed her. I just think that every tale has two sides. She hated Mr.Herondale. She used to say that he was a lunatic who ruined women and was stupid enough to marry a warlock. But the Herondales are nothing like she said. Mrs.Herondale was incredibly nice to me when i came to Institute. James and Mr.Herondale helped me with my training. And Lucie...-Jesse said.

There were many things he could say about Lucie,but if he began,he would only finish by dawn.

-What i am trying to say is,i think you need to know both sides of the story before having an opinion.-Jesse said.

-It's good to see that you think like that. You mother never knew,but when you died,i cried. I mourned your loss.-Gabriel said.

Jesse stared his uncle. Was he being serious?

-But why? We never had the chance to create any kind of relationship. You shouldn't feel sadness for the death of someone you don't even know.-Jesse asked.

-I think that is why. I deeply care for all my nieces and nephews. But Tatiana never gave me the chance to do the same with you and Grace. Perhaps i should have tried harder. I believe that a strong love can destroy even the deepest hatred.-Gabriel said.

Jesse also believed in that. All those terrible emotions Tatiana had in herself would do no one good. It wasn't even good to her. If she were there,she would not accept Jesse creating bonds with the Lightwoods. Her wrath would grow even more.

And she would never accept the love he felt for Lucie. But Jesse was not willing to give up neither of them.

He loved his mother,and he would always love her. But she needed help,and he wanted to help her.

Jesse didn't knew if it was possible,but perhaps he could ask Charlotte permission to visit his mother. Perhaps he could convince her to let go of that hatred.

Perhaps they could still be the family he had always dreamed of.

-I believe in that as well.-Jesse said.

-Then let us put an end to this grudge between our families. You are the only one who has Lightwood and Blackthorn blood. We shall be having a ball in our Manor at Idris,to celebrate your return. Come and have a good time with your family. And bring Grace with you. She is family as well.-Gabriel said.

Jesse was about to accept his invitation when a shadow moved in the alley bellow. They were standing on top of a roof.

He had a Seraph Blade in his hand,Jesse jumped in the direction of the shadow.

-Gabriel!-He said,as the Blade began to shine,an intense light in the dark alley. He slayed the demon in no time. Ichor spilled on the walls as his feet touched the ground.

Gabriel was an angel's name. Of an Archangel,to be exact.

Gabriel watched Jesse destroy the demon with ease. It seemed quite natural for his nephew. He jumped with graciousness,almost like an angel of the night.

Jesse heard the sound of something hitting the floor. He turned around to see his uncle standing behind him.

-How was that? Not bad for a first time,right?-Jesse asked.

Gabriel looked at his nephew,whose eyes were as green as his. Technically,Jesse was 24 years old. But he still looked like a teenager. He was just his 17 year old nephew.

Gabriel remembered the first time he killed a demon. He was with Gideon,his brother. He had cut a Deumas demon in half,only to get covered in ichor. Gideon laughed for minutes.

The memory made Gabriel laugh as well.

-Well,it was certainly better than mine. You do seem to have a talent at being a Shadowhunter,Jesse.-Gabriel said.

-It was better than yours? I suppose you never told me that story.-Jesse said.

Gabriel nodded.

-Well,don't worry. We have the rest of the night to hunt demons together,and plenty of time to tell you many different stories.-Gabriel said.

Jesse smiled. He was beginning to feel part of the family already.

-Tell me all of them,Uncle.-Jesse said.

#cassandra clare #chain of gold #the last hours #lucie herondale #grace blackthorn #will herondale #james herondale #gabriel lightwood #jesse blackthorn #the infernal devices #clockwork angel #clockwork prince #clockwork princess #short stories #tessa gray #tatiana blackthorn

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whats-my-newest-obsession · 4 years

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I NEED MY ANTI-LARRIES, LARRIES, HARRIES, LOUIES, AND EVERY OTHER GROUP INVOLVED WITH THIS GOD FORSAKEN SHIP TO PLEASE GATHER AROUND UNDER A FLAG OF TRUCE!

I ASK YOU TO PLEASE TAKE A FEW MOMENTS TO HEAR ME OUT, REMEMBER ASSUMPTIONS WILL BE KEPT OUT OF THIS DISCUSSION AS MUCH AS POSSIBLE!

So I'm sure you guys have looked at us Larry shippers like we are completely delusional. Even I have been blown away at the reaches some shippers will make. I can't really blame you for being skeptical, but I want you to understand why there is such a vast majority of us that doesn't think the idea of Harry Styles and Louis Tomlinson secretly being in a relationship or have in the past is an all that crazy idea.

(Please take note I'm going to be as FACTUAL and as REALISTIC as possible using the GIVEN FACTS I already have.)

Why do you think Harry and Louis are together?

I'm keeping this portion extremely small as it can be annoying to look at, but I just want to show some weird things us fans have noticed between the two that caused all the research I'm about to show you. (THERE WON'T BE MORE THAN THREE LITTLE SNIPPETS I PROMISE, ALL THREE BEING COMPLETELY RESPECTFUL TO THE TWO OF THEM)!!!

Now this video does actually exist on the internet today (I'll leave a link) and it does arise some questions. It seems a little strange to answer yes to this question while looking completely serious, especially since the dating rumors were already in full blast at the time. All things considered, it really just doesn't make sense.

(X)

This tweet can definitely be explained. Louis could have gotten hacked that day. But the weird thing is, is that the tweet still exists on his Twitter account today and has picked up quite a bit of noise (being the 4th most retweeted tweet in history). Again, I'll leave a link so you can access it.

(X)

Harry deliberately turned his entire body to face Louis and sung a very romantic line, neither of them laughing or trying to make a joke of it. Some people claim they hear "I'm in love with Lou" and "All his little things" which is entirely based off of ear so I'll let you decide. Unexplainable at best. Link:

(X)

How realistic can a situation like this actually be?

The thought of two boys who are both gay/bi/other being put into the same band and just happen to want to be together is already a pretty crazy thought to have, now add the theory that their wealthy and incredibly professional management team wants to cover up any remnants of an ongoing relationship between the two of them who also happen to be in a worldwide successful music group entirely appealing to the female audience and the thought has basically become an unrealistic fantasy.

But it's happened before.

I'm sure you've heard of the Irish pop band Westlife, who also have very impressive record sales. 13 major releases, 11 of which are albums, over 1,000,000 subscribers on YouTube, have sold over 55 million records worldwide, and over 550,000,000 streams on Spotify. Their achievements range from Top Album Sales of the 2000s in the UK to holding the Guinness World Record for 'First to Achieve Seven Consecutive Number One singles in the UK'.

But the most important resemblance this band has to One Direction is that they were signed by Simon Cowell, and Louis Walsh became their manager. They were signed with a Sony BMG company, very similar to One Direction's.

Little known fact about one of the old Westlife members Mark Feehily who later left the band, is that he is gay. He got engaged to a male British Fashion Photographer without any public awareness. In fact, everyone seemed to believe he was straight, as he was 'dating' women at the time.

The band has come out and said that while being signed under Louis, they suffered mistreatment and relationship cover ups.

I would highly recommend reading the article, the band members talk a lot about being forced to keep a squeaky clean image for the ladies and they even warned One Direction that they had a storm coming being signed under Simon. (X)

I understand that Mark and his ex fiance's situation was different than Harry and Louis' but it proves that the entire corporation Simon Cowell and his team run is not afraid to cover things up if necessary.

So even if this conspiracy is true, how would Sony realistically cover something like this up?

For the record, you can't count on me to understand what goes on in celebrities lives' especially when it comes to image management. I tried my best to do as much research as possible and get reliable sources, but this is a tough one to answer.

One thing that's true is that Hollywood has been proven to use fake relationships to boost Public Relations and create drama within the celebrity gossip world. These are called 'PR stunts'. While there aren't many celebrities who have come out and told the public that the relationship they were in wasn't actually real, a Hollywood publicist Jack Ketsoyan has exposed PR stunting in all it's entirety:

Many fans have long suspected that relationships Louis and Harry have been in were actually just stunts to hide the fact the two of them were together, specifically Elounor (Louis and Eleanor Calder). While the reasons these fans believe this doesn't seem logical, they also directly correlate with what Jack says defines a PR stunt:

Link to the article: (X)

So PR stunting is nothing new in Hollywood apparently. Now if Larry Stylinson is true, this would be a really good way to cover it up.

Why would Harry and Louis agree to this?

Life is very different nowadays then it was ten years ago. Gay marriage in the United States wasn't even legal until after One Direction disbanded. Homophobia was still extremely rampant in 2010, it wouldn't have been a good idea to announce that two boys in an incredibly famous band were actually gay and with each other.

It wouldn't be just about record sales. The band had a reputation of being girl loving and constantly available. Statistics show that 80% of One Direction's fan base was female. This is not saying that every single fan was a teenage girl who lived and dreamed about being with a One Direction member, but it was enough of them to build a brand around.

Even now, actors and singer still shy away from coming out immediately. There are still a lot of people who don't support it, and that kind of hatred, especially to somebody young, can be detrimental to their mental health.

Conclusion:

This post was NOT made to make you a Larry shipper. This was post was also NOT made to start a debate in the comments or through reblogs on wether or not Harry and Louis have/had something more than friendship.

This post was however made by a TIRED Larry shipper who just wants you to know that we are not crazy, or delusional, or even stupid to believe that this situation can be entirely realistic based on the circumstances

If you've made it this far, let me know in the comments if I've changed your viewpoint on us shippers or if this post opened your eyes a little on the secret mistreatment of celebrities.

Thank you so much for taking the time to read this, you are an absolute legend! TPWK!

-Andrea xx

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ernmark · 6 years

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Hello! I hope nano went well for you (however you want to define that) I'm selfishly very glad to have you back. I would love to see something where Juno gets to be the violently protective one and Peter is the one to be rescued. We don't get to see Peter shaken out of his cool very often. ( If this overlaps with an existing AU or a new monster! AU, all the better)

Thank you~

This is pretty much one of my favorite tropes ever, and I don’t tend to write it very often, because it tends to get dark.

On that note, if you’re sensitive to blood, gore, body horror, mind stuffs, etc, maybe skip this one.

The existing AU it fits into is the Vampire and Werewolf AU, of which you can find the first part here.

If you weren’t expecting that AU to go in this direction, it’s probably because I got hit hard by the flu over the weekend, which resulted in me spending a night with a high fever trying to keep my insides where they belonged while this whole sequence was spinning in my head in an endless feverish loop.

I think the end result reflects that.

“Again.”

And Juno tried, dammit, he tried. But his skull felt like it was splitting in two all on its own, and reaching into Nureyev’s head felt like sticking his hand in a blender– except that you could only ever do that twice, tops.

This? There was no end to this sick game.

Miasma let out an irritated sigh and reached for the dial.

“No, wait!” Juno cried, dragging himself back in. “Just give me a second. It’s a–”

Miasma wasn’t listening. She turned the dial. Agony hit Nureyev like a sledgehammer– and Juno, still inside his head, felt every shock. He hissed through gritted teeth, the straps around his wrists and ankles straining as his back arched off the table.

And just as quickly as it started, it fell away, leaving them both gasping. Something wet seeped from Juno’s eyes, but he couldn’t tell if it was blood or tears. He couldn’t tell if the agony was in his head or Nureyev’s.

But he was still there, inside Nureyev’s head. In the sudden absence of pain was a moment of numb clarity. Nureyev’s eyes were on the card, even if his mind wasn’t.

“The card,” Miasma said. And maybe the most twisted thing about all of this? She sounded bored.

“Blue diamond,” Juno panted. Already his grasp on Nureyev’s head was slipping, but he clung on.

“Very good. Next.”

Nureyev flipped the next card, and Juno’s stomach lurched. He yanked himself out of the thief’s head. He couldn’t. Goddammit, he couldn’t, he just couldn’t.

Miasma narrowed her eyes at him, and she reached for the dial.

“Red diamond,” Juno said.

It had to be red. Of course it had to be red.

She pulled her hand back. “Next.”

“Goddammit, just give him something to eat already,” Juno said. “It’s been days.”

“Vampires can survive weeks between feeding,” she said carelessly-- as if alive was the same as whole or in tact or sane. “I won’t need him to last that long.” She tipped her head toward the microphone. “Next.”

Juno had no choice.

He went back in.

The moment of clarity had passed, chased away by the pure, sweet red of the card– and in its wake was nothing but hunger. It was overwhelming. All-consuming. The next card was in Nureyev’s hands, but he wasn’t looking at it– his eyes were on the masked assistant in the corner of the room, watching the pulse beat under the skin of xir neck. Nureyev could taste the memory of blood on his parched tongue, could imagine it pouring hot and thick down his throat. Every fiber of his being was driven toward it, honed with animal instinct and inhuman thirst.

He wanted to kill– to rip open that pathetic sack of flesh and take what was his due. He wanted to slaughter every creature in this godforsaken tomb and gorge until he was satisfied.

And if he gave himself half an instant to feel it, Juno wanted it, too. And not just because of the vampire sharing his head.

He was sick of hurting, of being hungry and tired and used– but more than anything, he was pissed. Because Miasma had come into his city. She’d killed his people. She’d tortured his thief. She’d violated his mind.

The ancient, animal part of him– the part that he shared with kingpins and gangsters across the galaxy– wanted to kill her for it. Slowly.

But he was Juno Steel, not just some goddamn werewolf, and he wasn’t going to hand over control to that side of him. He was smarter than that. Smart enough to know that he was strapped to a table and Miasma’s people were packing heat, and even a werewolf couldn’t shrug off a laser to the head. Revenge might be sweet, but it wasn’t worth a damn if he didn’t make it out of this tomb alive.

Look at the card, he mentally pleaded, wishing like hell that this mind-reading thing worked both ways. Come on, Nureyev, look at the fucking card. Please. Please, goddammit, please just look–

Nureyev’s eyes flicked down, and Juno got a glimpse. Just one, but it was all he needed.

“Black triangle,” he gasped. “It’s a fucking– fucking black triangle.”

“Very good.” Miasma couldn’t even be bothered to look up at him. “Next.”

“No.” Fuck, he could barely get the word out. Every time he went in, it got harder. He couldn’t take it anymore. “No more cards. No more games. Not until he eats.”

“No,” she said flatly.

His straps creaked as he threw himself at her. “Goddammit, this is inhumane!”

“I don’t care.”

And of course she didn’t. Why would she? After all, torture and murder and nonconsensual medical experiments didn’t ding her moral compass; why would she give a shit about starving a man to death?

So Juno grabbed onto the only thing she did care about.

“It’s interfering with the experiment,” he said quickly. “He– he’s too hungry to think straight, and if he can’t think then I can’t read his mind, okay? Just let him eat, or let me in there and I’ll open a vein myself.”

“That isn’t going to happen,” she said in that flat, detached way of hers. “If he isn’t useful, then he’ll be disposed of.” She reached for the console again, not for the dial but for the intercom. “Assistant, get rid of the thief–”

“Goddammit, stop!”

“Then give me the next card, Juno Steel.”

His brain felt like it was trying to claw its way through his skull as he forced himself back into Nureyev’s head. Choked screams were spilling out of his mouth, but he had to keep going. He had to reach just a little farther– just a little–

There: Nureyev’s eyes. His vision was tunneling, their edges going hazy and red. His eyes were fixed straight ahead at the card in his hand.

“Black triangle,” Juno said.

“I said the next card,” Miasma snapped.

“What are you talking about? That was the next card. It’s– it’s not my fault your people did a shitty job shuffling the deck.”

“There are no repeated cards in this deck,” Miasma said.

“Well, then I don’t know what to tell you. Maybe somebody’s been cheating at poker night. I don’t know, but that’s the goddamn card in his hand.”

Miasma narrowed her eyes. “Then draw the next one.”

But Nureyev didn’t reach for another card. The black triangle stayed in his hand, slowly crumpling in his grip. There was no conscious thought left in his head– nothing but the hunger and the all-consuming pain.

“Nureyev?” Juno whispered. He could hear his own voice filtering through the intercom. He could feel Nureyev reacting to his name for just a moment, trying to respond, but there were no words left in his head. “Nureyev, please, just draw a card.”

Nureyev extended his fingers. The card fluttered from his hand.

Juno’s own vision was fading, but he fought against it. He couldn’t black out now, not when Nureyev was like this. He had to stay awake.

“Something’s wrong with him.” Juno tried to grab at Miasma’s arm, but the cuff kept him in place. “This needs to stop. Just give him a break, or give him something to eat, or some water, or–”

Miasma’s finger twisted on the dial. Juno felt every volt that arced through Nureyev’s spine. As soon as Juno stopped screaming, she leaned in close.

“Draw the next card.”

Juno thrashed at his restraints. “Don’t you get it? He can’t! Neither of us can! We need rest, and we need food, and we need–”

Miasma reached for the intercom button again. “Assistant.”

Juno sagged. Finally, she was going to give them a break.

“Assistant, I’ve had enough of this. Kill the thief.”

No.

No no no no no.

Juno could hear the masked assistant stepping toward Nureyev. There was a knife in xir hand.

Nureyev bared his teeth at his attacker, but there was nothing else he could do.

He was going to die.

After all this, Peter Nureyev was going to die.

And suddenly, getting out alive didn’t matter so much anymore.

In his head there was only hunger and hatred and a deep, primordial rage.

You want control? Then fucking take it.

In the vampire’s mind, there were no words.

First there was hunger.

Then the knife.

It was glowing, crackling with its own electricity– meant to stun him, disable him, keep him from fighting back, but he’d fight all the same. He’d never stop fighting (but he was so tired, and so hungry, and so hurt, and he wanted it to stop).

And then there was a sound.

He knew these noises– the wet gurgle of a punctured lung, the choking gasp before a death rattle, the howl of a predator. The song of a hunt, echoing through the chamber and abruptly cut off, but it wasn’t over.

The one with the knife turned away from him. Xe ran to the door, only to be knocked back when a second human crashed through. There was blood on that one’s hands, on her clothes. He could smell it from here, and the vampire’s mouth watered. Together the humans fumbled at the lock, bleating their panic with throats that could not scream.

The door pounded.

Once.

Twice.

The humans bolted like rabbits as the door lurched open. They didn’t get far.

He couldn’t see the blood spilling onto the floor, but he could smell it. He could taste it in the air, sweet and saporous, and it made his mouth water.

Footsteps drew close, each step punctuated by the click of claws on stone. Even without words, he could recognized a werewolf on sight.

The wolf loomed over him, his bulk hunched forward, his muscles rippling, his whole form cloaked in sleek black fur. His lips pulled back from his fangs in a growl. The vampire flashed his fangs in return– he would rather fight as a predator than die as prey– but only for a moment’s defiance. He was hurt. He was tired. He was so, so hungry.

The wolf reached out to him, and that must have meant something, but the vampire didn’t care. The only thing that mattered was what was dripping from the wolf’s paws, the sweetness of a meal so near his face, the satisfaction as he ran his tongue over one extended claw, and then the next.

It was ambrosia on his lips, utterly irresistible. He didn’t let go of the claw until he’d licked it clean, and only then to take the other and bring it to his mouth.

He didn’t realize until he’d lapped away every last drop that the cuffs around his arms were gone, shredded at his feet.

When he looked closer, he realized that the wolf had changed, too: he was smaller, thinner, more human. When he leaned in, Peter felt no fangs– just full, soft lips, and always, always the taste of blood.

#the penumbra podcast #writing prompt #fanfiction #I love hearing from you Alec #it always makes my day #alecjmarsh

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