#the two of them are based on if i killed someone for you by alec benjamin at his request so

[tomopri]

hey, saito-kun — would you still love me if i killed someone for you?

[fairy-writes]

Heyy

Can i please ask for something angsty fluff with Ayato and a human s/o?

MUST’VE BEEN THE WIND

Reblogs and Comments are greatly appreciated!!

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Fandom(s): Tokyo Ghoul

Pairing(s): Kirishima Ayato x Reader

Word Count: 1.4k

Genre(s)/Tag(s): Gender Neutral!Reader, Human!Reader, Angst to Fluff

Notes: Ayato is :re age in this!

Based vaguely on the song “Must Have Been the Wind” by Alec Benjamin

This occurs after the events of Tokyo Ghoul and Tokyo Ghoul :re!

So, minor spoilers for that! (Some stuff may be incorrect; I haven’t finished the manga and am looking at the Wiki for everything)

*TRIGGER WARNING FOR IMPLIED ABUSIVE RELATIONSHIPS* (not with Ayato)

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Ayato always prided himself on his hearing. Even for a ghoul, it was exceptional. He had always been able to hear even the smallest detail in a conversation. The rustling of clothes, the quick inhales and exhales, he could hear it all. 

It made for awkward encounters in the apartments around him. Whether that was sex, arguments, or a combination of both, he could hear every syllable. 

Earplugs became his best friend when he was home in his apartment complex. 

At least… until he heard something about you. 

What sounded like a glass shattering against the wall or floor sounded above Ayato. 

With a frown, he paused his video game, and pulled off his noise-canceling headphones to listen better. He didn’t know much about you, only that you lived above him. You were the only one to welcome him into the complex when he moved into his little two-bedroom apartment. 

He knew some vague information about you. 

You lived in apartment 305B, just as he lived in 205B. You kept to yourself but always made it a point to wave to him when you passed each other in the halls.

You were cute, quiet, and, more importantly, you were human. 

Someone shouted. Something about lying. And then you responded.

You sounded like you had been crying.

Another glass, more shouting, more crying. Ayato stared at the ceiling for a moment, debating, thinking, mulling his choices over. Then, he made a choice. 

His game was switched off. He pulled on trousers over his boxer shorts and zipped up his jacket. He was out the door before he even knew what was happening. 

What was he going to do? Fight your significant other? Kill them? He had put that all behind him, what with the incident with his brother-in-law last year. And while he hated the phrase, he considered himself a changed man. And that meant he would actually help humans in need. 

A short elevator ride up to the floor above him, down the hall, third door on the right. He paused outside your apartment door, pausing from knocking on the door. 

What was he doing?

Before he could think too much about it, Ayato took a deep breath and knocked. 

You opened the door a moment later, sweater zipped up to your chin despite the humid summer heat. You swallowed thickly, shifting from side to side, 

“Mr. Kirishima! How can I help you?” You said, the cheer in your voice obviously being fake. Ayato shrugged, 

“Just wondering about the noise I was hearing. Is everything okay?” He said quickly, and you blinked, staring dumbly. 

“Oh! The glass? Sorry, I’m just a bit clumsy! I didn’t mean to disturb you, I’ll be more careful—”

“I meant the yelling. Is everything okay?” He reiterated and watched your face fall. 

“Must’ve been the wind.” You say quickly and go to shut the door. But Ayato can’t shake the feeling that something is terribly wrong. So, he wedges his hand in between the door and the doorframe and stops you. 

“Oi! What's the holdup? Get back in here!” Comes another voice, and your expression twists in a brief flash of fear. It wasn’t on your face for long, but it was there. 

And for whatever reason, it hurt Ayato’s heart to see it. 

But before he can do anything, you shove his hand off the doorframe and shut the door hurriedly in his face.

The next time he goes up to your apartment, it’s a week later. 

Ayato is woken up in the early morning by a slam of a door that rattles the walls of his apartment. Instinctively, he feels his kagune pop and fizzle underneath his skin, and he knows for a fact that his kakugan is turning his eyes into a nightmare of black and red. 

He can hear some angry choice words coming from your partner, and the words make him grimace. No one should be talking about you that way. So, again, he rolls out of bed, throws some clothes on, and heads upstairs to your apartment. He doesn’t even bother to put shoes on.

You take a few minutes to open the door. And, like always, your sweater is zipped to your chin. 

“I said I don’t want to talk—Oh… Mr. Kirishima… You heard all that then?” You trail off and peek around the corner as if waiting for your partner to come storming around the corner. Ayato nods, 

“I heard the slam, at least. Everything okay?” Once you’re satisfied that your partner isn’t going to come back, you sniffle and shake your head. 

“No… Everything is not okay. But I don’t want to bug anyone, so let’s just say that it all is alright?” You say and go to close the door in his face again. 

But… Like last time… Ayato stops you.

“Want to go get coffee?” He blurts, and the door pauses, mere centimeters from shutting all the way. He sees your watery eyes peek out of the crack and swallows. 

What was he doing? 

He really shouldn’t get wrapped up in a human’s business. 

The cafe is quiet, with few people, as you and Ayato take a seat at a booth. You order your drink of choice, and Ayato orders his usual go-to coffee. Black, no cream or sugar. Once you’re settled in with your drinks, you seem to relax, if only slightly. And in turn, that makes Ayato relax. 

“So…” He starts and watches you hide a flinch. Your hands begin to shake. 

“I don’t want to talk about it. Please, if only for a little while.” You whisper, but as always, Ayato’s exceptional hearing picks up on it. 

And your tone of voice just breaks his disgusting black heart.

So… He shrugs, sips his coffee, and changes the subject.

“What do you do for a living?” He inquires, and your eyes shoot up to meet his own in shock. It's as if you’re surprised he actually listened to your plea.

When was the last time someone actually listened to you?

“I—I’m a teacher,” You say, and he feels his lips twitch in a small smile. You reminded him a bit of Hinami. 

“What grade?” He asked, and you huffed out a quiet laugh, and his heart soared at the sound.

“I teach kindergarten. What about you?” At this, he pauses. Could he say what he actually did? Aogiri Tree wasn’t a thing anymore, nor was the CCG, but there was still a stigma around ghouls. 

He then remembered the yelling at your partner. It was always about lies—lying about this and lying about that. 

So he decided on the truth. 

“I work alongside the Tokyo Security Committee with the United Front.” He said quickly and didn’t miss how you stiffened. Your normally floral perfume gained a sharp, bitter scent of fear, and he could hear how your coffee cup rattled in your hands. 

“Are you a ghoul?” You whisper, and he nods,

“I am. Does that scare you?” He asks, and you nod honestly,

“But…” He glances up from his coffee and finds your gaze locked on your lap.

“But what?” You finally meet his gaze, and a single tear drips down your face. 

“You scare me less than my partner.”

It’s at that moment that Ayato decides that he doesn’t want you to live like that any longer. 

“Come with me.” He says quickly, and you frown,

“Pardon?”

“Come with me to the United Front. You’re a human, but they’ll take you in. I have a friend, Fueguchi Hinami. She’s a teacher as well and could use an assistant.” He implores you, reaching across in a moment of bravery to take your hand. You flinch but don’t pull away.  

Instead, you seem to mull it over, nod to yourself once, and offer a watery smile. 

“Okay.”

[topgun-imagines]

Devil Doesn’t Bargain 

Requested: no

Summary: Bob has spent months watching your boyfriend be someone completely different than you think he is. The WSO is there to hold you when your world stops. All because of a man that you thought you could change. 

Word count: 1.8k

Warnings: Angst. Crying. Mentions of drinking and cheating.  

Note: Loosely based off of Devil Doesn’t Bargain by Alec Benjamin. 

Pairings: Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd x fem!reader

People were packed into the Hard Deck, gathered into small groups littered throughout the bar. The aviators were all around the pool table. Most of them watched as Hangman and Phoenix played a game of pool. Bob was seated off to the side, Bradley only a few feet away from him. The WSO was barely paying attention to the game, eyes fixated on something much more captivating across the room.

You were on the other side of the bar, nestled into the side of your boyfriend. His arm was wrapped around your waist while he smiled down at you. Bob’s stomach churned at the sight. In Bob’s opinion, your boyfriend was the very definition of an asshole. Sure, the man acted nice when he was around you but the second you turned your back he was the complete opposite. Bob had seen your boyfriend flirt with numerous other girls when you weren’t looking. Tonight was no different. The second that you left his side to refill your drinks, Bob watched as his eyes wandered to some redhead across the bar. Bob scoffed quietly.

He watched as your boyfriend practically undressed her with his eyes. You slid up next to him, causing his eyes to snap up to yours. He plastered a smile on his face and kissed your forehead softly. Grabbing the beer bottle from your hand, his eyes drifted back over while you chatted happily with one of his friends. Bob had to look away or he was sure that he would march over there and do something he would regret. 

The pool game continued on for a few more minutes. It finally came to an end when Hangman sank the last ball. That caused many people, including Phoenix and Bradley to groan loudly. They all knew that Hangman would never let her live it down. Everyone moved to start a new game. Hangman handed his cue off to Bradley, the two sharing an odd look, and Phoenix made her way toward Bob. “Good luck, Floyd.” She murmured, still sore about her loss to Bagman, of all people. He declined softly and finished off his ice water. 

The glass clinked as it hit the counter. “I’m good Nat,” He responded. His eyes glanced over at you quickly. A deflated feeling rose in his chest when he noticed that both you and your boyfriend had left. “I think I’m gonna head home,” Phoenix just nodded, fully knowing why Bob chose to leave now. “Tell everyone I said goodnight.” With that, Bob headed towards the doors, only barely able to hear Rooster’s groan. It’s not that he was upset that Bob was leaving, it was just that Bob was one of the only good pool players left. Coyote stepped up and grabbed the cue from Phoenix’s hands. 

Bob hopped in his truck and began the quick drive back to his housing. His mind was racing as he drove. You knew how Bob felt about your boyfriend. It was obvious that the pair never liked each other, but the only thing that that seemed to accomplish was driving you out of Bob's arms and straight into his. The pair of you had many lengthy conversations about your boyfriend and all of them ended the same. You would reassure Bob that you could change him and everything would return to the way that it was. Bob barely brought up the subject anymore. Plus, it was rare that you had time to spend with him anyways. He hated the thought, but Bob knew that the only way you would ever see your boyfriend for what he really was was if you experienced it yourself. Bob never wanted you to have to go through that. The WSO knew that he would never change, no matter how hard you tried. You deserved someone so much better than him. 

Pulling into his driveway, Bob killed the engine of his truck and hopped out. Inside, he quickly got ready for bed, stripping out of his service khakis and folding them neatly. He set them on the armchair in his room before moving to the bathroom. He brushed his teeth quickly, rinsing his mouth before shutting off the lights and climbing into bed. Bob hoped that one day you would see what he saw. 

A few days later Bob was going through the same routine. When there was a soft knock on the door. It was boiling in Miramar so he had decided to forgo a shirt. He figured no one would care. No one that was knocking on his door at quarter past one, at least. He opened the door wearing just a pair of checkered Pj pants and his glasses. His eyes glanced up when the door opened to find the last person he expected to be standing there. 

You were standing on Bob’s porch wearing a light sundress that was slightly askew. He could see the tears gather on your lashes from where he was standing. To his knowledge, you were supposed to be spending the night at some romantic dinner with your boyfriend. He stepped aside quickly, allowing you to walk into his house. Your arms wound tentatively around yourself as you glanced around the room. “Are you okay?” Bob questioned, turning to face you. 

You had to will yourself not to let your eyes drift down to his bare chest. It was rare that Bob would take his shirt off and in the many years of your friendship, you could count the number of times on one hand. You nodded shakily but the quiet sniffle gave you away. Bob fixed you with a look. You sighed and began fiddling with the hem of your dress. You suddenly felt bare in it, even though you were technically wearing more than Bob was. “Can I change?” You questioned timidly. Bob sighed softly and nodded. He knew that you would open up to him sometime throughout the night. 

He lead you back to his room. The WSO began rummaging around in his dresser, a triumphant ‘aha’ leaving his lips when he finally found what he was looking for. He passed you one of his old sweatshirts and a pair of sweatpants that you had claimed as yours a while ago. They had become too small for him anyway. You offered him a small, grateful smile before moving to his bathroom to get changed. When you were done, you tossed your torn dress onto the floor. 

Bob was sitting on his bed when you stepped back into the room. In the time that you were gone, he had thrown one of his T-shirts on. His head was bowed slightly, staring at his hands in his lap. “I’m sorry about just showing up,” You started. His head snapped up, worried blue eyes meeting yours. He shook his head softly. Moving to sit down next to him, Bob shifted slightly, wanting to offer you comfort but not wanting to press. “We were supposed to meet at his house then head to the restaurant,” You started softly. Your fingers played with the fraying edges of the sweatshirt. “I opened the door and found clothes all over the living room. Then I found him with another woman,” You cleared your throat and did your best not to meet Bob’s gaze. “He grabbed onto my dress to stop me from leaving. Practically ripped it in half,” That explained why you were so keen on changing. “I’m sorry, Bob. I couldn’t think of anywhere else to go.” Bob nodded in understanding. 

By the time you finished your explanation tears were streaming down your face. Bob held his arm out and only when he revived your wordless nod did he pull you into his chest. Your tears slowly soaked through the T-shirt that he was wearing. He could care less. “You deserve so much better than him,” Bob murmured quietly. Your soft cries continued as you nodded softly. Suddenly, everything that Bob had been telling you for the past few months made perfect sense. “Hey,” The WSO whispered. He gently moved his finger under your jaw before tipping it up. “He didn’t deserve you. You know that right?” He breathed a small sigh of relief when you nodded shakily. “Good.” You tucked your face back into the crook of his neck, softly breathing in the scent that was entirely him. 

Bob’s hand moved up and down your back softly. He rubbed gentle circles on it until your cries began to die down. You pulled back to look at him. There were still damp tear tracks streaking down your face. “Thank you.” You spoke quietly. There was a soft atmosphere in the room, something that you didn’t want to ruin. 

A soft look crossed Bob’s face. There was a warm glint in his eyes, one that, if you had to guess, was reserved for you. “Of course,” He spoke just as quietly. His hand had now stilled on the small of your back and a soft smile crossed your face when his fingers began tracing something tentatively. Your eyes stayed locked on his, noticing the small fleck of gray littered throughout them. “We should get some sleep,” He murmured barely loud enough for you to hear. His hand slowly retracted from your back and you found yourself yearning for the warmth it provided. “You can have the bed. I’ll take the couch.”

He didn’t give you any time to respond before he was hopping off the bed and making his way toward the door. However, before he could escape to the living room and chastise himself for his actions your voice called out to him softly. “Bob?” He spun to face you, offering a hum as a response. “Stay? Please?” His heart practically melted at the request. With a nod he slowly walked back over to the bed, helping you get settled with the covers before he climbed in beside you. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest. Your hand found his under the covers, your pinky winding around his in a comforting way. “Goodnight Bob.” He whispered the same to you before he let his eyes flutter shut. The WSO allowed himself to be lulled to sleep by the sound of your soft breathing as you yourself succumbed to it. Just as he was about to drift off he felt you shit in your sleep. A sudden weight across his stomach and in his chest caused his cheeks to warm a bit. A soft sigh escaped your lips as you made yourself comfortable on Bob’s chest. 

That night, Bob slept peacefully for the first time in a long time. In the morning the pair of you would need to talk. And eventually, Bob would get the chance to tell you the words he traced softly into your back. One day, he would finally explain just how he felt about you. But tonight you just needed each other. And if it meant that he got to hold you in his arms, he was perfectly fine with that.

a/n: Thank you for reading! This is my first time writing for Bob so I hoped you enjoyed! Requests are open. 

[lurafita]

I never see anyone write head canon or fic about Malec in the far far future. Like 1000+ years in the future. Personally I like to think that they agree to adopt 2-3 kids a century so some time is set aside for them. That Alec eventually stops working for the clave-maybe only on standby. That they travel to new worlds and become this idol couple. Worshipped in a few places as gods of marriage and relationships and that they do pursue different interests and even spend a decade or two apart, but always always end up back together.

Also that the reason they are worshipped for wedding blessings all over is because they tend to get married each time they come across a culture with new or “fun” wedding traditions.

As someone who accepts no else but immortal Malec, I definitely support any ideas and headcanons about them being still together in the far future.

Thing is, it's so hard for me to think of such a far away future, because what might technology look like in 1000+ years? Will they even still be on earth then? Space adventures? Will they have helped humanity relocate to different planets because we killed earth by that time?

Oh, sci-fi Malec. Aliens. They could have alien kids and showworld kids and human kids. all the kids.

I don't know how I stand on the 'a decade or two apart' thing. I mean, immortality this and that, it's not like the years run by any faster just because time can't catch you, right?

I like to think that even after being married for hundreds of years, they still can't be apart for more than a month or two. XD I don't even care about how realistic that would be.

But having them be such prominent lovers throught history is *chef's kiss*

Like whole religions have formed around them. There are stories about them, books based on them, folkslore.

Malec forever!

[rivwritesiguess]

If I Killed Someone For You

Word count: 1772

Other

Anakin Skywalker x reader

Based on the song If I Killed Someone For You by Alec Benjamin

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I'm sorry that I did this

The blood is on my hands

I stare at my reflection

I don't know who I am

  As Anakin snuck out of the Jedi temple, unable to have killed the younglings like he said he would, his mind immediately went to Y/N. He peeked around the corner to see numerous Jedi standing there, all seeming surprised by the recent turn of events. 

  Anakin quickly ran across the opening to the exit, got on a ship, and took off as fast as he could. Looking back, he could see the light from their sabers. He turned his attention to the front again, seeing his reflection in the window. What had he become?

Practice my confession

In case I take the stand

I'll say I learned my lesson

I'll be a better man

  His hands shook as he steered the ship, not knowing where he was going at first. All he knew was that he had to get away. Far away. If anyone ever caught him- ever- he’d be dead. 

  Anakin kept glancing back, praying that he wouldn’t see the light of another ship. No one would ever accept an apology for what he had done and even if they did, things would never be the same.

I'm packing up my things

And I'm wiping down the walls

I'm rinsing off my clothes

And I'm walking through the halls

  Although his hopes were high, he knew that it was inevitable for someone to come after him. Although seeing Obi-Wan’s ship in the mirror definitely surprised him. He turned sharply, trying to throw Obi-Wan off his path. While it worked for a second, Obi-Wan found him again in seconds. Anakin groaned. Why’d they have to send one of the people who knew him best?

  Anakin pushed a few buttons, making the ship fly faster than before. Tying a rope to the steering to keep it there, he stood up and quickly fixed the hyperspace mechanic, knowing he’d have to use it. Just as he finished, he felt the ship go sideways. After regaining his balance, he jumped, pulling the steering and getting the ship back up again. He pushed another button, getting the ship ready to go into hyperspace. 

  While waiting, he saw a green light shoot past him. He looked back once again, seeing Obi-Wan was now not only joined by two other ships but also firing in his direction.

  He was starting to feel regret about what he’d done, but it quickly went away.

I did it all for her

So I felt nothing at all

I don't know what she'll say

So I'll ask her when she calls

  It was for her. It was all for her. He had to, so why couldn’t he finish the job? He jumped into hyperspace, hoping it’d get him away from the foes on his back. He didn’t really think about it, but he did. He had thought about it without even knowing. 

  The planet was a beautiful green color. It was the planet they’d said the two of them would go and hide away on.

I hear the sirens coming

I see the flashing lights

I'm driving through the suburbs

Wearing my disguise

  The hope he had faded away as he landed on the planet and saw several other ships appear in the sky. However, it was too late to get off the planet now. They’d catch him instantly. He got off the ship, running out of the docking area and ignoring the man who demanded a docking fee. They fired at him, but he easily dodged and continued running.

  He considered killing them. He did. Then they wouldn’t be able to tell the others which way he had gone. However, he didn’t want to do that. Especially when he was just about to see her. He couldn’t do that. He wouldn’t.

  He slowed his pace to a speedy walk as he entered a marketplace. He pulled up his hood, sticking to the shadows as he quickly walked through. He came to the end and his run continued.

  Soon enough, he came across the small cabin he and her had decided on. No one else knew about it. If they needed a break, they’d go there. If they just wanted each other, they’d go there. 

  If they ever got in any trouble, they’d go there.

  And Anakin was definitely in trouble.

I show up at her doorstep

To look her in the eyes

I tell her that it's me

But she doesn't recognize

  He knocked on the door, despite the fact that it was his house as well. He waited for what felt like hours, although it was a matter of seconds before the door opened.

  He was immediately entranced by her enticing eyes, a smile coming to his face despite the current situation. A smile started to appear on hers, but it quickly went away when she looked down to see the state of his robes. 

  “Anakin, are you alright?” She asked frantically. He nodded 

  “Now that I’m with you, I couldn’t be any better.” She shook her head, reaching forward and grabbing his arms. Now her beautiful eyes were filled with worry, stunting his feeling of comfort.

  “Anakin, what happened?”

Can't you see I'm running?

Said I need a place to hide

I've gotta ask you something

Could you please let me inside?

  Anakin nodded, more to himself than it was to the woman in front of him. Anakin looked up to see ships flying the way he had come, undoubtedly the very ships he was running from. He looked back down.

  “I need to go inside, I will explain everything to you if you just let me inside, then we can be together without worry.”

  “Worry about what, Anakin?” He stepped forward and she moved out of the way, seeing no reason to not allow him inside of their shared house. “What happened?”

Just let me explain

No, I wouldn't tell you lies

I know you'll understand

If you let me stay the night

  “I did something, something really bad. He was trying to get in my head and he did, and he used you to do so with these terrible images and I wanted to stop them from happening and-”

  “Anakin, love, slow down, take a breath.” She shut the door behind her as she spoke, walking over and leading Anakin to the couch. She grabbed his hands once they had sat down, trying to help calm him down. “Just tell me what happened. Are you hurt?” 

  “No, I… I’m not hurt. I’m fine. But…”

  “But what, Anakin?” She was exasperated. He could tell. She was stressed and he was dragging his out for as long as he could.

You have to understand that

The one I killed is me

Changing what I was

For what you wanted me to be

  “It was for you. I had to save you. You understand, don’t you?” She lightly threw her hands in the air with a groan.

  “I can’t understand if I don’t know what happened.” She said. He nodded. The two of them looked away from each other when sirens could be heard in the distance. She stood up, walking over to the window in confusion.

  Anakin quickly grabbed her arm, pulling her back as he stood up. 

  “I did something I can never go back on, and in the process, I’ve changed things about myself, the very things you used to love.”

I followed your direction

Did everything you asked

I hope that makes you happy

'Cause there's just no turning back

  “It’s ok, whatever you did, it’s ok. We can fix it.” Anakin shook his head. 

  “No, no, we can’t, you can’t…-”

  “Then we can stay here. No one will ever find us.” 

  “Love, they are already on the planet.”

Would you hold my hand?

They're the same ones that I used

When I killed someone for you

  Anakin looked to where their hands interlocked, flashes of his actions prominent in his mind as he thought about what would happen if she got caught with him. She’d be hiding a fugitive, she’d lose her ranks, her friends, her family, everything. He couldn’t let her do that, even if she was more than willing.

Would you turn me in

When they say I'm on the loose?

Would you hide me when

My face is on the news?

  The sirens grew closer, probably due to the people on the dock telling the others which way he had gone. He regretted his decision. He should’ve killed them, but he didn’t.

  “We don’t have to stay here. I have a ship in the back, we can escape. Whatever you did, it’s fine. You don’t even have to tell me, just listen to me, please.”

  “I… The Council is damaged. One strike and they could be brought to ruins.” She froze.

  “You didn’t…?” He nodded. She sucked in a breath, looking away as she thought. She nodded to herself.

  “Ok, ok, that’s fine. That’s ok. We just need to stay down, hide, get away from here.” He shook his head this time.

  “I can’t ask you to do that. You’ll lose everything, Y/N.”

  “It’s all worth nothing if you’re not here with me.” He paused, looking at her as he took in her words. She started walking back, pulling him along with her lightly. “Come on, let’s get out of here.” He didn’t protest, going with her. Seeing that he wasn’t fighting back, she felt relieved and turned around and started pulling him tighter so the two would get there faster. 

  Anakin felt himself relax as the ship came into view, admiring the woman in front of him even more.

  “You shouldn’t come with me.” He said quietly as they got closer to the ship. She turned around sharply, raising a hand to his cheek, not breaking eye contact.

  “I refuse to leave you.” She said. She looked back at the ship. “Even if you leave without me I will find you again. I will do what it takes.”

  “You can’t-”

  “Hey!” The two looked over to see a soldier standing by the door they exited from. Anakin didn’t even have time to react before Y/N made a quick motion, pulling out her blaster and shooting the soldier square in the chest. He fell back and she fired another shot. He stopped moving. She looked back to Anakin.

  “I won’t leave you.” Anakin paused for a second, looking between her and the now-dead soldier. He looked back at her. He nodded.

  “Of course.”

'Cause I killed someone for you

[khaleesiofalicante]

David and Madeleine

Okay let's talk about these two.

What I am about to say, I'm 90 per cent sure I'll regret it. But Max is a hero. He doesn't just pretend to be a hero. He is a hero. In both timelines. I think David had said something in IALS that went like: Max is like a candle. He will burn himself up to give others light. And that's very accurate. To his core, he is a selfless person. Just like the rest of his family. Magnus, Alec, Rafael. They are all heroes. They would sacrifice everything to save the world. Here is the tricky part. David is... not a hero? I'm clarifying this right now he is not a villain. But neither is Madeleine.

Kyle was a villain. (The fact that I can say was, the relief).Madeleine wasn't. She is not racist, she is not sexist, she doesn't believe people are superior based on their blood. Kyle was a bad person. To his core. The Devlins, they wanted to cause destruction unprovoked. They didn't care about the life of others. They were just, bad people as you've said. David and Madeleine are not.

But here is where it gets trickier. They're not... heroes either. A hero puts the world above everything. David and Madeleine don't. And in all honesty, the defying difference between them is Madeleine's cruelty. She lashes out. She blames someone that wasn't really at fault. She created a belief in her mind that Lance was at fault, that he, a 3 days old baby, had the conscious to murder her husband. That the prophecy was the way to warn them that Lance was a curse. Not because she genuinely believed it but because it got her husband killed.

David. David doesn't punish other people. He punishes himself. He didn't try to torture anyone. When he threatened a life, he threatened his own. Someone could say, he got Older Max arrested didn't he? But for crimes he had committed. So, he hasn't been cruel yet has he? There is also the part where he apparently was okay with the universe unraveling as long as they all died together. But, that wasn't him directly hurting someone correct? The difference between the trolley problem and the transplant trolley problem. In the trolley problem you have to choose between letting 5 people die or changing the course of the train to let one person die.But in the transplant one they have to kill one healthy person to give his organs to 5 patients in need. David doesn't actively hurt anyone while Madeleine does.

And like the difference between those two problems, the act to choose to kill instead of letting someone die is different. David will change a canon event. He will not live to see the consequences of his actions. Madeleine wants to see them. She kept stabbing Lance, she thrives on the pain she causes to David's family. She thrives on someone's pain. David doesn't, no matter what he goes through or who he loses. He doesn't like inflicting pain.

Which creates another difference. Madeleine has no reason to believe that killing Lance will bring Joseph back. She she's not doing all of this to save her love. She is doing it for revenge. She trying to hurt because she was hurt. But she will gain absolutely nothing from Lance's demise. Her husband won't come back. Her son won't forgive her. Her daughter won't suddenly become closer to her.

But David will get his som back. If he changed a canon event, he would get his son back. He had everything to gain from it. Everything he lost he could get back. It wasn't about revenge for David. It was about claiming what he's lost.

But let's not forget FMF. He did brutally murder Lucifer for experimenting and murdering Nico. But did he enjoy it? I don't think he did. Did Madeleine enjoy stabbing Lnace to death? I think she did. I think it gave her a twisted sense of satisfaction.

So in my conclusion: The Devlins, Kyle. They were bad people. They will be bad people no matter the circumstances.

Madeleine wasn't a bad person. She became a bad person. She was transformed into a bad person by grief and pain. She is a circumstantial bad person. If Joseph hadn't die, if she doesn't lose her rock, she isn't very likely to kill.

David? David is not a bad person. He is a good person that is forced to do bad things(f.e. FMF). But he doesn't enjoy doing it. Or hurting. Which is a huge difference between bad and good people. But he is not a hero either. Not in the traditional sense. He would pick his kids over the universe any day. Not himself. He would sacrifice himself. But his loved ones? No.

This is huge and I have more to analyse. I again am so sorry for bombarding you, but they just flow from me.

Ah. I could write an essay about these two - and I will hehe. I will add another layer of analysis to your beautiful work :) (thank u sooo much for this btw!!!)

First things first (and I think you know this already but i’m flagging it for others) these archetypes of hero, villain, whatever don’t exist in a vacuum. It’s more of a spectrum where you go from one to another through the course of your life. 

Some people though, in a bad way, stay stuck in the same thing. Like Kyle. When I was doing Kyle and Victoria’s characterization, a big difference I noticed between them was that I could see that Victoria would be willing to change. I think when ‘bad’ people, at least some of them, are given the right opportunities, resources and lots of love, they can be and do better. I see Victoria as one of those people. Not that it justifies her actions, but she’s had bad role models her entire life, but if it wasn’t for her kindness to Kincaid, (and his exposure to Arthur at a young age ofc) Kinny could’ve grown up to be a real cunt too. 

Victoria was an asshole from the start. I feel for people like that, some of them at least, there is an opportunity for redemption. Because you see they’ve never known love - not really. They don’t know what it’s like to have support systems or affirming friends/family. Victoria didn’t choose to be cruel. She was raised to be cruel. 

But Madeleine. Oof. Madeleine is good. She was good. She knows right from wrong. She knows how to be kind. But she chose the darkness. She chooses to be cruel. I think people like this, people who were good and later embrace the dark side, are much harder to change. Because they made a conscious choice - whatever the circumstances. 

A lot of Victoria and Madeleine’s characterisation were developed parallely so excuse this lil analysis. 

Now David…David is truly a good example of ‘i am what you make me’ - that is people moving around the moral spectrum because they need to do what they have to do to survive. 

About the hero discussion between Madeleine and David. I think another interesting thing here is that Madeline actually considers herself a hero. She definitely has a ‘holier than thou’ personality (but not in an obvious way) and this was there from the start. It’s the same thing Alec and Rafael have (but not Magnus as we saw) where they think they know what is best for other people and therefore want to help them. This is why they want to be leaders. But Madeleine has kind of lost the plot and is now literally taking advantage of her leadership/hero status. She is using her influence to get people to do what she wants (the thing Rafael refuses to do even if he has the power to do the same - i love him btw). She is therefore a corrupted hero. A hero who forgot why they became a hero in the first place. A hero who is only a hero so they can get what they want. 

David on the other hand is not a hero in any sense - for one simple reason. He doesn’t want to be one. The whole thing about 'david always gets what he wants' IS because he is willing to play dirty and do whatever it takes. I mean if you think about it (Really think about it) the first time we meet David is when he literally gets his father arrested. HE GOT HIS DAD ARRESTED LMAO. THIS BOY WAS NOT FUCKING AROUND.

He's just so used to (and perhaps tired of) fighting for himself and that he wants someone else to do it for him *enter Max LB*

He will ALWAYS do whatever it takes to protect himself and his love and that’s who he is and this boy has known it from the beginning (we love a self-aware king)

From LBAF 2: 

But David didn’t want to be a hero.

He had never wanted to be one – much to his father’s disappointment.

He wanted to be the person the hero fights for. He wanted to be the person the hero saved. He wanted to be the person they climbed mountains for and crossed oceans for.

He looked at Alec Lightwood – and remembered how the other man had gone to Edom to save his love.

He wanted to be the person the hero went to hell for.

David didn’t want to be a hero. He didn’t want to fight dragons and slay demons.

He didn’t want to fight at all. He just wanted to be loved.

Note: “He just wanted to be loved” is one of my favourite lines because the name David literally means ‘be loved’. 

David isn’t a hero. David is a survivor. And survivors don’t fall between ‘good or bad’. They fall between ‘dead or alive’. David knows what he wants to be (and we see him choose death a couple of times) and he’s just going to do what it takes to keep him that way. And very importantly - he can’t do no wrong :)

PS - I found these little notes I wrote for the LBAF gang in LBAF 3 and Max’s one is making me soooo emo because it made me think of Other Max.

PPS - Please know I love you loads. Okay bye.

[halfwaydeepunofficial]

🍋 alec

🔱 raph

🍋 - what’s something your character never got over, if anything? why did it affect them so much and is there any chance of them ever healing from it?

this one is hard to answer for the base modern au because it’s pretty vaguely defined. the two big ones are like

1) his parents Being The Way They Are (conservative wasps, emphasis on the conservative)

2) his relationship with marco

the former has a huge influence on his development as a person. in a lot of ways he lives to spite them as much as possible, though interestingly this doesn’t affect his aesthetics a lot. he’s a chaotic academia little guy who mixes leather jackets with nice sweaters and overall if he never opened his mouth he’d probably come off as pretty respectable. but he is not One Of The Good Ones and he never will be and you will catch him arguing with everyone there is to argue with and mouthing off at authority figures at every turn. he definitely develops a healthier relationship to all of this over time, but it instills qualities in him that will never go away.

the latter was just a toxic relationship. not abusive, but toxic. marco’s an alcoholic and a bitter, cynical asshole. so it’s hard to just shake that off. he’ll definitely heal from that eventually.

in other aus where we fuck him up more this is easier. the ivory room au has complicated lore with several Things He Will Never Get Over, mainly the murder of his childhood best friend, the murder of a Literal Child, and the murder of his boyfriend at the time (marco, actually). in the remix dreampack au, there’s an incident where he’s kidnapped and magically compelled. in the immortality curse au the entire point of it is beating him over the head with will dying over and over again, so he can’t get over that.

fuck him up too much and it loops back around to being hard to answer, though, because in like. the expanded hunger games au. there are so many things he can’t get over that i can’t even begin to list them.

🔱 - is there anything your character would kill for? why or why not?

yep!

from least understandable to most understandable: fame, money, his sister. i’m honestly not sure where his boyfriend fits into this, because like. yeah he would probably kill someone to protect hunter - actually more than probably, it’s going to happen in one au - but they don’t have the same relationship as some other pairs (looking at you, meeper and walec and pev) where if hunter was hurt raph would go on a murder spree. i’d say something similar about revenge for him - yes, he would kill to get revenge if it came to that, but with the exception of the dreampack au (where he does get revenge but he doesn’t kill anyone) i don’t hugely associate him with those kinds of revenge arcs. raph isn’t a forgiving person, but he’s usually more likely to swing for his enemies in a different way. the exception is avenging his sister. if olivia gets hurt all hell will break loose.

i also wanna clarify on the fame part: he wouldn’t kill someone just to get famous for being their killer. but he would absolutely sabotage others that he’s in competition with for a kind of fame he wants independently, and if it came to murder he probably wouldn’t flinch.

[garbage-connoisseur]

I just finished watching Wes Craven's Swamp Thing from 1982. Important to note is that this movie predates Alan Moore's run of the comics, so it is based exclusively on the earlier, slightly goofier stories. Swamp Thing is almost exactly divided into two halves, both which are enjoyable in wildly different ways. The first half has a lot of beautiful swamp shots, and focuses on establishing characters and stakes. We follow newly arrived Alice Cable (Adrienne Barbeau) at a research station in the middle of a swamp, which we are told is filled with gators and other dangers. Multiple people have either gone missing or are deserting the place, which seems to be performing some secret government-funded scientific experiments. We also get a very fun scene of a group of camouflaged mercenaries ambushing someone in the swamp. One of the mercenaries turns out to be carrying around a venomous snake in his pants, and as he pulls it said trouser snake he wields it like a weapon, making it bite and kill the ambushed man.

The jokes write themselves. We eventually learn that the research is being done by Alec Holland, a character that I would swear was inspired by Jeff Goldblum's sexy Seth Brundle scientist man, if this movie hadn't been released four years earlier than The Fly. As it stands, Alec really wants us to know how sexy the swamp is, setting up for his eventual transportation into a sexy plant man shortly after.

You see, Alec is researching ways to make the plants of the far future of 2004 be resilient enough to grow in hitherto uncultivated climates, which he plans to achieve by injecting an animal nucleus into vegetable cells, thereby imbuing them with the fighting spirit of animals somehow. This feels wrong, but I am not well-versed enough in biology to dispute it.

Either way, Alec briefly turns into Herbert West: Plant Re-Animator after his glow-in-the-dark solution turns out to be a success, once again in a nod to a movie that would only come out three years later, somehow.

At this point characters and stakes have been establishes, so the mercenaries storm the research station, killing everyone but Cable, and dousing Alec with his solution while also setting him on fair, and demonstrating how badly equipped the lab is, without any kind of safety lab shower.

It is at this point that the movie drastically shifts tone, as it turns out that the main antagonist is modelled after the cartoonishly villanous Lex Luther of the Superman movies, and suddenly the movie becomes all about the mysterious Swamp Thing (who could it be??) fist-fighting the military while the self-declared super genius villain attempts to get his hands on the MacGuffin to grant him immortality.

Meanwhile the movie also starts getting things ready for the inevitable supernatural romance subplot as we and Cable learn that the Swamp Thing has a heart of gold beneath its rubbery exterior.

It gets really dumb as the fairly goofy looking Swamp Thing rubber costume gets much too much screen-time for this to still be a horror movie, and a few other silly costumes get added to the mix.

Definitely give this one a watch if you get the chance.

[onetimetwotimesthreetimess]

“Where are you trying to go with this line of questioning?” Alec asked, his voice tight.

“We’re just trying to clear all our bases Mr. Lightwood.” The detective replied.

“Bane.”

The man gave him a questioning look.

“Lightwood-Bane. My name is Alec Lightwood-Bane.” Alec announced.

Alec has already lost everything else. This name is all he has left.

The cops gave him a pitying look.

People have been doing that a lot lately. He wants to punch everyone.

Not that it would fix his heart.

There is nothing in this world that could compensate for what Alec just lost.

“Yes, Mr. Lightwood-Bane. You did say the two of you were having some problems.”

Problems.

Understatement of the year, he thought.

“Like a normal married couple does okay? We were dealing with them.” He sighed.

Alec wants them to leave.

He wants Izzy and Jace, who have been hanging around him since it happened to leave. He wants everyone to leave him the fuck alone.

Because the only person Alec wants right now is gone.

And it’s tearing his heart and mind apart.

“We are not saying you did this.” The investigator added. His voice betraying his words.

Alec knows that the man thinks he did this.

He laughed at the words but it came out all ugly and pained.

“No, you are just insinuating that I paid someone to get him killed. That I had him burned alive because we had a fucking fight.” Alec yelled.

The burned body flashed across his mind and he shuddered. He knows that that image will haunt him for years to come.

Everything hurts so badly that Alec doesn't know how he will survive.

There are parts of him that do not want to survive.

“I didn’t do it okay. I didn’t. I didn’t kill him. I didn’t kill my Magnus. I didn’t kill my husband. I love him. I love him. Please. I would never hurt him. I just want him back.” Alec begged.

-The Malec Murder Mystery AU that @i-am-a-really-good-lawyer is making me write.

[annethepancake]

30-Day Movie Challenge here. Part 2/3. Part 1. Part 3.

11. My guilty pleasure movie: Wilde (1997) Fuck toxic boyfriends but young Jude Law was soooo pretty in this, it convinced me that maybe Oscar Wilde had a point when he fell so madly in love with this god awful little brat named Bosie.

12. An underrated movie I want people to watch: Beautiful Boy (2018) It’s not underrated I don’t think, it’s just a lesser known film starring Timothée Chalamet. Aside from Timmy’s phenomenal performance, the message of this movie is really clear and really helpful. Watch this and never, ever do drugs.

13. A movie whose color scheme I love: Amélie (2001) If you know my photography skills you know I’m awful and always use saturation to try to distract you from it. I do like vibrant colors and saturation, and while The Grand Budapest Hotel could have been an obvious choice I just prefer the warm and vibrant colors here in Amélie, the colors themselves just told the story so well.

14. My favorite female director: Emerald Fennell She directed her debut feature length movie (Promising Young Woman) while pregnant with her first child. And it’s a masterpiece that won her an Oscar. Phenomenal work. She’s also one of the screenwriters for Killing Eve, which is amazing as well.

15. A film that discusses mental health: Eighth Grade (2018) Such an important movie (for kids and adults alike) and the way it’s played out is a tad too real, and so well executed. Bo Burnham did a great job on this and he deserves every praise he got from such an outstanding work. The mental health issue that the film discusses: Anxiety in teenagers in a world of social media.

16. A movie I keep coming back to: Scott Pilgrim vs. The World (2010) Every time anyone breathes “comedy” around me, there I am with my “Ooooh you should totally watch Scott Pilgrim”. But really it’s such a clever comedy and I would be offended if you watched with me and didn’t like it :< Not to mention the awesome soundtrack!

17. That mood changer movie: Brokeback Mountain (2005) My heart still aches for these two honestly. And it really did change a whole industry. I wrote about it here.

18. A quote I admire from my favorite movie: Maurice (1987)

“I was yours till death if you’d care to keep me once, but I’m someone else’s now, and he’s mine in a way that shocks you. Why don’t you stop being shocked and attend to your own happiness?”

You know how I feel about Maurice. It is such a shame that this quote is not included in the final cut, but it’s such an important scene. Briefly about the movie: Maurice was gay in the 1910’s England, where homosexuality was a crime punishable by jail time and hard labor. He met Clive who made him discover that about himself, but then Clive decided to conform to societal norms and left to marry a woman. This quote is from the speech (the “fuck you” speech as the fandom likes to call) that Maurice delivered to Clive right before leaving to roam the greenwood with Alec (his new love interest) and never returning. This quote really captures how much Maurice was now sure of himself and knew who he was, which he never had been before, and marks the moment he decided to pursue his own happiness and flip off the entire England with its social stratification and homophobia.

19. A movie based on a true story: Hidden Figures (2016) This movie shone a light onto a story I never knew existed before: Black women’s contribution to freakin’ NASA! All of the three women were so phenomenal and I’m so glad I got to know them through the performances of three equally awesome actresses.

20. My favorite cinematographer: James Ivory I don’t know a lot of cinematographers, but James Ivory used to be an art director, so movies like Maurice and Call Me By Your Name and A Room With A View do have a lot of his touch of art, and I like all of the visuals in these films, so there we go.

[therealvinelle]

Concerning the Renesmee-question, do you think that the Volturi will try having hybrids of their own? Aro is very curious, we know that he also studied immortal children in Volterra. Since he's married and probably not into women, do you think he'll tell some of the male guards to hook up some humans?

You mean will Aro pimp out his guard to rape human women, some of them to death?

... I hope not?

I like to think Aro has some respect for humans. He celebrates human art and culture, the Volturi secretaries are treated with respect, and he protects a world where we live freely when he could have turned us into farm animals. His immoral or questionable actions, such as killing Didyme, have the common denominator that he does it to stay in power. He’s not your comic book villain doing evil stuff for shits and giggles, rather I’d say he turns ruthlessness into a strength. Aro is where he is now because he will do what he must, and never yield. He is cunning.

What I’m saying is, I don’t think his propensity for one type of villainy necessarily translates to another. For him to try and create hybrids would mean for him to accept the extremely brutal death of countless human females, either by rape or slowly as the gestation and birth of a hybrid proves unsurvivable. It’s sexualized torture and murder.

Then there’s the fact that in the Twilight universe, sex with humans appears to be akin to paraphernalia. The fact that hybrids were a complete non-thing prior to Breaking Dawn says it all, really. Aro wouldn’t just be asking his guard - or doing it himself - to whore themselves out, he’d be asking them to fuck a species they’re not attracted to sexually. There’s “Think of England, my dear,” and then there’s this.

Let’s say, though, that my opinion of Aro too high and he’s willing to do it. Who would he make the father?

There’s little point in doing it with a giftless sperm donor. If Aro wants to study a normal hybrid, he can study Nahuel and his sisters, and look through Joham’s memories. So, if Aro’s doing this then it’ll be because he wants those sweet gifts.

This is where he’d run into a problem.

The notable gifts in his coven, that he’d want passed on, are held by Jane, Corin, Renata, Chelsea, and Heidi, all of them women, and Alec, who is prepubescent. This leaves Aro, Demetri, Marcus, and Afton. Afton is right out, and Marcus isn’t an option either. So, if Aro wants his gifted hybrid it’s gonna be him or Demetri who does the ugly work.

Now, Aro tried to cheat the system with his sister, and she turned out to have a useless gift. If Aro tries to create his own child, he runs the twofold risk that 1. the child will also have a useless gift, 2. he’ll have an eternal reminder of Didyme running around. I think based on that alone he’d cool significantly on the idea. Just... no.

We’re left with Demetri as the only real option, but here we have two major hurdles: one, Aro has to pimp out his guard in this way. To be in the Volturi guard is supposed to be an honor, if it gets out that Aro's servants are in fact whores to humans... yeah not a good look. Especially not after Breaking Dawn. Two, of all the Volturi Demetri is probably the busiest one of all. Jane and Alec can at the very least take turns, Demetri is the one who has to be on missions. Plus, the nature of Demetri’s gift means it’s to his benefit to meet as many people as possible. He’s not really someone Aro can take out of commission over a science project.

Plus, while Demetri’s gift is nifty, is it really worth all this? Hybrids are interesting and all, but ultimately weaker than even vegetarian vampires. They need sleep, sustenance much more often, and they’re nowhere near as fast, strong, or invulnerable. Even if Aro got an awesome gift out of his hybrid, he wouldn’t have much use for one in the guard.

Then there’s the fact that as hybrids become a thing in the vampire world, Aro could just recruit from others.

There’s also the fact that as of Breaking Dawn, Aro has more pressing concerns.

In summation, no, I don’t think Aro’s making hybrids anytime soon.

[youngreckless]

History Will Remember You

A Malec drabble based on the prompt — Magnus tells Alec about his ancestors (like the TID and TLH gang).

"I'm starting to believe in Bridget's comment less and less with every one of these stories."

Magnus laughed and sipped his wine. "It's not that bad."

"Scones, Magnus! He didn't even like scones! And I'm also named after him. By the Angel, Lightwoods are a disaster."

"Well, I wouldn't exactly put it like that."

Alec stared at him. "Do you not remember how I fell down the fucking stairs after our first date?"

Magnus rolled his eyes in response. "Alright, I retract my statement. But not all of them were a disaster."

"Oh, good. Please, tell me more about them."

"Well—actually, come to think of it, Lightwood men have pretty much all been disasters. It's the women who had any game, ever."

Alec groaned. "That's so unfair."

Magnus grinned. "So, there was Anna Lightwood. She was… well, people would say she was an enigma. But I didn't think that. She had impeccable fashion sense, for one. And she acted like a heartbreaker—even was one—but she also found someone she loved more than anything."

"Who?" Alec asked curiously.

"Her name was Kamala. They were a sweet pair." Magnus smiled. "And then there was her brother Christopher. A genius boy."

"He's the one who invented fire messages, right?"

Magnus nodded. "He is. He was also very charming. Had a good relationship with his cousin Thomas."

"Thomas. Right. The Gay Disaster."

"Alexander!"

"What?! I say that affectionately! Look at me. I was a Gay Disaster too."

"Still are," Magnus muttered.

Alec narrowed his eyes, "What was that?"

"Nothing," Magnus said and pecked Alec's lips. "Shall I continue?"

Alec nodded. "So, Anna and Christopher were Gabriel's children. And Thomas had two sisters?"

Magnus nodded. "Poor Barbara was taken from them too soon, but she was a headstrong woman. Just like Eugenia. She carried herself so well after what happened with her."

Alec smiled and looked off the balcony into the setting sun. He thought about his ancestors, about what they had survived. He wondered if he'd even be here if things had gone differently, if they hadn't been able to endure what they did. He thought of Gideon and Gabriel, of how they fought for the right side, even when it meant killing their father; of Anna and Thomas, who were just like him, but perhaps braver; of Christopher and Eugenia, who never let the society define their worth.

He was broken out of his train of thoughts by a hand caressing the back of his neck. "What are you thinking about?" Magnus asked softly.

Alec looked back at his husband and smiled. "Just how strong Lightwoods have always been."

Magnus' gaze softened, and he nodded. "They have."

"But I still can't believe one of them turned into a worm."

Magnus laughed contagiously, making Alec laugh too. "Yeah, well, don't forget about the one who was an evil bitch."

"Magnus! Language."

"You know it's true," Magnus said with a shrug.

Alec rolled his eyes, but didn't disagree. "Well, you're a Lightwood now too," he said with a grin.

ps. go here if you wanna see a lil bit about magnus' reaction :)

[raindancer2004]

Unloved and Unwanted?

Word Count: 4,169 Felix x reader Part Five Warnings: Fluff, NSFW

Y/N still struggled with feedings and her thirst and felt like she was letting Felix down; like she wasn’t good enough to be the mate of an elite guard. Felix noticed that Y/N was pulling away from him but didn’t know why until he overheard a conversation between her and Demetri “Hey Y/N, how are doing?” Demetri asked and noticed her eyes filled with venom and she lowered her head “I’m struggling and feel like I’m letting everyone down…that I’m letting him down” She replied low and he knew who Y/N meant as he too had noticed her pulling away from Felix. Demetri carefully placed two fingers under her chin and lifted her head “You have let no one down, especially not him. Is this why you have been distancing yourself from him?” She nodded “He deserves someone better…someone who doesn’t struggle with-with this life” “The way you were bought into this life wasn’t ideal and could be why you are struggling Y/N, I mean you and Felix were getting along so well and had discussed him turning you and that plan was taken away from you both. You cannot blame yourself if you struggle, no one wakes up a perfect newborn you know” He said softly “Really? Do you remember what you like as a newborn?” She asked “You trying to say I’m too old to remember?” He feigned a hurt expression “Maybe…” She winked at him and he chuckled “I was ready to tear into any human that I came across, even if it meant exposing my creator and myself. Amun, my creator decided to focus on helping me hone my tracking gift as a way to…distract me from the blood lust…” “Did it work?” She cut him off and he chuckled “Eventually. I was too focused on perfecting my gift and didn’t want to attract unwanted attention. It also helped that I was able to hunt whenever I wanted and didn’t have to feed in a room of full people. I used to make a mess as a newborn, but that also got better over time, now there’s no mess when I feed whether it be here in the castle or when away on missions” He replied “It’s nice to know that I’m not the only messy newborn” Demetri nodded at her and watched as Felix approached them being careful not to spook his newborn mate. “Y/N…may I?” He gestured to the space beside her on the bench and she nodded “I heard you two talking and I want to you to know you haven’t let me down. I’m proud of you and am very pleased to have you as my mate. Just let me help you…please” Felix said as he held her small hands in his larger ones and bought them to his lips, placing a kiss to them. She looked up at him, eyes still filled with venom and nodded slowly “Demetri and I will take you hunting away from the city until you have better control and are comfortable enough to feed with the rest of us” She nodded at Felix “I will train one on one with you away from the other guards” Demetri offered smiling “Really? You two would do that…for me?” “Yes, little one we would. I would anything for you” Felix replied “Me too cara…and besides I love a good hunt” Demetri added with a wink, Y/N laughed “Thank you, both of you.” “You more than welcome sweetheart” Demetri added.  

The following day Demetri and Felix took Y/N hunting outside of the city, somewhere far from the castle. They came across a campsite where four humans sat around a fire talking, one of the men got up “I’m going for a piss” Y/N growled and went to move towards the three campers when Felix’s large hand gripped her throat “Not yet, little one” Y/N hissed at her mate and Demetri chuckled “Patience cara” and he took hold of her hand, hoping she wouldn’t crush it “Why?” She growled “We need to wait till the other one is far enough way before I let you loose, after all there are three of them and three of us” Felix replied low in her ear “You can have the spare human too” Demetri added with a smile. A few moments later Felix’s grip eased “Now” They all ran forward Y/N taking the red-haired female by surprise when she felt a cold hand wrap around her throat. The human was writhing beneath Y/N so much, that it wasn’t an efficient kill nor was it a clean kill “You look like a messy child” Demetri teased “Fuck off!” Y/N growled, baring her teeth and Demetri flinched “Language! Little one” Felix called out “Fuck off please!” Y/N growled back at the pair of them, Demetri chuckled and Felix shook his head “Not what I meant” He said looking her, earning another growl from her.

They arrived back at the castle and were greeted by Jane and Alec “How did the hunt go?” Jane asked Demetri “Y/N’s method needs work but she’ll get there” He replied “Maybe give her a bib next time” Alec chuckled “Fuck off Alec” Y/N hissed and Felix growled beside her “Please” Y/N added and walked off, the twins looked confused “Y/N told me to fuck off whilst we were out and Felix chastised her for it by saying ‘language’ to which Y/N replied fuck off please” Demetri explained, not bothering to hide his smirk “That wasn’t what I meant and she knows it” Felix added “So Y/N swears politely as a result?” Jane asked, amusement clear in her voice and Demetri nodded smiling “Interesting little newborn” Alec smirked.

Demetri loved Y/N when she was his human friend as she introduced him to new things and he liked seeing her experience stuff for the first time; he also liked that he could protect her as she was breakable, but now that she was a newborn, he loved her even more as she wasn’t as fragile but she was still his Y/N, his friend. He enjoyed training with her especially after he decided to train her to take down her mate Felix just for fun; something she quickly agreed to, happy to have a distraction from the constant bloodlust. Demetri was the only male Felix would allow to touch and train with Y/N as he knew how much he cared for her and that she’d be safe with him.  

“Let’s show Felix what you have learnt over the past few weeks” Demetri smiled looking at Y/N, who nodded “Felix, would you mind?” She asked sweetly, giving him her best doe eyed look “Not at all, little one” Felix replied walking towards his mate ‘Poor bastard’ Demetri thought to himself, trying to hide his smile. Y/N was strong for a newborn and was looking forward to taking down the mountain of a man that was her mate. She ran at him jumping and wrapping both legs around his neck, his hands went straight to the base of her back, just above her ass as they hit the ground…hard. Y/N tried to roll away but Felix grabbed her leg but before he could do anything, she kicked out at him with her other foot, he cried out in pain as her foot connected with his neck. Y/N quickly got up and moved away from him a little, then kicked him with such force that he moved across the courtyard and flipped over onto his front. Y/N moved so fast, Demetri would have missed it had he been human, she stood on her mate’s back, one foot at the base of his neck, she grabbed his arms holding them upwards behind him, ready to pull them off. Felix growled low and Demetri watched as Y/N’s eyes turned black, a hiss broke past her lips as she pulled his arms further behind him “Y/N. Don’t” Demetri warned but it was too late, a cracking sound echoed through the courtyard as Y/N pulled both of Felix’s arms from his shoulders, Felix’s agonised cries seem to snap Y/N out of the newborn haze, Demetri wrapped his arms tightly around her torso “Drop them” He growled low and she did although she was thrashing about in the tracker’s arms trying to get free “What the hell Y/N?” Felix asked at the same time as Y/N asked “What have I done?” “You were supposed to take him down Y/N, subdue him but…you- you ripped his arms clean off” Demetri answered her and she stopped moving “Put me down” Demetri shook his head, his grip tightening slightly “PUT ME DOWN” She growled “Please” “It’s ok D, put her down” Felix said looking over his shoulder; Demetri released his hold and put her down. As soon as her feet touched the ground she ran to Felix, her knees beside his head. He looked up to see her eyes full of venom “I’m so sorry, really. It was supposed to be fun and I-I…” It’s ok Y/N. D can reattach them for me” “I’m so so sorry. Please don’t send me away Fe” Felix and Demetri both felt their undead hearts break “D. Hold her for me. Comfort her” Felix called out and Demetri didn’t hesitate he knelt beside her and took her into his arms “Sshh sshh. It’s ok. You’re ok sweetheart” He stroked her hair “I broke him” She sobbed into his chest “Only a bit but he’s a big boy. He'll survive” Demetri chuckled “Git” Felix said “Silver lining, Y/N you beat Felix in a fight and I, as your trainer am proud of you” Y/N chuckled “Thanks Dem. I guess I did win that one huh?” “Yes, you did little one” Felix said with a smile “Although, I’m beginning to rethink D training you.”

A wicked glint flashed through Y/N’s eyes as an idea popped into her head “I like training with Dem, he’s taught me a lot” She smiled at them, unwrapping Demetri’s arms from around her “Dem’s a very good teacher…he’s knowledgeable about a range of topics. I’d even go as far as saying he’s very experienced…” She trailed off, winking at them both before she took off running, laughing as she heard Felix growl “Felix. She’s teasing you. I only taught her how to fight…I promise” Demetri said to Felix looking worried “You gave me advice on how to…please him, remember Dem?” She said low in his ear, he hadn’t noticed she had ran in a circle and was now crouching behind him, Felix growled again “Demetri” “She asked for my advice…she was worried she couldn’t or wouldn’t be able to please you. I merely offered my friend some advice” Demetri shot her a glare and she giggled “Messing with you two is so much fun” She ran inside the castle laughing “Run Y/N” Demetri called out and took off after her, leaving Felix laying on the ground armless “Mates plus friends equals trouble” He said to low to himself.

The news of Y/N getting lost in the newborn haze and ripping her mate’s arms off travelled round the castle quickly after Santiago had discovered Felix outside and had offered to help him reattach them. The Kings found it rather amusing especially Caius “Feisty little newborn. I’m so proud” “He would be” Felix commented low and Alec snickered “I also heard Demetri gave your mate sex advice as part of her newborn training. I didn’t realise that was an option now. Maybe I should retake the newborn training class” Alec didn’t bother to hide the shit-eating grin on his face “Fuck off” Felix growled low “No please Felix?” Jane asked teasingly, Felix just growled deciding on ignoring the twins for a while.  

Once Felix’s shift finished he made his way back to his room and locked the door. He felt Y/N’s arms wrap around him from behind, gently taking her hands in his he turns around in her arms and leans down capturing her lips with his own, she sighed and he slipped his tongue into her mouth and gently fought her for dominance which she allowed. She stood up on her tip toes hands resting on his shirt covered chest; he bent his knees a little and his hands rested on the back her thighs and lifted her up in his arms, her legs wrapped around his waist “I want you little one” He softly whispered not wanting to ruin the moment “Really?” She asked taking her bottom lip between her teeth “Yes, little one. I would’ve taken you whilst you were human but we never got that close” He kissed her lips softly before placing her on the bed and knelt before her on the floor “Let me make you feel good…” He trailed off and she nodded at him causing him to smile at her. He ran his hands up her thighs moving her skirt up to reveal her lace panties and he placed a kiss to her lace covered centre before gently pushing her to lie down on the bed. He kept one hand on her stomach as he kissed her covered centre again before removing her panties and gently parting her thighs with his hands, placing his mouth over her clit and sucking and flicking the bundle of nerves. A breathless moan left her lips and he growled low, the sound vibrating against her and he gently slipped one finger inside her, moving it in and out of her a few times before adding a second finger “Ahh…Fe” He smiled against her and continued to suck and flick her clit with his tongue as his fingers moved within her bringing her closer to her release. He knew she was getting close as she writhed beneath him, he pressed his hand down a little harder on her stomach to keep her in place “Fe I’m so…” “Relax and cum for me baby” He purred low and pushed his fingers in a little deeper, hitting a new spot inside her, her walls clenching around his fingers and she came “Oh my god” She gripped the bedsheets and her head fell to the side as her eyes squeezed shut, “Oh” She moaned low as he kept sucking her clit as she came down from her high. He withdrew his fingers and placed them in his mouth tasting her before moving up the bed and whispering “You taste so good” He kissed her allowing her to taste herself on his tongue, he kissed along her jawline moving down to kiss just below her ear, she gasped as he rolled his hips against her. He continued to kiss her moving down her neck, gently sucking and nibling her skin.

“Felix” “Yes little one” “Make love to me…please” He didn’t answer her, instead he got off the bed and removed his clothes. He climbed back onto the bed hovering over her; pulling her up so he could remove her top and bra “So beautiful…and mine” He kissed her and laid her back down, quickly removing her skirt “Please Felix” She begged low and moved her hands up his chest over his shoulders and let her hands run down his back, nails lightly scratching his skin and he growled in her ear as he slipped into her easily; stilling for a few moments to allow her to adjust his long thick cock before he continued to ease into her until he was fully inside her, filling her completely. He stilled again loving how tight she felt around him “Move…Fe…please” She begged him low “So eager” He smiled against her skin as he pulled out of her slightly before slowly re-entering her “Ahh” She breathed out and her legs wrapped around him allowing him to slide in deeper “Felix” She cried out, lifting her hips a little to grind against him “Y/N” He growled her name, then his head dipped low to take a nipple into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue “Oh…god” Her back arched up into him and he purred before switching breasts, thumb and finger rolling the other nipple. His thrusts became faster and harder as he chased his own release and felt her walls clench around him “Oh Y/N” He called out as he came inside her; her feeling every twitch of his hard member as he continued to thrust within her, riding out their orgasms together “I love you Y/N” “I love you too Felix” He stayed buried inside her and held her in his arms for a moment before she rolled them over “Up for another round handsome” She purred in his ear and began moving her hips over his, a breathless moan leaving his lips and she smiled down at him “I have nowhere else to be little one” He replied enjoying seeing his mate on top of him. She continued to move her hips over his as her fingers lightly scratched his chest, her head rolled back and her mouth open “Ahh” Felix’s hands moved up her thighs towards her hips, gently holding her as she lifted almost completely off of him before lowering herself back down “Fuck” They both cried out together “You feel so good inside me Fe” He thrusted up into her and she grinded against him “That’s because we were made to be together” She moved her hips over his faster, grinding against him each time, chasing her release, his hands moved and cupped her breasts squeezing lightly, thumbs brushing her nipples “FELIX!” She screamed his name as she came hard around him “Y/N” Her name leaving his lips as he came inside her “Don’t stop Fe, please it feels so good” She rolled her hips against his riding out their highs together. He rolled them over so she was beneath him again “I think you can give me one more baby” That was the only warning she got before he pulled out of her until only the tip of his cock was inside her, then he slammed back into her taking her rough and fast “OH GOD YES!!!” She cried out and wrapped her legs around him, pulling him closer to her. Felix continued his rough, fast movements within her, his fingers moving down between them to play with her sensitive clit “FELIX” “Y/N” They came together “God I love you Felix” “I love you too.” Someone banged on the adjoining bedroom wall “Take a break Fe...I counted four orgasms” Demetri’s voice sounded through the wall. They chuckled “I think you were a little loud little one” Felix smirked “So were you” She replied smiling. They showered quickly and once they were clean they laid back down on the bed and he held her in his arms “Just like when you were human” She hummed in agreement before kissing him “Goodnight Fe” She said playfully and snuggled into him.

A few days later Felix was guard duty but was asked to guard the door to Aro’s study as he didn’t wish to be disturbed. The corridor was quiet and Felix was a little bored until Demetri came and joined him for a bit “What are you doing here Fe?” He asked low “Aro doesn’t wish to be disturbed so he has asked that I guard the door to his study” Felix replied “Mind if I join you for abit?” “Not at all D. It’s a bit boring standing here on my own” He replied low. A little while later Y/N appeared wearing an outfit Felix wished she wasn’t, seeing as he was on duty “Ahh, my two favourite vamps” She greeted with a smile “Y/N” They said at the same time “What are you doing here little one?” “I’m bored Feee” She dragged out his name as she ran her fingers up and down the front of his jacket, her head resting on his chest “Why don’t you go to the library and do some reading?” Felix offered “I don’t want to read a book…” She trailed off, he fingers still moving up and down his jacket “How about you spend some time with Chelsea?” Demetri suggested “She’s busy…with Matt” Y/N replied, her hand moving lower down his jacket “There must be something you want do little one, whilst I’m working.” Demetri smirked as Y/N bent over in front of Felix showing a little of the blue lace panties she was wearing “Oops” She said as she bent down to pick up ‘something’ up, Felix and Demetri didn’t see what though. Y/N smoothed her skirt down once she stood back up, she even adjusted her top ensuring Felix got an eye full of cleavage, Demetri also got a look as he was standing beside his friend and couldn’t help feeling a little aroused ‘she’s my friend’ he reminded himself trying to cool down “I’ll see you later Fe, Y/N” “Wonder why he left in a hurry” Y/N purred in her mate’s ear as she cupped his crotch, Felix growled low “I think you know why little one” Y/N giggled and looked up at him through her lashes trying to look innocent; he groaned and captured her lips in a kiss “Go and wait in our room…I’ll deal with you later” “Ok” She replied smiling and walked away leaving her mate standing outside Aro’s office clearly aroused.

“Did it work?” Jane asked “Go take a look” Y/N replied with a smirk looking over her shoulder, Alec walked off to see if Y/N accomplished the bet ‘to try and turn on Felix whilst on duty.’ “Dem left rather quickly” She added with chuckle. Alec returned and handed her €10, “Damn” Jane growled as she handed over the money too. “Thank you” Y/N replied. The trio made their way to the library and got comfortable, reading for the afternoon.

Later that evening Felix returned to their room to find Y/N waiting for him on their bed wearing the green lace lingerie set he bought her after her first ‘tour’ feeding. He quickly removed his clothes, leaving his boxers on and made his way to the bed and captured her lips with his “Don’t move” He ran into his closet and returned with a few ties “Arms up” He said smiling and she did as he asked, watching as he tied her wrists to the bedframe “You don’t get to touch me tonight little one” He winked at her before he carefully removed her bra and panties and settled himself between her thighs. He looked up at her and she noticed his usual ruby eyes were now nearly black “I’m hungry” He growled low and buried his face in her heat; sucking harshly on her clit as he pushed two fingers into her, thrusting them in and out of her, being a little rough “Oh god” She cried out and began to writhe beneath him, he removed his fingers and whimpered at the loss only for him to slip his tongue deep inside her, his fingers roughly pinching and rubbing her clit. Her head rolled back “Felix” She came hard and he purred against her core, sending vibrations through her body, before she had time to recover from her first orgasm of the night, he removed his boxers and slid inside her with one quick thrust filling her deeply “You’re so tight, little one” He buried his face into her neck sucking and nibbling on her skin there as he pounded into her hard and fast “YES! YES!” She screamed, he smiled knowing only he could please her this way. “Y/N” He called out as he came inside her, her walls clenching around him as she came for the second time that evening. He untied her wrists, placing a kiss to each one “I love you Y/N” “I love you too.”

Despite the polite request from Demetri for them to ‘keep the noise down’ they screamed out in pleasure another four times before Jane knocked on their door and threatened to pain drop Felix’s ass, insisting they take a break or find a way to be quiet. “Thank you Jane” Demetri said loudly enough for them to hear “They were so loud even I could hear them” She replied “You’re just jealous because you two aren’t getting any” Felix called back in response “Play nice Felix” Y/N purred before wrapping her lips around Felix’s still hard cock “You will be the death of me Y/N” She purred in response “Remember you need to need to be quiet Fe” She winked at him before taking him into her mouth again, the tip of him hitting the back of her throat, teeth grazing his length, her hands sliding up and down, what she couldn’t take orally; her hands moving in time with her mouth. He muffled his cries of ecstasy with a pillow as he emptied himself down her throat, her swallowing everything he gave her “Such a good boy” She purred kissing him, he could taste himself on her tongue and he deepened the kiss, holding her tight in his arms.

[littlx-songbxrd]

Chain of Iron:Death theory

As the awaited release date for Chain of Iron approaches and the fandom decends into pure madness, I want to put in my last two cents of overthinking before I stop having coherent thoughts

So we all know this is a second book, and second books bring the absolute pain in the shadowhunter chronicles. There is likely going to be a death from the mains considering the theme of this book, and I am here to throw my theory and reasons as to who I think it might be. Im here to sadly theorize about why I think Christopher Lightwood might not make it past the last hours

1. Tatianas revenge

Right now, Tatiana wants revenge after all our main families: the carstairs, herondales, fairchilds and both branches of the lightwoods. For the lightwood-collins theres barbaras death. For the herondales her daughter has been manipulating their son for over 6 years. Theres a theory that the fairy poison Mathew bought that caused Charlottes misscarriage could be traced back to her. And there are other theories that Elias dissaperance between chog and choi could have something to do with Belial. As of right now the only family who is yet to recieve any permanent damage or tragedy are the lightwood-herondales. Which is really ironic considering its the only family that has two bloodlines Tatiana wants to harm. Not only that, but theyre also the children of who Tatiana blames directly for her fathers death, Gabriel. It seems fishy to me there hasn't been any permanent damage in their family, and I dont think that is gonna last for long

2. The family tree

The family tree states that Grace Cartwright (Aka Grace Blackthorn) marries Christopher Lightwood and theyre the ones who continue the line that leads to Alec and Isabelle. Now Cassandra has said varius times the family tree can be misleading, and I am a firm believer this is one of the misleading ends. Why this lie was created, I'm not sure, but lets analize some things. As of right now there are 5 lightwood children. At least 3 of them can pass down the lightwood name. Of those three, if we take into account that Thomas may not have kids due to being gay, that still leaves two branches of lightwood kids that may continue on. As of present time we only have word of one line, Alec and Isabelles. And Robert isnt said to have any cousins, theres no mention in the future of another lightwood line. So the idea that both Alexander and Christopher have kids is pretty unbelivable considering theres only one lightwood line in the future. Unless Alexander goes on to have only girls and Christopher has only one boy, it seems more likely the family tree is wrong. Isabelle and Alec are confirmed as of the bane chronicles to be decendants of Gabriel lightwood (Isabelle makes a reference to looking up her great great grandfather Gabriel Lightwood and telling magnus he was hot in the last story of the book)

So its already confirmed they're a) the last decendants of the lightwood line and b) that line stems from Gabriel. If we based ourselves solely on the family tree and Christopher being the one carrying the line, that would have been believable enough not to raise any red flags. Christopher IS the son of Grabriel Lightwood, able bodied and seems to have a general attraction to women (I mean, we all know hes aro/ace but lets stick with canon). There isnt anything pointing to him not being able to marry and have kids. Where the red flags raise for me is with Alexander

Alexander wasnt in the original plans for the family tree, he was added when Cassie started writting the last hours. If you take into account his role in chog, there really was no reason to add Alexander Lightwood. He doesnt seem to do anything, hes a 3 year old kid, you can very well delete him from the narrative and nothing would change. So why did Cassandra add him?? Why did she decide to make Cecily and Gabriel have another kid ?

To me, it seems a lot like the baby carstairs situation . The family tree says Alastair carries the carstairs line, Alastair is a gay man so he cant have biological kids, theres another unplaned baby to carry the line. It seems to me Christopher carrying the lightwood line is a lie, and Alexanders role is to carry it in his place. I even found a little info from an ask wayy before chain of gold came out where it said Alexander had green eyes, but in the book she changed it to blue eyes. The exact same shade the modern day lightwoods seem to have. A trait hes more likely to pass down than his lavender eyed brother who supposedly "marries" grey eyed grace

3. Character Arc

Characters in literature need goals, things to work for or work towards through the story in order for them to develop. We call those things character arcs, and it seems we have all ignored how christophers may have indirectly ended. If you read his short story, or just overall analize his character, his main goal is simple. He wants to create something that will help the nephlim through science. His personal character arc is that he wants to prove himself and his skill to the clave using his passion to be a hero.

An arc that could have been expanded all through the series, and ended with him using his skills in the end to defeat belial in some way, proving his passions worth. Through the story we could have had a glimpse at his struggles, how he was put down, the failed attempts, fustrations etc. This all could have rounded christopher as a character, and brought more satisfaction to the end goal of his arc which is proving the value of his science. But instead, his arc in book seemingly already ended? Because he did it, he figured out a way to combine science with his duty and saved the entire enclave from the demon poison. He is now acclaimed a hero for his skills. All the other characters have things to finish going into chain of iron, Christopher doesnt. Why would she end an arc that could have taken through the entire series in just one book? Christopher is the only secondary character with a defined personality and a lack of arc to look foward too in following books. This could all point that his arc was rushed because it was being cut short

4. Lightwood blood

There has been a lot of theories going around about Thomas being the one who gets killed in this book, which is resonable considering the unerving amount of forehsadowing we've had to him getting himself caught up in something. But I raise you this, why would CC be giving us so much assurance that Thomas was going to get hurt if she was going to kill him? Not only would she be reaveling one of her most devastating murders, she would basically be spoiling a very big part of her own book. Thomas death would affect everyone, if she WERE to kill him she wouldnt be indulging us in our Thomas death theory as much as she has. Itd be too expectable, I actually believe that by giving us all the info she has she has more or less confirmed he wont die.

I believe this is all a decoy. Shes giving us foreshadowing towards something bad happening to Thomas, to cover up the very big reality shes planning to kill someone else. Theres a very big chance that for the resurection, theyre gonna need Jesses families blood. Same way Malcom needed blackthorn blood to raise Annabel. As of rightnow there arent any blackthorns (by blood) left alive, the only blood relatives Jesse still had are the lightwoods. So we already know Thomas gets captured by the murderer (referenece to the art), but it is most likely he gets rescued. People speculate he most likely got captured for the resurection Tatianas trying to do, because of his lightwood blood. But if Thomas escapes, Tatiana still needs her families blood. And I'd like to point out this is also where the fact she hasnt taken permanent revenge on the lightwood-herondales would come in. Theres a good chance that if the murders are releated to her, and she cant have Thomas, she wont stop at just Thomas.

5. Story relevance

In all sense of story, Christopher is the perfect candidate to kill. As hard as that is to say: he's a secondary character, who has a well defined personality, loved enough by the fans that there would certainly be a shock factor following his death, important enough to the story that there would be a big impact to the narrative, and interwined enough with the main characters to cause emotional distress in the story. His arc is indirectly done, this author has a history of killing lightwoods, there isnt much to discourage the possibility he might be killed besides the faulty family tree. And as I said, that tree has been stated multiple times to be misleading

Bonus prove

6. Christophers cut-out

Same way were analizing the hell out of a broken spear, why are we not talking about the skull on christophers?

(Sorry couldnt get better quality pics)

The truth is, I hate this theory as much as everyone, Im genuinly hoping chain of iron proves me wrong. But there are 5 deaths comming, and not all of them can be side characters. Cordelia Lucie and James all have main character protection. I already explained why Thomas dying is unlikely. Anna, Ariadne and Alastair have gay protection (and I think some asks about Alastair dying were pretty much answered with a discreet no)

If there are mains dying, Christophers the most likely to go

[disappearinginq]

10 fandoms, 10 characters, 10 tags

Tagged by @dragonnan​, like a week ago and only just now remembering this was a thing I didn’t do. Whooopsy...

So I didn’t see the rules but based on observation it looks like selecting 10 characters from 10 different fandoms and I think posting gifs is optional. 

1. Thomas Magnum , as played by Jay Hernandez. Because just look at this face. Also, while the canon of the show largely avoid mentioning it, this is the first veteran character I actually associate with. 

2. Steven Crain, from Haunting of Hill House as played by Michiel Huisman. One, Michiel Huisman. Two, because I can appreciate where his character comes from: that “everyone leans on me for everything but sometimes, I really want to push back but it always comes back to ‘haunt’ me in the worst way” is something that I’ve had serious issues with in the past. The struggle to want to love his drug addict brother unconditionally, but getting tired of the numerous times he lies to and steals from him; to want to connect with his family but there’s so much bad blood between them it might as well be an ocean. Also, coming from a family where mental illness doesn’t run, it wanders around, getting to know each of us on a personal level, his insistence that they need therapy, not Ghostbusters, is an argument I have legitimately had with relatives. 

3. Rip Wheeler, from Yellowstone, as played by Cole Hauser. Complicated, and just so fucking done with everything and everyone, but still is nice to his animals. 

4. Dean Winchester, from Supernatural, as played by Jensen Ackles. I have loved this character since this scene, and the relationship between Sam and Dean might as well be my sister and I - I watched the first 20 minutes, called my sister up and was like “THEY FINALLY MADE A SHOW ABOUT SIBLINGS WE CAN RELATE TO”. 

5. Alec Ramsey, from Black Stallion, as played by Kelly Reno. Because I wanted to be abandoned on an island with a horse in the Mediterranean Sea. 

6. Tony Stark, from MCU, as played by  Robert Downey Jr. One of the few characters to accurately portray CPTSD and how it changes your brain chemistry to the point that logic is no longer a concept you can understand, reacting on emotion, even when the choices you’re making are fundamentally terrible. 

7. Malcolm Bright, from Prodigal Son, as played by Tom Payne. One, embraces therapy. Is very open about the fact that he is wildly dependent on not only therapy, but serious medication. Two, one of the few characters where you can understand what it means to love someone and hate them at the same time. 

8. Jack O’Neil, from Stargate: SG-1, as played by Richard Dean Anderson. I joined the military because of this man. 

9. Sam Beckett and Al Calavicci, because they are in fact two halves of a whole idiot. Sam Beckett is one of those fundamentally GOOD guys. He’s big on consent, far reaching consequences of actions, and genuinely wants to help everyone he meets. Also, a wonderfully tragic character, he does good for everyone else except himself. Al - A total cad, but somehow, one of the most appreciative men in TV concerning women. He just loves women - everything about them. And the story about his first wife? Being a prisoner and presumed dead for years in a Vietnamese POW camp? His sister being taken away and put in an institution for having Downs? My precious baby. I love him, and his friendship with Sam. 

10. Tristan Farnon, from All Creatures Great and Small (2021 edition), played by Callum Woodhouse. Tristan is new, but I would kill for him. He’s so weird, and my sense of humor, but also again - one of those genuinely good guys, who has a very low opinion of himself, but admits that he’s just really good at playing a part. Besides. Just look at this doof. 

tagging: @waitingforthestarstofall​, @get-whumped​, @beguilewritesstuff​, @amandagaelic​, @buckky​, @21forestglades​, @itsjustdg​, @brambleberrycottage​, @aliathewriter​, and anyone else who wants to play as my 10th tag. Consider this yours. 

[daughterofadeadman]

Double Sided

Pairings: Alec x Stiles

Warnings: Drinking, fluff

Description: The one where Lydia drags Stiles to a party and he runs into Alec, literally. College AU

Word count: 1468

"Whose party is this anyways?" Stiles asked clambering out of the car. It's not like he actually cared, he was just trying to delay the inevitable.

"Lightwood, you don't know him. He's totally your type though, tall with black hair and brooding basically a young Derek Hale by all standards. Now if you're ready we can go in." Lydia said making a show of throwing her hair over her shoulder.

"That is not my type. I'm more of a strawberry blond type of guy if you know what I mean." He said completely ignoring the comment about his stalling.

Lydia scuffed at his words, "You haven't been a strawberry blond type of guy since sophomore year. Now shut up and come and party with me."

Stiles sighed but gave in while slightly trudging through the neatly cut grass. It wasn't that Stiles didn't like to go to parties, he had lost his virginity thanks to one Junior year, it was just that he wasn't in the mood to be dumped. Lydia always left him when they went to parties together, merely because they attracted different crowds, and it always put a damper on Stiles night. Tonight would be no exception and he knew better then to think it would be.

The music vibrated through Stiles body like an electric shock the closer they got to the house. The two had to park down the road because of the excess of party goer's vehicles lining the street on both sides. "This guy most be known for throwing some great parties." Stiles thought looking at the number of people dancing on the lawn which was already littered in plastic cups.

Once Lydia and Stiles breached the threshold of the house red solo cups were thrusted into their hands. "Cheers." Lydia said tapping her cup to Stiles before downing half the cup.

"Cheers." Stiles replied taking a small sip. A look of disgust painted his features once the substance hit his taste buds. "Gross."

A laugh escaped Lydia's lips as she pulled Stiles to the dance floor. "Come on let loose." She yelled over the pounding of the base. Taking another gulp of her drink she began to dance to the music's beat. Stiles rolled his eyes but did as his bestfriend demanded.

Within a few minutes Stiles had finished his drink without throwing up. He did not enjoy beer, he was more of a whiskey guy like his father. If he was going to be honest he thought it was more enjoyable watching everyone get drunk then it was getting drunk, but he was doing this for Lydia.

The sassy girl had it set in her mind that Stiles needed a night out, and he wasn't going to take that away from her, not just yet. It wasn't until they both began dancing with other people that he slipped away to the kitchen.

The kitchen was really only separated from the dining room by a bar, which was covered in crushed or fallen cups. The great oak table was being used for beer pong and the counter held a couple being a little too intimate for Stiles liking. Rolling his eyes, he headed to the back of the kitchen hoping to find somewhere to sit down and wait out Lydia. Making his way through couples making out in the hallway he found himself in a smaller sitting room.

What he wasn't expecting was for a tall, dark, and handsome guy to bump into him on his way to the couch.

"Hey watch where you're-" The guy said before cutting himself off. His eye's met Stiles and a smile graced his face. A tattoo poked out from beneath his black tee shirt causing Stiles to wonder what it was.

"I haven't seen you at one of these before. I'm Alec by the way." He said before sticking his hand out, a red cup in the other. The smell of alcohol hit Stiles in the nose as he gripped the other boys hand.

"Stiles."

"Stiles." Alec repeated as if tasting his name. "That's different."

Stiles nodded as he watched the other boy bring the cup to his lips for a drink.

"Yeah it's a nickname." Stiles replied, eyes still glued to the plump lips in front of him.

"Stiles." He said again. "I like it."

"I'm glad that I have your approval." Stile sassed before he could stop himself.

Taking a deep breath to calm his nerves, he raked his fingers through his hair. Why was he being so rude in such a short amount of time? It must be a new record, even for Stiles.

Alec on the other hand smiled even wider. "Who is this Stiles kid?" He wondered taking another sip of his drink.

The two stood for a few seconds longer before either of them spoke up. "How are you enjoying the party?" Alec asked.

The pounding of the next songs base kicked in just as Stiles was about to speak. If he was going to be honest, he hated parties. They were just filled with drunk teenagers who would probably get themselves killed by the end of the night. He only came tonight because he cared about Lydia's opinion, and because he was ignoring one very grumpy twenty-five-year-old.

"I'm not." Stiles said before explaining how he felt leaving out the bit about Derek Hale. "I feel bad for the guy that through this party though. Even though I'm not enjoying it I wouldn't want to be him. People are totally trashing his house and I even think someone puked in the drive way. If I can find the guy I might even offer to help clean up after words if he isn't to trashed himself."

"Someone puked in the drive way?" Alec asked his voice taking on a strange note to which Stiles nodded.

"It's kinda gnarly."

"Oh god." Alec moaned wiping a hand down his face.

"Yeah like I said wouldn't want to be that guy." Stiles noticed the way Alec shot him a glare before shaking his head and smiling again.

"Yeah, me neither."

The pair began to talk about everything and anything in between, no topic was off limits. Stiles told him about how his mom past a few years back and how his dad was the Sheriff of a few towns over. They talked about Lydia, and how she is honestly so hot but terrifying at the same time. Alec told Stiles about his little brother Max passing away last year and his adoptive brother Jace who was totally around here somewhere. They talked about Izzy and how she got all the hot genes, something that Stiles wouldn't believe until he saw proof, and about how Alec's parents were off on business quite a bit. They even somehow started talking about Derek Hale and how he and Stiles were no longer a thing, part of the reason Stiles was forced out tonight.

"It's alright. Uh Magnus Bane, do you know him?" With a dismissive shake of the head Alec continued. "Well we were sort of a thing to so I know what you mean when you say you needed to get out."

The pair didn't stop there.

"What do you mean you have never seen Star Wars? It's like a national treasure! It's more important to this county then the next president. No this can't stand, next Friday you are making popcorn and I am coming to your house with the best movies seriously ever and were watching them."

"Stiles you've never had tres leche cake? That's insane, I'll have to make you some. Izzy absolutely loves it I swear it's great."

"Alec no you can't think that Bateman stands a chance against Superman. No, this totally makes you less hot, stop."

"Stiles, Stiles slow down I can hardly understand you."

"Pepsi is so much better than coke shut up."

The night was still long, and Stiles no longer regretted coming to this totally trash party because of Alec. The boys had positioned themselves against a wall, seeing as the couch was occupied. Stiles repeatedly pushed himself from the wall to emphasis his ever-changing points and Alec regarded his spastic actions with a smile. The two were content in their little bubble until Lydia popped it.

"Stiles there you are!" Lydia yelled over the music grabbing Stiles by the wrist. "I lost you forever ago, but I see you've been in good hands. Nice party by the way Alec."

"Nice party?"

A nervous chuckle escaped Alec's lips. "If I remember correctly you said you'd help clean up?"