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Whisker me away - Part 3: He's got cattitude
A heartfelt sigh escaped the Shadowhunter at the feeling of warm water almost cascading down on him. He held his face right into the shower jet, before turning and allowing his back to enjoy the same treatment. He finally felt human again, after all the blood and ichor had been washed away. Alec ran his hands through his hair, forcing it back and out of his face. Only then he dared to open his eyes. He wasn’t particularly fond of getting soapy water into his eyes. He had to endure enough pain in his line of work as it is.
“Meow!”
If today was your last day - Part 3: Family Drama
A groan escaped Alec’s lips. He was lying on the hard and dirty ground. It had been a hard impact, a very hard one.
Another groan, this time from the man on top of him, made Alexander realize that he was not the only one being sent flying. Luckily they had not been sent into one of the dwellings that would have hurt the poor people probably much more than them.
“Are you alright?” The Shadowhunter groaned and with more effort than should be necessary, he lifted an arm to put it around the slender body on his.
“You know... I always dreamt of sweeping you from your feet like that,” joked Magnus, “and to have you under me like this... if we were somewhere else now...”
Whisker me away - Part 2: You’ve got purr-sonality
“You know that Mum and Dad are not going to let you keep him, right?” Izzy hated being the deliverer of bad news, but somebody had to do it. She just wanted to warn her big brother, especially before he got too attached to the furry companion that still rested in the large male’s arms. The cat actually seemed to like his current position, if its purring was any indication that is. Izzy couldn’t blame the animal. Who wouldn’t want to be held in a strong and protective hold, especially while being injured?
“I figured as much... but what they don’t know, won’t hurt them,” there was a slight grin on the corner of his mouth. One that Izzy hadn’t seen in quite a while. Actually, she couldn’t remember the last time that she had seen Alec actually smile.
Whisker me away Part 1: You've got to be kitten me
It had been another dreadfully long and exhausting night for the three Shadowhunters. Even though Jace, the only blonde one, kept playing it cool, his siblings knew that he was just as tired and exhausted as they were. It wasn’t like they found a nest of lesser demons every day. It hadn’t helped that their backup didn’t arrive until they had been spotted and engaged in combat. Isabelle, the only female in the group, shuddered at the feeling of the ichor on her body. But what made matters even worse: her new clothes had been ruined. It was highly unlikely that all that mess would get off with a simple wash. She feared that only burning the clothes would do the trick. What a shame, she looked actually really cute in them.
Isabelle took a look at her stoic and silent older brother. While Jace was still blubbering about a cute red haired boy he had seen the other day at some club, Alec seemed to be deep in thoughts. He was more the silent and brooding type, but the last few days he had been even more on edge than usual. She could tell and she knew Jace, as Alec’s parabatai, could tell as well, but they both hadn’t been successful in getting the bow wielding Shadowhunter to talk. Alec was an enigma and one thing was for certain, if he didn’t want to talk about something, then he wouldn’t. He would only open up, once he was sure and ready for it. It made Isabelle’s heart ache for his older brother. How often had he been the shoulder to lean on for the both of them, how often had he kept them out of trouble, took the blame himself and protected them? Countless of times! But now... Jace and she could only watch and wait, instead of helping him. It was a truly terrible feeling, to be this helpless.
If today was your last day
Part 2: Revelations
The odd pair had kept walking, following the little reddish sparks that came from Magnus’ hands, showing them the way to their goal. Since he didn’t know what their goal was, Alec had started looking around, taking in everything and everyone who looked even remotely suspicious. Who knew, it might come in handy eventually.
“I think we are here”, mumbled the dark haired warlock, as he finally stopped before one of the poorly build houses. Alec took a closer look. Somehow, it didn’t seem much different to the other dwellings around them. Granted, this one had a door and even windows, even though those were covered up from the inside. “No... I know we are,” Magnus corrected himself, while his hazel eyes looked over the house as well.
“Care to tell me more know?” he tried to sound as lighthearted and calm as possible, while in reality, he was anything but. The Shadowhunter was on edge. He didn’t like not knowing what was going on. It made him feel unprepared, vulnerable even. Despite Magnus’ steady presence at his side, he felt uneasy about this whole situation.
If today was your last day
Part 1: Jakarta
„So… could you please tell me again, why exactly we are here?“ Alexander Gideon Lightwood was usually not somebody, who quickly felt uneasy. But right now… he was.
He was barely able to follow his husband, who appeared to be frantically searching for something. Alec wasn’t sure what this was about. In fact, he had believed that his partner and he could finally – after days of work, cleaning up the chaos in New York and duties as head of the institute or in Magnus case, being the High Warlock of Brooklyn – spend some quality time together. He had imagined them cooking something together, eating on the balcony of Magnus’ loft and afterwards some cuddling on the couch while watching one of the many movies that Magnus just seemed to adore. And of course, he had imagined them kissing. A lot.
But sadly, his imagination was just that, imagined. The reality was quite different.
As soon as the raven-haired Shadowhunter hat entered the apartment, his husband had been all over him, sadly not in the preferred way. Alec could feel his cheeks redden after this particular thought.
Pet Names
Alec yawned. He couldn't help himself. He was just tired after another long and stressful day at the institute. Sometimes he regretted taking on the position as the head of the New Yorker institute... sometimes. Today, was one of those days. Alec sighed and let his eyes wander over many stacks of papers that were sitting on his desk, waiting for him, to sort through them. All this paperwork was killing him. He would rather be outside, with his family... he knew from the reports that Jaze was his usual troublemaker self, Izzy was Izzy and Clary was getting better with every other day.
He sighed and put away the pen he was holding in order to massage the back of his nose. His neck was starting to hurt and his behind... well, he still wasn't used to all the sitting. With another sigh, he fished for his phone that had previously been resting dangerously near the edge of his overflowing desk. It was probably more luck than anything else that the device had not been thrown onto the ground by now. He really should be less chaotic.
Alec blinked a little against the bright light of the display. It was late, quite late. Yet surprisingly, there was no new message awaiting for him. A part of him felt... sad. Yes, sad was a good word for it. Sad and disappointed. He had hoped for... for what exactly? A good night from Magnus? Well, yes. Everything from his fiance would have been better than this depressing nothingnes. What. A. Great. Day...
Captain Edward Teague was not a man of many words. If the need arise, he spoke his mind and told countless fools off. He knew his way with words. But right now, his mind was empty. No words were coming to his mind, let alone out of his mouth.
There she was, the love of his life... The woman he adored and he would both kill and die for. Her dark eyes were fixated on him, mustering him, looking for any clue about his thoughts. But Edward's thoughts were empty, simple as that.
Once again did his eyes wander over the... not particularly well covered form of his beloved. She came from a tribe from a jungle island that he has found per pure luck... Or maybe it was fate? Who could tell? He most certainly not.
Hey guys!
Hey, I know it’s been a while. And even though I HAVE been ill longer than expected, real life also got in the way.
And now to the really bad news... I thought long and hard about it, I really did. And it pains and saddens me to say this, because I have met amazing people here and it was a lot of fun, but I decided to distance myself from Tumblr again.
It’s just, I’ve started schooling and I don’t have the time to post daily and regularly anymore. That and I am kind of slipping away from the Star Wars fandom. Don’t know why, but for now, I just lost the interest and spirit to do it. I kinda moved to something else for now, but most (if not all) of you can’t/ won’t follow me there, because its a German project and not really popular...
I might upload new chapters that I write for ao3, BUT even this won’t be on a regular basis and yeah...
I won’t delete the blog and perhaps I might return one day, but for now, I just don’t have the time anymore to do it properly. Again, I am terrible sorry and I feel really bad too...
I will most likely post the list of all the prompts I still have open and there might be future updates for a few of them (I posted some of the prompts and posts on Ao3), but of course I can’t promise anything.
It was a great time and I would like to thank you all for sticking with me and for your lovely replies and likes and whatever else you threw at me. It really meant a lot. So, thanks, you are all amazing! :-*
Yours truly,
(a really sad) Inkognito :’(
Break
Hey guys!
I have to take a break from Tumblr for a few days, due to my illness.
I am going to spare you the details, just saying it is not pleasant.
I hope you all understand.
Yours truly,
(the very ill) Inkognito
Important
Hey guys, I hope you are all doing fine.
I for one, am not. I've gotten ill (again... 😷🤒) and all I want to do, is to cuddle with my blanket and sleep. And as much as I hate to break it to you, there will definitely be no post at 6pm today. I don't know about the 11am post, I will have to wait and see how I am feeling tomorrow...
Stay healthy, you all! 😘
Yours truly,
Inkognito
P.s. I am terrible sorry! :(
Soulmate AU...when Qui takes Ani as padawan the padawan bond with Obi that was hiding their pairbind breaks....
“Then I will take Anakin Skywalker as my Padawan learner.” Those words would haunt Obi-Wan Kenobi for the rest of his life, just like what happened right after.
As soon as those few words had left Qui-Gon Jinn’s mouth, the Master-Padawan bond was completely shut down from his side. What followed, was pure agony. The pain of the breaking Padawan bond, still bearable for the redhead, who had already experienced torture and pain in his relatively short life. But then, the pairbond that he had hidden so well these past few years, broke as well.
It was then that agonizing pain ran through every fiver of the Padawan’s body. It was so strong that it blinded him for the moment. He was barely aware of sinking to his knees in the middle of the whole Council AND his Master… his former Master and apparently, his former soulmate.
When the pain had somehow ebbed down, Obi-Wan was able to open his eyes again and to focus on his body. It felt… strange, detached and if an important part of him went missing. Then again, he HAD just lost the second half of his soul.
“What in the name of the Force was this?” demanded Qui-Gon to know.
Obi-Wan looked up at the man, but his midnight blue eyes were fixed on Yoda, who in turn, had just closed his eyes.
“Know, you do not?” asked the green troll.
“I wouldn’t be asking, if I did.” He too, looked a little worse for wear, but he was not as effected as Obi-Wan.
“Easy,” whispered a deep and worried voice right into the ginger haired Padawan’s ear. Obi-Wan had to tilt his head back to see, whom he was resting against. To his surprise, it was Mace Windu of all people.
“Broken the bond with your Padawan, you have,” continued Yoda.
“Yes, but the breaking of the Padawan bond should not have effected him this much.”
Obi-Wan was distantly aware that Anakin had fled to the far end of the Council chamber. There was fear and worry in his eyes, yet nobody seemed to notice. So the redhead struggled to sit up and he slightly gestured the blonde to come, which Anakin immediately did. The boy literally clung to him, apparently all boundaries were forgotten. Obi-Wan felt Mace Windu’s eyes on his back, but he ignored them in favor of Anakin, who needed him more now.
“Talking about a Padawan bond, I am not.”
“There was no other bond,” said Qui-Gon, but Yoda just shook his head. He looked truly disappointed.
“I cannot believe that you are so blind,” Mace Windu had risen to his feet and glared darkly at the taller male who stood not far from him. “You have the luck to find your soulmate and yet…” he did not finish the sentence.
“My… soulmate?” Qui-Gon replied dumbly. A thoughtful look appeared on his features, but then, sudden realization hit him and his eyes went wide, before they moved to Obi-Wan, who still held the trembling boy in his arms. “But…”
“I suggest that we bring Padawan Kenobi to a healer. Who knows, what damage has been done,” said the Korun Master.
Only now did the long haired Jedi Master realize that his Padawan was acting… strange. He still seemed compassionate and caring, but he was more… distant.
“That would be best,” agreed Plo Koon. “And Master Jinn will have to remain here for a few… questions.” His tone was cold, something that was unusual for the Kel’Dor.
All that Qui-Gon could do, for he was too stunned to really do anything, was to watch how the ginger haired male was escorted from the Council chamber, with Anakin hot on his heels and holding his hand. Then, he turned his attention back to Yoda…
In the dooku is a fanboy verse can we have him be insanely loyal to jocasta and her finding it originally frustrating to her but she slowly starts to develop feelings for him.
Just one thing, does anyone have any idea on a cool Supervillain name for Jocasta (and a possible supervillain ability)??
“I..It’s alright…” he coughed out, blood was escaping his mouth and running down his chin.
“No, no. It isn’t.” Jocasta was aware that her voice was panicked, hell SHE was panicking. For all his annoying tendencies, his snooping in her documents and his interest in her gadgets and tools, he had been the only one she had always been able to count on. Even after he had realized that she had indeed not been a superhero, but the complete opposite - this had truly been an awkward chat that they had held one day, while they had waited for their transportation vehicle to arrive - Yan had not abandoned her.
“Jo…” he coughed again, worse this time.
“Why did you do this?” But she already knew the answer to that question and from the smirk he sent her, her was aware that she knew. “You shouldn’t have…”
“I… needed… to,” speaking was beginning to get harder, not that the female villain was surprised. After all, the bullet had seemed to have hit his lung. It would certainly explain his difficulty in breathing.
The sound of sirens started in the distance and Jocasta allowed herself to get distracted for the briefest of moments. Here she was, in her supervillain dress and after a terrible confrontation with another villain - which in turn had lured superheroes and the police to the docks - kneeling on the dirty and wet ground, with Yan resting partly on her lap, dying a terrible and slow death. She silently cursed.
“Do you hear that Yan? Help is arriving.” She turned back to the man, whose eyes were fixed on only her and to her surprise, there was nothing but adoration and love in them.
“I’m… glad… I caught the… the bullet,” he grinned, showing his bloody teeth. Not only had he fought by her side, but he had protected her and it might even cost him his own life.
“I am not,” she replied. The sirens grew louder. If she remained here, she would undoubtedly land in prison, but there was no way that she would leave her partner in crime alone, not now, when he was this close to death.
She would lie if she were to say that she had always thought this way of the older man. In fact, she had found him annoying and a pest in the beginning, but despite everything, Yan had stayed close and loyal to her and eventually, something like friendship had evolved. And the friendship had eventually turned into more on Jocasta’s part, though the female villain was not sure, what exactly it was that she was feeling.
“No Yan!” she cried in panic, as he closed his eyes. “You have to stay awake, do you hear me? Stay awake… that’s an order.”
“Yes… boss.” He struggled, but eventually his blue eyes opened. They were fill of pain.
It was in this moment that the police and rescuers arrived and it was also in this moment, that the sky opened and rain started to fall in masses to the ground…
Can we have more of the demoness tahl au with her deciding to reunite her entirely adopted family composed of quigon’s line wether by force or their free will for a family dinner. Feemor finds tahl to be very nice due to her hobby of growing and breeding different plants. Dooku and his padawan Komari are kidnapped by some of tahl’s servants inadvertently they both don’t turn to the dark side. Also she breaks komari of her crush on dooku and decides to set her up with her nephew.
Awkward glances were exchanged, the tension was heavy and all present were uncomfortable, that meant, all except the honey skinned female were. Tahl, was just eager and a little bit curious. After all, it had been HER doing that her whole adopted family had been reunited. At least most of them had come on their own free will - more or less… in Xanatos’ case less - only Yan Dooku and therefore his Padawan Komari had to be forced. Tahl had simply sent a bunch of lower demons after them, weak enough so that the two Jedi would not be (severely) injured, but strong enough to succeed.
All in all, the two of them looked a little… ragged, for the lack of a better word. But they would survive and they were present, that was all that counted to the female demon.
There was only one person still missing and that was her favorite son, Obi-Wan, who was still out with his pet. He would join them eventually, but for now, she would make do with the rest of her new family.
“So… how did you manage to cultivate so healthy offshoots. I mean, mine always die.” Feemor was probably the most relaxed at the dining table.
“The trick is,” she turned her full attention to him, even though she was aware of the disbelieving stares she received from the others, “that you just let them stand in a shadowy corner. And then you will do absolutely nothing for a couple of days, half a month maybe. Then, you can start with giving them little amounts of water.”
Feemor shook his head in disbelief. “I would NEVER have imagined that to work.”
“Well,” Qui-Gon cleared his throat. Next to him, Xanatos was tense. “Tahl has a way with plants… and people.” The last part was mostly mumbled.
“With people too?” the blonde raised an interested eyebrow.
“You have no idea,” the voice of the raven haired man was nothing more than a whisper, but everyone hear it.
Suddenly, the door to the apartment was open and a moment later, a certain three-headed dog in disguise came crashing into the dining room.
“Obi-Wan!” exclaimed Feemor happily. He and the redhead had a special connection.
Meanwhile did Tahl’s attention turn to Komary, whose attention was solemnly on her Master. The female demon shook her head and was already planning on finding a way, to safe her from herself and her wrong feelings for her Master. It might turn out to be too late already…
In the ghost hugs au can we see anakin meet vlad and anakin just thinks he’s a moron who needs to let go of his grudges and find a healthier outlet for his love for maddie.
Oddly enough, the man reminded him of Count Dooku, just… madder. Anakin shook his head and returned his attention to the here and now. The man was dangerous and he did not want to repeat Geonosis, thank you very much.
“And who might you be?” required Vlad, who eyed Anakin with a mixture of curiosity and distrust. Of course he would be careful, Anakin had just stopped him from seriously injuring Danny after all.
“Just a guy,” he shrugged. “A guy, who is wondering, why you are trying to destroy something that resembles the person you claim to love, very much.” He raised an eyebrow.
“What would you know?” his eyes shone in barely concealed anger, so the blonde had indeed hit a nerve.
“I know a lot about losing people you love. Some were lost due to a cruel fate, some because I was too weak and others because of my idiocy. I know how you must feel.” He tried in a calm voice, like Obi-Wan had taught him over and over again.
His statement, caused the ghost with vampire fangs to take a startled step back. Meanwhile had Danny managed to get up from his unwanted meeting with the floor.
“Wouldn’t it be smarter to be nice to Danny so that you have at least SOME contact with his mother? Of course it will never be the love that you want from here, but it could become friendship.” Again Anakin shrugged, he had no idea if his words were of any use.
The older vampire gritted his teeth, loudly. Then, his blood red eyes came to glance on the white haired ghost, who was holding his injured side and something in his eyes, vanished.
“And you know… just as a final suggestion, why don’t you become a scientist for ghost stuff. Or try to be a connection between humans and ghosts, that’s certainly better than causing harm to the innocent, don’t you think?” Anakin did not wait for a reply, simply turned around, became invisible and left.
He had done all he could, the rest would need to be said between the two remaining males and who knew, perhaps Vlad Plasmius would actually be able to leave the dark path he was wandering on…
You were cursed, and now you can only speak in rhymes. You take advantage of this to complete your dream: become the world’s greatest rapper.