“Are you an angel too?” Oliver repeated. When Mr. Crowley answered, he seemed to have entirely too many teeth. “No.” Caroline let out a shaky breath. “Good.” This is adorable. The whole series is lovely.
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At the top of the steps, a hand reached out to him. He let it tug him down the porch and push him against one of the stone columns. And Ronan cupped Adam's face in his gentle hands. "It's okay, Parrish. You got it? It's okay." He inhaled, let it out on a shuddering breath. Ronan moved in and laid his head on Adam's shoulder, hands sliding down his body to embrace him. Adam chuckled weakly, still sick with emotion. "How are you the well-adjusted one?" "You take that back, asshole." He wrapped his arms around Ronan and pulled him in tight, pulled them together until the tension inside him began to ease, letting the void fill with Ronan's stubborn and relentless caring. He became aware that his head was throbbing. Ronan waited for him, not moving until Adam released him. Adam and Ronan and figuring things out along the way.
Looking at the family portrait he's not in pisses Jason off. So he decides to do something about it. Oh Jason. He's such a drama queen, but at least he's aware of it?
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“I’ll teach you how to pick locks,” he said, and then pointed at the records he’d been reading. “We keep records for Haskell,” he said. “But if you learn of anyone cheating, or snitching, you come straight to me. Not Per Haskell,” he added, almost as an afterthought. “I’ll handle it directly.” She swallowed past the nervous lump in her throat and nodded, taking in the room itself, evaluating it. It was an office, albeit it of the Barrel variety. His private quarters were separated off, and the door was closed. It was almost cozy. (Almost.) “So you want my report?” she asked and he nodded at her, tracking the distinctive bulge in her jacket sleeve. “And after that,” he said, “we’re going to get you a real knife.” Snapshots from Inej's early days with the Dregs.
Most of his family had been very Worried about Damian after Father and Kyle announced that she was with child. Grayson was worried that he would feel replaced, neglected. Drake was worried he would murder the new baby in the dead of night. this is ADORABLE.
As much as Grace appreciates Frankie’s willingness to listen, she doesn’t want to talk right away. But in the days that follow, she does. She’s been giving into that invitation of Frankie’s more and more. She never shares as much as she might, but she says a lot more than she used to. And she’s pretty sure Frankie, as perpetually distracted as she is, listens far more carefully than she lets on. Lovely.
"I am not a Jedi," Leia said. "I don't think I have it in me. But my brother has Fallen, and there must be balance." Ahsoka closed her eyes for a moment. Discreetly, Amilyn slipped away. "Not because he failed," Leia said, remembering what Luke had told her after Cloud City, his mouth pinched, his eyes tormented. "He did exactly what Obi-Wan Kenobi and Master Yoda told him to. He killed our father." After Luke falls, Leia picks up the family burden. Sharp and heartbreaking.
Aziraphale thinks they're dating. Crowley thinks they just hold hands sometimes. In which they're together and somehow Crowley is still pining. Adorable.
"Damian? Is everything alright?" Bruce asks, brow burrowing in concern. To say Damian dislikes physical contact would be a lie, but he is not usually so outwardly seeking of it. "Yes, Father." Damian nods. "I am simply practicing the act of hugging." ♥♥♥
The first time a minister calls Iroh “the prince”, Fire Lord Zuko stares at her blankly. So too do the Avatar, the siblings from the Southern Water Tribe, the Earthbending girl, and the Kyoshi warrior. “You guys have another prince?” the Avatar asks the Fire Lord, and the Fire Lord shakes his head in confusion. “General Iroh”, the minister amends, and then, just in case, adds, “your uncle.” A chorus of “ooooh”s come from the children, accompanied by knowing nods as they realize exactly who the woman is speaking about. The Fire Lord, the Avatar, and the other children never refer to him as anything other than “Uncle”. this is adorable.
