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@febuwhump 2024: day 14. blood-stained tiles + @femslash-february bingo (dark edition): blood
series: crimson history (war dog) | rating: mature | word count: 1,397
cw: mentioned stepcest & underage non-con, blood and miscarriage (the word isn't said, but what's going on is pretty obvious).
Jessica has been feeling a little sick since last night, nausea and lightheaded. it felt like dread pooling on her stomach, like something back was about to happen, and it's weird because she definitely doesn't have the talent of a seer. she has good instincts, or more like she has been trained so well she can tell what's her enemy's next move and block or counterattack it.
but it's a Tuesday afternoon and she's bleeding in the bathroom floor.
she's used to bleed and she's used to physical pain. she had the bruises and the scars to prove it, Joan has tested her pain tolerance time and time again. Joan has improved it throughout the years. Jessica is more than familiar with aches of being punched and kicked and whipped, used to the agony of being burnt and cut and straight up tortured. she has been experimented on and tested to see how much pain she can handle without losing performance.
but this?
this feels much, much worse and she's not sure of why.
Jessica's breathing is erratic and shallow as she curls up on the cold floor. in fetal position, she feels small and vulnerable. the pain is all-compassing, it's the only thing she can feel and think. hellfire that starts on her lower belly, she recognizes it as something similar to the very few period cramps she experienced. but much, much more intense than those.
there's also a lot more blood, it pools around her and stains the white tiles. it almost reminds her of her latest mission, being shot in the leg and still moving across the snow. right now, she can't move at all. she can barely think, just feel the agony.
Jessica curses, mentally, everyone.
she has tried to avoid it at all costs, asked Rachel for the stupid little pills and ignored the symptoms caused by them. she hid and had been taking it religiously until Jennifer found and got upset. upset enough to ditch her, tell their parents.
mom just frowned, but shrugged, not that interested in her half sex demon daughter's sexual habits. probably glad that she was, at least, trying to not be another girl going through teen pregnancy. Jocelyn even got her some condoms, actually, a little box that she hid under Jessica's boxers with a note "take care".
mother had shrugged too.
then in their "mother-dautghet bonding time", made Jessica lay across her lap and spanked her until her butt and the back of her thighs were black and blue. she pulled her hair and didn't give her much time to think before she was being choked and Joan was telling her that if a slut gets bred, than a slut gets babies.
nevermind it was Joan's fault.
she also started deeper checks, weekly, so no pills and no condoms and now Joan touched her even more frequently.
so...
Jessica has a good guess of what's going on, considering that her periods had definitely stopped at this point. and Joan has been in a mission, apparently, or just wanted to prove that there's no need for attempts at preventing pregnancy. (she doesn't think Joan would like her little War Dog to get pregnant, to be bred like a breeding stock. even if she allowed it... would she be willing to let Dog be out of commission for months? for even longer to recover from pregnancy? would she even allowed It to bond with Its child? probably not, considering it's Joan).
now she's bleeding and writhing on the floor, too weak by the stupid pain and by the despair of knowing she'd be punished for it. it doesn't matter that it's 100% Joan's fault, it was Joan who forfeited condoms and didn't want her to take pills or even little potions after the fact to stop it to take root in her womb.
it's all Joan's fault – the Dog whimpers and curls up in the back of her head in response of her hatred toward Its master, towards Its owner.
she can't think much, she can't move, just wait for Jennifer to come from her rune translation class. only one person would be a better choice to find her, but Rachel doesn't have a good excuse to wander around that part of the compound, she's also probably pretty busy with all the potions she has to brew and keep on stock in a coven full of younglings in training.
Jessica's breathing hitches as she hears the door unlocking, then Jennifer's voice; "Jessie, I'm- Jessie?"
she has a sensitive nose, less than Jessica's, but still sensitive. (having a sharp sense of smell was the difference between coming home tonight or spend the night under Rachel's healing because Joan tried to whip the flesh off the Its back we punishment). quick, heavy steps make her flinch even if she knows it's just Jennifer. she flinches even if it's one of the very few people that make her feel safe.
"Jessie!" Jennifer kneels, Jessica can feel her hands hovering on her arms, unsure if what to do and she gathers all strength she still has.
"g-get- fuck- Rachel."
"Rachel?" Jessica sighs.
"Redwoods."
it takes Jennifer another few seconds, but she recognizes the name and sprints out of the bathroom. the Redwoods family, well, were wand makers even if most of the coven has some very basic training in wand magic, they're traditionally a runes-based magic. and Rachel was the only one that specialized in healing instead. she's also Jessica's healer, have been since her training started when Jessica was barely older than a toddler.
she thinks about how she's staining the nicely white tiles as she waits for hours – feels like hours, it's probably no more than ten minutes. Jennifer's rambling something about finding her, probably all over again, as they approach her. Rachel's magical aura is familiar and comfortable, she's so used to being under her care that her body reacts by relaxing. (she can almost see Jennifer frowning, knowing Jessica is never comfortable and relaxed).
"I need to get you to the healers ward," Jessica grunts, she doesn't want to go but the first rule is: always listen to the healer. "I'll pick you up now."
she nods her consent. Rachel grunts with effort, Jessica is far from her lightest patience. with the height and the muscles, it's actually impressive that Rachel manages to carry her.
Jessica curls in her arms, it's safe and it's warm. she thinks that this sort of safe, protected sensation that runs under her skin when Rachel holds her is the kind of thing she should feel with Joan. but she doesn't, never really did.
(hell, she doesn't feel like that with Jocelyn. and it's different with Jennifer.
Jennifer's less her big sister and more someone she has a friends with benefits situation going on.)
(they like to pretend that it's more friends with benefits than girlfriends, it's harder now that Jennifer had been having a thing with someone else, Jessica isn't stupid.)
she can feel Jennifer following them, reeking of nervous energy and wanting to know what's going on. she wishes Jennifer wasn't the one who found her. Jennifer cares too much, or cares as much as family should but Jessica doesn't have a good reference on that.
minutes run throught the fingers of her awareness and then she's laying in a bed. she's more than familiar with the sensation of lying on top of it, it almost has her name written all over it with how often she comes here in need of emergency healing. she tries her best to not squirm too much, knowing how it makes checking her a little harder.
but she wants to curl up as if it'd make the pain stop.
she roughly aware of Rachel telling Jennifer to leave. she's not sure how much is because she already knows what's wrong with her, and doesn't want the older girl to know it like this, or if it's because a half-werewolf will panic if they stay too long around the smell of blood and distress of someone they care about.
"here," Rachel's hand is warm on the back of her head to help it up. "here, it'll help with the pain."
it'll help with the pain because it'll make her fall asleep. Jessica doesn't care, she just wants it to stop.
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Surrogacy in Georgia: Why the World is Talking About it?
Surrogacy in Georgia attracts thousands of medical tourists to its territories every year. This is mostly due to the affordable surrogacy treatments along with the best in class medical support system. Moreover, when we talk about surrogacy for single men in Georgia, there is a list of elements and aspects involved in the entire procedure.
Using another person's egg and their partner's sperm during pregnancy, a woman can become pregnant through the use of surrogacy, a type of assisted reproductive technology. The surrogate mother and her child have no genetic ties (gestational surrogacy) in this kind of arrangement. A surrogate may get payment, gifts, or parental rights to any children that are born as a part of surrogate mother cost in Georgia.
A woman who conceives a child for someone else or a couple is known as a surrogate mother. For a variety of reasons, including the inability to produce children of their own, the expensive cost of rearing a kid, social pressure to have children, or the parent-child bond requiring a genetic link, the services of a surrogate mother may be required.
Why you may need a surrogate in regards to surrogacy for single men in Georgia?
Surrogacy for single men in Georgia may require the services of surrogate mother along with an egg or sperm donor, given that the intended parents got issues with their gametes. Moreover, this may shoot up the overall surrogacy cost in Georgia, given the additional tests, diagnosis and medical procedures involved.
There are several reasons why a woman in Georgia could decide to become a surrogate mother. According to estimates, surrogates make between $25,000 and $50,000 for each pregnancy. So, it comes as a good opportunity to earn some extra money.
By volunteering their time and effort in what may be an emotionally trying circumstance for the parents of such children, surrogate mothers can also give back to their communities.
For women who want to become parents without endangering their own health, surrogacy is certainly a good option in hand. Some women might decide to use a surrogate if they have health issues or pregnancies that would be risky for them.
Over the past ten years, there has been a significant growth in the demand for surrogate moms, with many intended mothers turning to surrogacy for a variety of causes, including infertility.
Surrogacy in Georgia: what you need to know?
Recently, a bigger number of people have started looking for the best surrogacy for single men in Georgia and other countries. More people are turning to surrogacy arrangements due to the expansion of advanced reproductive technologies and the rising need for families.
Georgia's surrogacy industry is growing, despite sporadic, pointless counterattacks from various social organizations. Surrogacy agreements offer options and solutions that were previously unavailable to adoptive parents who need help raising their child or parents who want to start a family but can't because of their work aspirations.
The majority of Georgia's surrogacy clinics give their clientele specialized services in return of reasonable surrogacy cost in Georgia. However, everything depends on the reputation and experience of the Georgia surrogacy center you are working with.
A normal surrogacy contract specifies an in-vitro fertilization process, which causes the surrogate mother to carry the biological child of the intending parents. After the surrogate gives birth, the intended parents receive custody of the child.
Given the crucial significance Georgia's surrogacy facilities play, you must move cautiously while making a decision in the same regard. Moreover, consider other aspects like surrogate mother cost in Georgia and so on.
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EOA Ship Appreciation Week Day 2: Domestic
Alright! Day 2! Decided to go back to the basics with one of my favorite ships: Gababel ft. Their kids! Who are the loving creations of @lovelyrugbee and @shasta627!
Enjoy!
If Isabel were to be asked between the two, she would always say that she preferred someone with great brains, then brawn.
It didn’t hurt that her husband happened to have both though.
However, Gabe had been able to convince her the pros of having a strong body to go along with a strong mind long before they had even started dating.
After all, if she wanted to officially be a part of Team Avalor, she wanted to make sure she could keep up with them in everyway possible. And indeed, after getting over the first couple of grueling weeks with Coach Nunez, where she only felt she was going to cough up a lung fives times, her overall strength and stamina did improve.
She even kept up the routine he had designed specifically for her when she went away to college. Where, it actually ended up being useful there as well, it turned out that a pension for trouble was an inherited family trait.
Despite Isabel’s best efforts to keep up the new lifestyle for years though, it ended up wavering when Isabel had gotten pregnant the first time. In her defense, there was only so much movement a petite woman wanted to do when she found out she was having twins. They had only been expecting the one baby when they had begun trying for a family.
While Isabel had been a little jealous that Gabe’s body hadn’t had to take any sacrifice during the pregnancy and he was in fact required to stay in shape as Captain of the Guards; he had been a great source of emotional support and gladly took his share in carrying the boys around while she recovered. Isabel had even made it easier for him by reconstructing the traditional scarf wrap into a duel sided sling, so one baby would be up front facing his chest and the other behind and nestled into his back.
It didn’t take long to figure out which baby should go where, as Damian quickly proved to be the much squirmier, vocal, and grabby one, while Dante had a more serene one and such a good sleeper.
Isabel couldn’t help how her heart always fluttered slightly seeing him carry the two of them around. Being a dad looked so good on him.
It was also during this recovery period, that Isabel fully realized how much she really did rely on her nimble ability to climb, jump, and even just bend over when she was constructing. So, she had been more than willing to get back on a work out routine as soon as possible.
Though, she found out very quickly that with having twins, they had more than enough of a work out trying to keep up with the two of them.
Still, Isabel tried to heed his husband’s advice about adding a little more exercise to her daily schedule rather than just sit at her desk for hours when she got pregnant with their daughter Daniella, or Dani a few years later. It ended being a lot easier that second time around overall. Then again, anything was easier after twins.
Which is what brought her to present day where she was spending the afternoon in the Castle’s large gymnasium rather than her laboratory.
Don’t get her wrong, while she probably could never fully appreciate it like the soldiers did when they were here in the early mornings, it was impressive. Avalor had made sure to stocked up on all the latest equipment, from practice swords, to weights, to a rock climbing wall, and to even these new things called stationary bikes which she was currently on.
A couple of loud squeals rang throughout the large room. Isabel’s head shot up, her maternal instincts kicking in and her fatigue momentarily leaving her.
However, it turned out to be nothing of alarm.
Across the gym, Gabe was on the pull-up on the bar, with each of their boys hanging off one his legs and Dani hanging from a sling on his back.
“Again, again!” Dante shouted and Gabe let out a groan as he pulled himself above the bar.
The twins let out another round of jubilant screams and Isabel was glad that they were the only ones in here right now.
Dani looked unaffected by her father’s movement or her brothers’ squawking as she continued to look intriguingly around the many colors and contractions of the gym and occasionally kicked her legs about.
Isabel smiled and shook her head slightly, getting off the bike and walking over to her family.
Her sons paid her no attention, too immersed in their fun, as she got to the other side of her husband so she could talk to him face to face.
“Doing okay Gabe?”
“Of course,” Gabe said in a slightly strained voice. “The kids are actually helping out since I could do this in my sleep.”
“Oh really?” Isabel asked slyly as she noted how red his face was turning. “What do you think boys, should mami help papi with his workout too?”
“Yeah!” Damien exclaimed. “Papi can lift us all up!”
Gabe eyes widened. “Wait, Isa–”
“Come on, mi luz,” Isabel said with an edge of challenge in her voice as she wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her chest to his. “Lift us.”
Gabe gave her a low gruff of annoyance, but he was never one to let down his family if he could. So, he took one large breathe and used what must have been all his strength.
Honestly, Isabel had only been half-serious about him actually going through with this. But, when she saw the same crease in his brow that he got when he was planning battle tactics and even felt her feet leave the ground, she allowed him to continue what was now an act of pride.
And, when he was finally able to lift his face above the bar, Isabel rewarded his with a quick kiss to his strained lips before she released and dropped to the ground with Gabe slowly lowering himself back down, all kids still intact.
“Alright men,” Gabe then said as firmly as he could. “We’re going to take a quick five. Go drink some water for the time being.”
Their sons listened to their father’s orders, always getting a kick at being able to pretend to be one of his soldiers which Gabe was fully aware of. It was the reason he was usually in charge of putting them to bed.
Isabel pulled Dani out of the sling to help relieve him completely of their weight. She placed a kiss on her daughter’s forehead before she placed her in play pen, where Dani immediately became entranced by her colored blocks.
“Are you really okay?” Isabel asked as Gabe lifted up his arms high to stretch out his back. “I want to make sure you didn’t throw out your back or pull something.”
Gabe arched an eyebrow at her. “Are you calling me old?”
Isabel rolled her eyes, that is not what she had meant at all. But she play along if that’s how he wanted to take it. “Well you are getting older, sir.”
“I’ll show you old!” Gabe then swooped Isabel up into his arms. The force of his momentum made it incredibly easy for him to throw her over his shoulder.
“What are you doing!?” Isabel half-exclaimed, half-laughed out, instinctively latching on to him.
“Hey boys!” He yelled out, as he started walking in a direction she couldn’t sense. “I think mami here needs a love pile, what do you think?”
“Yeah!”
Isabel knew what was coming, but was helpless as Gabe got on his knees, pulled her off him, and had her on the rubber mat and flat on her back in only a few seconds.
She didn’t even have a second to try and preform any sort of escape attempt before two small forms awkwardly flopped on top of her. Gabe always tried to encourage the boys to be a little more gently with her than they were with him, but there was only so much control two five years could have, especially riled up.
Isabel let out a wheeze as Dante landed on her stomach, but she was able to recover quickly and began to play along.
“No! Not the little reinforcements!” Isabel cried over dramatically as she rocked her body enough that the boys tried to grab onto way they could.
“Surrender mami!” Damien shouted.
“Never!” Isabel shouted as she was able to finally pull out her arms from under their impossibly strong bodies. She began her counterattack as she began tickling them in their sides, legs, feet, and generally anything they could get their hands on.
While it did result in her briefly getting kicked in some n0t-so-great places, the two of them started to make a hasty retreat from her wiggling fingers.
“Secret baby attack!’ Gabe’s voice then called out as Dani was placed on top of her face before her boys were fully off her.
Isabel let out another laugh even though her sides were beginning to cramp. She peeled her daughter off her and used her last remaining strength to lift her up in the air. Dani’s own mouth curled into a wide smile at the sight of her mother’s and made a grabbing motion towards the long pieces of hair that had come out of Isabel’s bun.
Isabel brought Dani back down and placed a big kiss on her chubby cheek before laying her on her chest. She turned her head to see Gabe sitting next to her, Dante and Damien were climbing over his back, a safe distant from their mother’s tickling fingers.
Gabe and Isabel’s eyes met, sharing the weariness that was starting to wash over them. Unfortunately, the same could not be said for their loving terrors.
"I wanna play with the Olaball!” Dante exclaimed as he practically pushed of his father and ran to barrel that was full of practice Olaballs.
“I wanna Olaball too!” Damien cried as he followed his brother in a similar fashion.
Gabe watched them for another second before the infamous and brave Captain of the Guards admitted defeat by laying breathlessly next to his wife. This was further evident by his next statement to her.
“Are we calling it truce?”
“In the face of a greater enemy, I would say truce,” Isabel replied, just as breathless as him and grateful for the few moments they now had.
“What in the EverRealm are we going to do when you are able to walk, mija?” Isabel then asked the infant, who was perfectly content with pulling lightly on the clump of her hair she had managed to get her small hands on.
“Hopefully the boys will be out of this stage by then.”
A loud crashing sound then came from the far side of the gym. Both their heads turned towards the direction, but since what followed were the sounds the laughter and not crying, they decided they would take a minute before they actually saw what the damage was.
Gabe sighed. “Or at the very least, I can make the new recruits watch them.”
“Isn’t that an abuse of your power Captain?”
“Not unless you invent them some kind of larger version of your Exo-groomer.”
“That’s assuming that I already haven’t,” Isabel said with a wink.
Gabe laughed as he rolled onto his side so that he could place a kiss to her temple. He then gazed down at Dani and gently smoothed back her small tuft of hair.
“Think we can convince Elena and Mateo to watch them while we take a nap with Dani?”
Isabel let out a snort. “Don’t worry, I have enough babysitting points that those two owe me at least a thousand times over!”
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Aveline Vallen
Race: Human
Gender: Female
Class: Warrior
Title: - Soldier
- Guardswoman
- Captain of the Guard
Affiliation: - Kirkwall City Guard
- Areida Hawke
Specialization: Guardian
Family: - Benoit du Lac (father)
- Wesley Vallen (first husband)
- Donnic Hendyr (second husband)
- Areida Hendyr (daughter)
Voice: Joanna Roth
Appearances: - Dragon Age II
- Dragon Age: Inquisition (mentioned)
- Trespasser (mentioned)
- Heroes of Dragon Age
Aveline Vallen (née du Lac, later Hendyr) is a human warrior. She was fleeing Ostagar with her husband Ser Wesley during the Fifth Blight when they were set upon by darkspawn and rescued by Areida Hawke and her family. Aveline is the first companion Areida Hawke encounters besides her siblings.
Background
Aveline is the daughter of a chevalier named Benoit du Lac, who fled from Orlais to Ferelden after losing his patron to assassination. Raising her on stories of knights and adventures, he hoped Aveline would be a knight, even naming her after Ser Aveline, the Knight of Orlais. He eventually sold everything he had to sponsor her into King Cailan Theirin's service.
Aveline met and married Wesley Vallen while in the Fereldan army, where she was an officer. Her company was part of the first charge. However, Loghain's betrayal at the Battle of Ostagar forced them to flee the darkspawn horde. She ordered a scattered retreat and told her people to make their way home. She and Wesley eventually made their way to Lothering's outskirts, where they met the Hawke family.
Involvement
Dragon Age II
Areida Hawke saves Aveline and her husband, Ser Wesley, from imminent death while escaping Lothering. When Flemeth indicates Wesley will die of the darkspawn taint, Aveline delivers a mercy blow to him. Wesley's death leaves Aveline with few options, and she accompanies the Hawke family to Kirkwall.
Upon arriving at Kirkwall, the group finds the guards must be bribed in order for them to enter the city. Areida’s uncle provides contacts who can help them, in exchange for mercenary services from the Hawke family through the next year. With no other options, Aveline assists the Hawke family in entering the city; While the Hawke family helps Athenril in dealing with Cavril, the merchant's cheating ways incense Aveline, and she deals with him very effectively.
Act 1
After entering the city, Aveline joins the Kirkwall City Guard to make a living. She and Areida uncover a conspiracy involving Jeven, the current Captain of the City Guard, and the Coterie. Areida and Aveline discover that Jeven has been sending guardsmen on dangerous patrols with a satchel of valuable city information in order to sacrifice them to the Coterie so that the thieves could obtain the information with out looking suspicious. When Jeven's scheme is revealed to the authorities, he is arrested by his own guardsmen and Aveline replaces him as the new Captain of the Guard for her role in ending Jeven's corruption. Aveline's guard and Guard-Captain positions allows her to deal with certain people effectively, namely other guards and scoundrels.
Act 2
Three years later, when Areida visits Aveline, Aveline warns Areida that her new found wealth and influence has changed the fortunes of many people in Kirkwall; and not always for the better. When Areida asks her how she’s settling into her new position as Guard Captain, Aveline complains that they are spread thin and how the templars are unwilling to requisition a few of their men to fight for the city guard as it was considered "demeaning". Even so, many of the guardsmen seem to have rallied under her leadership.
Aveline later tells Areida that she needs a favor that she can only trust Areida with. First she asks her to deliver a package to Guardsman Donnic. The package turns out to be copper marigolds, confusing both Donnic and Areida. Aveline then asks her to post the duty roster. Areida does so and reports Donnic's negative reaction. When Aveline brings up the idea of bringing three goats and a sheaf of wheat to Donnic’s mother, knowing that that’s a dowary tradition, Areida realizes that Aveline is trying to court Donnic. Aveline finally confesses she was attempting to court Donnic, she just doesn't know how to do it. Areida suggests inviting Donnic to the Hanged Man.
As agreed, Areida visits the Hanged Man at night to meet Donnic so they can wait for Aveline. Aveline arrives without Donnic’s knowledge but becomes too shy to approach the table Donnic and Arieda are sitting at. This causes Donnic to think that Areida is interested in him, and lets her down by telling her he prefers women with a backbone. Afterwards, Areida speaks with Aveline who confesses that she was just too scared to approach Donnic. Areida then suggests that Aveline should go on patrol along the Wounded Coast with Donnic.
At the Wounded Coast, Aveline engages Donnic in conversation, blundering her way through her ideas of small talk while Areida and the rest of her companion clear the area of enemies. Fed up and knowing that this is not going to get Aveline anywhere, Areida confronts Donnic and Aveline and reveals Aveline's motives to Donnic. Donnic shocked by the revelation, abruptly departs, and Aveline becomes worried that he will file a complaint and will request a transfer. She orders Areida back to the barracks to head this off.
Back at the barracks, Aveline becomes frightened of what Donnic might do, but he later appears and reassures her that he has no intention of leaving or filling a complaint and in fact, he's interested in her too. Shortly after that, Aveline thanks Areida for all the help.
After Areida’s mother, Leandra, is murdered by a blood mage serial killer, Aveline consoles Areida and comforts her by telling her a story about her own father.
Aveline later enlists Areida's aid in trying to arrest two fugitive elves who murdered a city guardsman for raping their sister but have been granted religious sanctuary in the Qunari Compound for converting to the Qun. The Arishok takes offense to the attempted arrest of his new converts and counterattacks, marshaling his forces to conquer the city and convert it to the Qun. Areida saves the city by defeating the Arishok in single combat and is crown the Champion of Kirkwall as a result.
Act 3
Over the past three years, Aveline and Donnic married and honeymooned in Orlais. When Areida visits Aveline, she states that without a Viscount, the templars have been trying to influence the city guard more.
Since his fall from grace, Jeven has taken up with base types who hold prejudiced views against Fereldans like Aveline and Areida. He became the leader of a dangerous group of insurgents who attempted to have Captain Aveline expelled by forcing anonymous complaints that she was coddling her men. Jeven even attempted to coax guards into joining his cause. In addition to getting revenge for his arrest at Aveline's hands, the scheme was intended to reduce what Jeven saw as excessive Fereldan influence in Kirkwall, though the plan backfired when Captain Aveline confronted him in the sewers of Kirkwall. He was killed after attacking Aveline. Aveline becomes proud of her efforts in reforming the Kirkwall City Guard and is thankful to Areida for encouraging her.
Despite being against siding with the mages and knowing that it might strip her of her job as captain of the city guard, Aveline joins Areida and the others in protecting the mages from Knight Commander Meredith’s wrath after Anders blows up the Chantry. She has Donnic order the city guard in protecting the civilians, keeping them out of the fighting.
Pregnancy
Two years after Anders blew up the Chantry, Aveline became pregnant and gave birth to a daughter she and Donnic named Areida, named after Aveline’s friend, Areida Hawke, who brought Aveline and Donnic togeather.
Dragon Age: Inquisition
When Rosabelle Trevelyan asks Varric Tethras about Aveline’s fate, Varric states that she is still Guard-Captain and is responsible for a lot of Kirkwall's stability.
Tresspasser
Aveline is seen in Varric's epilogue picture, smiling, implying she is still the Guard Captain of Kirkwall.
NOTE: The names in the family members section of Aveline’s biography that are bolded and italicized are part of my own version of the Dragon Age timeline and are therefore in no way canon.
#dragon age#dragon age 2#Dragon Age: Inquisition#aveline vallen#Warriors#Kirkwall City Guards#Captain of the Guard
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Part two of Sabrina’s angsty, then fluff induced pregnancy story!
I honestly did not expect that, for one of the least liked characters in the series, that I would feel absolutely heartbroken and grieved by the first part.
But I was, and oh for the love of all the gods, did I feel horrible this morning.
It also didn’t help that I was up until 3am writing the first part, lol
Anyways, this will be a much happier part.
And, to reiterate from the first part, thank you again @enid--an-gleanna for helping me brainstorm!
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Sabrina didn’t know what to expect from her pregnancy, and had shared her concerns with Yenna, who insisted that her daughter, Lavinia, should stay with Sabrina to keep her company and to monitor her pregnancy. Lavinia had, of course, protested to her mother’s declaration, but after some coaxing from both Ciri and Geralt, and meeting Sabrina in person, she relented and agreed to stay with the red-haired sorceress.
Sabrina had just woken for the day, her body stiff with sore muscles and aches from carrying the little one for the past eight months, but she was glowing as she stepped out into the living area, her eyes scanning for her friend’s daughter. The clang of steel outside caught her attention, and she made her way to the front door to peek outside, catching sight of said daughter hacking into a practice dummy that was enchanted to fight back as if it were a real person.
Sabrina was captivated by Lavinia’s movements, how much she had inherited her mother’s grace while still taking on her father’s trade, the way she moved around the dummy, parrying each swing and cheap hit, how she ducked and dived and how she danced through each counterattack as if it were nothing to her. She tore her eyes away for a moment to glance down at her swollen belly.
“I only hope that I can raise you to be that strong and independent.” She spoke, her voice low, as she ran her hand over the swell, resting it beneath the curve as she leaned against the doorframe.
It was at that point where Lavinia caught sight of her, unenchanting the dummy before glancing over to her, her breathing slightly quickened from her morning practice.
“I’m sorry. I... I didn’t mean to spy.” Sabrina quickly spoke, trying to convey her apologies to the young woman before her. Lavinia shook her head, a playful smirk on her lips.
“I’m not worried about that. I’m more concerned that you’re up and walking about when you should be resting. You’re due at practically any time, and the last thing I would like to find is you lying on the floor when you could be in bed.” Lavinia chastised, making her way to Sabrina’s side.
“But--”
“Besides, mother would kill me if she were to appear and see that I’ve neglected to uphold my end of our deal.” She gently took Sabrina’s arm and lead her back into the living room, easing her down onto the couch. “And I make it a point to never have to receive a verbal, or magical, thrashing from my mother.”
Sabrina chuckled at that, the mood lightening as she relaxed into the cushions and pillow behind her. She watched as Lavinia made her way over to the bookshelf, her hand lingering over the exposed spines of the books before turning her head to look back at Sabrina.
“Which book would you like today?”
“The one from yesterday, which I swear I left sitting over here on the table.”
“You did, I just put it back on the shelf after bringing you to bed last night.”
She grabbed the book, bringing it over to Sabrina and handing it off before asking what she would like for breakfast. She disappeared into the kitchen then, and reappeared a few minutes later with a cup of tea in her hands. Sabrina looked at her with confusion as she accepted the offered glass.
“It’s lavender and oat straw. It’s meant to help alleviate any symptoms of insomnia, which I know can develop over the course of a pregnancy, and anxiousness. This last month is where that all culminates together, so it’s important that I have you drink this infusion daily. Not only that, but the oat straw in incredibly high in calcium and magnesium, and is therefore very healthy for you, especially when it’s infused in a tea.”
“Wow... I’m impressed.” Sabrina spoke, her expression sincere as she looked up at Lavinia. “Where did you learn that?”
“Margarita.”
The admission brought laughter from Sabrina, and Lavinia soon after, both of them settling in as they ate breakfast in the living room. When they were both done, Lavinia gathered their dishes and disappeared into the kitchen once more, leaving Sabrina to her book.
She couldn’t focus on the words, and after several failed attempts, closed the book and placed it on the table beside her, rubbing at her temples to ease her racing thoughts. She had allowed her mind to travel more than once back to the night that she had been assaulted, and it had severely dampened her mood, leaving her depressed and bedridden for several days, unable to even eat small bites of food, and leaving Lavinia no choice but to forcefully encourage her to eat by sitting at her side until she finally relented and ate several bites from the plate. She brought her arms down to her belly, cradling it as she reclined against the couch cushions.
“You are a blessing from a terrible action... I can only hope that I will be able to look at you and not see him... To care for you without the fear of seeing his face reflected in yours.”
A few soft kicks pressed against her arms, and she let out a small laugh, tears slipping down her cheeks. Lavinia returned then, catching sight of the troubled woman. She approached slowly, having heard the story of what had transpired, and sat down beside her, gently placing her hand on her shoulder. Sabrina flinched at first, but sensed Lavinia beside her, and allowed her body to relax. She turned her gaze to the girl, a sad smile coming to her lips.
“I’m sorry...”
“Don’t be.” Lavinia replied, her voice soft as she tenderly took Sabrina’s hand in hers. “You are allowed to feel what you feel... No one is telling you otherwise. The only thing I will point out is that you are suffering in silence. If ever you want to talk, I will listen.”
Sabrina broke, spilling out all of her fears and worries from the past eight months, telling Lavinia how fearful it was to think that her baby would look like the man who had assaulted her, how terrified she was to raise the baby alone, how lonely it had been for her as she went through the whole pregnancy without support outside of Lavinia and her family. She shared how terrified she was to face the pain of childbirth, and how scared she was of being alone when she went into labor. Lavinia moved from the couch and kneeled down before Sabrina, gently taking her hands in hers, resting them against the swell of her belly.
“Will you do me a single favor?” She asked, her lilac eyes gazing up into Sabrina’s dark brown.
“I... I suppose I could...”
“Believe in yourself.”
Sabrina stopped, staring directly into Lavinia’s eyes as she processed what the young woman had just said to her. She blinked a few times, then questioned Lavinia.
“Believe in yourself.” She replied, gently squeezing Sabrina’s hands. “You’ll make a fine mother. You’re more than capable of raising the baby, and mother has offered to help in any way that she can. Plus, I know you have stayed in contact with the Lodge, and there are some with children of their own. You will be fine. You will be okay.”
Lavinia stood from the floor and moved over to gaze out of the window, her own mind clouded with a few stray thoughts, before she turned back to Sabrina.
“Over the last few months that I’ve stayed here, I’ve gotten to know you fairly well. Having watched my own mother deal with dad being gone for many extended days on contracts, and knowing just how much of her pregnancy with my brother he missed out on, I can see how alone you feel. So I’d like to make you an offer, a child to a mother.”
Sabrina gazed at her with confusion, still wiping the tears from her cheeks, before nodding her head for Lavinia to continue. Lavinia came before her once more, dropping again to a knee as she gazed up into Sabrina’s eyes.
Lavinia offered her a smile, her eyes glittering in the morning light, before wrapping her arms around Sabrina’s waist, her ear pressed against the swell of her belly. New tears spilled down Sabrina’s cheeks, one hand covering her mouth as the other came to rest on Lavinia’s shoulder. Nia tilted her head up, gazing into Sabrina’s eyes with the smile still on her face.
“Will you allow me to stand in as an unofficial older sister? Will you take me as your unofficial daughter?”
“Of course I will.” Sabrina cried, her arms outstretched to gather Lavinia into a hug, which the latter accepted. “You’ve just made me... The happiest I’ve been in months.”
“I’m glad... Mom.” Nia replied, her smile mirroring Sabrina’s.
The afternoon passed by in a complete blur, and soon the moon hung in the sky above the cottage. Nia glanced outside, gazing up at the constellations that littered the darkness, a soft sigh passing her lips.
“What’s wrong, Lavinia?” Sabrina asked, struggling to her feet before making her way to Lavinia’s side.
“The placement of the constellations...” She whispered, her eyes locked on the sky. “The crescent moon... It all signalizes change.”
Sabrina gazed up as well, but she didn’t have the same grasp of astronomy as Lavinia did, so she simply admired the purity of the night sky. She took hold of Nia’s arm, giving it a light squeeze to break the girl from her trance. Nia glanced over to her, her eyes searching Sabrina’s as she looked at her, before finally shaking free of her trance.
“Sorry... The night sky is usually a comfort for me.” She whispered, her hand coming to cover Sabrina’s.
“Why don’t we call it a night, hmm? Some sleep will clear your head.”
Nia nodded her head in agreement and walked with Sabrina down to her bedroom, where she helped her ready herself for bed with the snap of her fingers. She helped Sabrina lower herself onto her mattress before she eased her back into the pillows, bidding her goodnight before she began to walk towards the bedroom door.
“Lavinia... Wait.” Sabrina called, her voice soft as she gazed at Nia’s back. She stopped and turned to face Sabrina, confusion in her eyes.
“What is it?” She asked, returning to Sabrina’s side.
“I... I don’t want to be alone tonight...” Sabrina replied, her voice soft as she looked up at Lavinia. “I don’t know why... But I don’t want to be alone.”
“It’s okay... Let me change first and I’ll come right back. Okay?”
“Okay.” Sabrina breathed, trying to make herself comfortable against the pillows behind her.
Her back was acting up, and every little movement seemed to trigger some response from the already tense muscles. She tried to place some of the pressure onto one hip, which aggravated her back, then tried the other, but to no avail. Every twinge that could ripple across her muscles did, so she gave up and settled back as best she could against the pillows. She gingerly ran her hand over the swell of her belly, since the little one was now kicking like crazy. She took some deep breaths to steady her racing heart, but it wasn’t helping. Lavinia returned at that moment, seeing her as she was. A flash of panic crossed her face, followed by fear, until she settled back into a more neutral expression. She made her way to Sabrina’s side, climbing up on the bed beside her and placing her palm against her belly, her eyes glossing over as she entered a trance-like state.
Sabrina watched her for a moment, the kicks of the baby slowing to a dull pain, rather than the intensity they had been before. Lavinia snapped out of her trance and gazed down at her.
“I must contact mother. She should be here.”
“What? Why?” Sabrina asked, taking Lavinia’s wrist before she could leave.
“Because you’ve started to go into labor, and I am in no position to deliver my unofficial sibling.”
Sabrina’s eyes widened, shock washing over her before a small contraction set in. She pressed her hand to the spot, fear replacing shock, and looked to Lavinia for support. Nia came to her side immediately, her own hand placed over Sabrina’s as the contraction passed, leaving her just minutes to connect with Yen. Through their telepathic link, Lavinia was able to update Yen and urge her to come as quickly as she could. She informed Nia that she would be bringing Geralt with her, to which Lavinia said to do what she must, but to come soon.
The familiar hum of electricity came to her ears minutes later, and she watched the front door down the hall expectantly, waiting for her family to come in. Sabrina yelped in pain then, squeezing Nia’s hand as a painful contraction set in. Nia offered her support, returning Sabrina’s hold while gently brushing her hair back from her face.
Yen and Geralt walked in moments later, much to the relief of both Sabrina and Nia. Yen instructed Nia to gather a few supplies, and told Geralt to help her settle in against the pillows. When Nia returned, Yen asked her to pull Sabrina’s hair back from her face, and she did, putting it up into a ponytail to keep it from sticking to her skin.
“Nia, Geralt, sit with her and keep her calm.” Yen spoke, glancing between her husband and daughter.
Both did as they were told while Yen coached Sabrina as she delivered the babe. Her labor was long, painful, and taxing to her body, but she persevered and pushed through until the sounds of her crying newborn rang through the room. She collapsed back against the pillows, her breathing ragged and shallow, gazing down at Yennefer as she swaddled the babe in clean linens.
“It’s a girl, Sabrina.” She spoke, lifting the newborn up so that Sabrina could see her.
She saw the tuft of red hair and her pale skin, and breathed a soft sigh of relief that she hadn’t inherited anything from the man who had sired her. She stretched her arms out towards the infant, and Yenna gently laid her in her arms, easing her down towards Sabrina’s chest. The soothing sound of Sabrina’s heartbeat lulled the baby girl until she stopped crying, opening her bleary eyes to gaze up at the foggy world around her. Sabrina gasped then, fear coming to her face as she gazed down into her daughter’s piercing green eyes.
“Sabrina... Hush... Shhh…. It’s okay.” Yen soothed, her hands on Sabrina’s knees as she spoke, gaining the sorceresses gaze. “Everything else about her is you. Her eyes mean nothing when your traits outweigh his.”
“But--”
“No buts, Sabrina. Take a few deep breaths and look back down at her. Actually see your baby.”
Sabrina did as she was told, steadying her heartbeat as she breathed. When she had calmed back down, she brought her gaze back down to the squirming infant in her arms, taking in the sight of her. It was only then that she saw her daughter, and not just the product of assault.
“She’s... She’s so beautiful...” She breathed, tracing her finger over the girl’s arm.
“She certainly is.” Yen replied, watching as Sabrina fawned over the baby in her arms. “Have you thought of any names?”
“Lavinia helped me decide on a few several weeks back, and I know which one fits her best.”
“Which one did you pick?” Nia asked, gazing down at the newborn with fascination.
“Renna.” She cuddled the girl close to her chest, her happiness radiating off of her. “Welcome to the world, my little flame.”
#witcher fanfic#witcher fanfiction#long post#geralt of rivia#geralt z rivii#geralt x yennefer#Yennefer of Vengerberg#yennefer z vengerbergu#Lavinia of Vengerberg#witcher au#Sabrina Glevissig#I just want them to be happy#is that too much to ask for them?
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Character Backgrounds: Alexander, Knight of Geralthin
“Suffered heavy losses through the great war they stood strong,
But the memory of the fallen still lives on!
Far from their land as they made their stand,
A disregarded demand,
It's surrender or die and the stakes are high,
They live or they die, there's no time for goodbye,
Weapon in hand, they made their stand,
Still disregarding demand,
They would never comply, they would rather die,
Broke through the blockade, they were finally saved!”
From “The Lost Battalion” by Sabaton
Alexander’s ascension to fame was born of blood and grit. Originally the result of a final unwanted pregnancy of an already very large noble family, the lack of titles left for the family to grant him meant Alexander had little to hope for in the way of rulership.
His father was the Duke of Cadrin, and with enough on his plate at the moment, didn’t fill Alexander’s head with any dreams of great power. He was the youngest of eight, after all.
At a very young age, Alexander became fascinated by storybooks of gallant knights fighting fearsome dragons and going on great adventures, read to him every night by a family maid. He loved listening to such tales, as just about every child did. The difference here, however, was that this fascination never ended. As he grew older, the boy still dreamed of becoming a righteous and noble knight when many would begin apprenticeship in their family business.
His father, lacking in military, began sending out requests for knights to enter his service. Several answered the call, one of those being Sir Gabriel. An eccentric and optimistic man, his enthusiasm egging Alexander on to beg his parents to being training to become a knight. His father quickly accepted, knowing he had no real future in politics anyway.
Sir Gabriel trained Alexander well, and soon enough he too was a knight. Leaving for his own home, Alexander found himself in the northern reaches of Geralthin, alone in an admittedly regal manor. Here he began his work.
He went to the army and began doing battle with those that were against the kingdom. Here, near the border, that honor belonged to the wolfmen of the north.
The wolfmen, or Dacuni as they were properly called, were ferocious warriors. Their berserkers went into a mad, mindless frenzy in battle, unconcerned with their own lives and capable of superhuman feats of strength.
Keeping the tribes back at the border was a horrid prospect for a soldier. These were the fiercest foes they would ever have to face, short of dragons.
It was here where Alexander’s career took off however. Given the bloody slog this front was famous for allowed him to shine in battle. The knight slew many a foe, rescued many a soldier, and even took up command on several occasions.
He began to become a leader in these parts, a wise and courageous vanguard against the wolves of the north. Out in the bloodsoaked fields of snow he ran the warriors down, outmaneuvered them and delivered victory after victory, even coming out on top when cut off and surrounded on several occasions.
He was sent south one time as well to quell a religious uprising born of a dark cult. These villains began a quick and bloody takeover of the city they gathered in, and Alexander was part of the force tasked with retaking the city.
A member of a group that broke off from the main force to sneak around the back of the city, he and the rest of the knights managed to force their way inside. Though they threw open the gates, a fierce counterattack forced the main army back, leaving their small strike force completely surrounded in enemy territory.
By the time the army crushed the counterattack and returned, they had been destroyed. All of the knights had fallen but Alexander, who was terribly wounded. For his courage and survival, along with all his past accomplishments, Alexander was honored with the title “Geralthin’s Finest Knight” by King Salign. Despite the fame he won from it, he doesn’t enjoy talking about that day.
Alexander is a quiet and humble man. He knows he is just one, average man, and keeps that in mind wherever he goes. He always hated the infamous caricature of the pompous knight that abuses their power and privileges, and seeks to hold true to the codes of honor they are bound to.
His abilities are fairly average in most respects. He is only as strong and nimble as you’d expect of one who trains and exercises regularly. He isn’t a genius, and he doesn’t hold any magic to his name.
However, he does have his strengths. He is practical and rational, prudent and diligent. He makes good decisions and can explain his reasoning for them well. He is charitable and honest. He hasn’t let his accomplishments get to his head, and takes the advice of others very seriously if it is reasonable. He is highly trained and skilled with the sword and shield, along with the lance. Speaking of the lance, he is an excellent horseman as well, doing most of his fighting atop one.
He is also extremely tough, in body and mind. He’ll get back up as many times as it takes, and his willpower is quite exceptional. If his task is just, he’ll stop at nothing to see it through. He’s crawled through mud and freezing snow for days at a time to reach a soldier behind enemy lines. If he is your enemy, you’d better take him seriously.
His views of non-humans are conflicted. His only exposure to them is from three sources. The shellback doctor of his father’s family who tended to him in his childhood and adolescence, the wolfmen tribes, and the kobold tribes. Up north, he met a young wolfman who became a pathfinder for the humans, his tribe allying with them against a rival tribe. This pathfinder and the doctor were the only good experiences he’s had with non-humans.
The kobolds ambush and raid caravans, putting the citizens in them to the sword. The wolfmen did much the same, only to the army and its soldiers. Because of this, he’s come to the opinion that non-humans are generally wicked. His doctor friend and the pathfinder were the exception, not the rule.
Future events will soon change his opinion on the matter.
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a house built on sand, chapter 1
a bnha fic
Dreams are fickle creatures.
Sometimes the most certain can fall apart at a moment's notice, and sometimes, the most fantastic dreams have a chance of coming true.
Of course, that all depends on the dreamer.
[ao3]
Wake up. Get ready for school. Breakfast. Grab bag, out the door, to the subway station - seven minute walk from home, leaving by 7:38 to catch the 7:47 train, or by 7:54 for the 8:03 in an emergency. Ride twelve stops into the city, disembark eighteen minutes later, eight minute walk to the school gate, or five cutting through the alleyways and running; only in an emergency, though. Get to school at 8:13, 8:26 at the latest, plenty of time before an 8:30 start. After two years of practice, it’s pretty much routine at this point.
Hop out of the train, head down the steps to Main Street. Today was one of those emergencies, but normally that wouldn’t be a problem; sleeping in a bit isn’t usually a crime, especially not if there’s a plan in place to deal with it. What is a crime, though, is robbery, felony assault, and use of quirk to disrupt the peace.
There’s a lot more people in the city square than usual.
There’s definitely a lot more giant shark men terrorizing the city than usual.
It can’t be helped. An attack in the center of town? That’ll definitely make the news, and this close to the train station, public transport is going to grind to a halt until this is dealt with. A perfect excuse to stay and watch to the end.
The notebook, worn heavy with lead etchings, is the thirteenth of its kind. Its margins are filled to the brim, the notes inside cataloguing only the last few months of a long career of observation. Most of the pages are individual profiles, cataloguing up and coming professionals; some are summaries, geographic patterns, strengths and weaknesses; a few, tucked at the back, are theories and gushes penciled by a thoroughly devoted fan. And right now, another blank page is being converted into notes on the scene unfolding that morning.
“You some kind of fanboy, kid?”
They didn’t know. They couldn’t have known.
Didn’t stop it from hurting.
Focus. Back on the scene. Kamui’s a good hero. Obvious weaknesses, but here he’s perfect. Typically, against villains with gigantification, heroes have the advantage of stealth, but it’s hard to leverage that into an actual fight. Here, though, the growing quirk means that not only can he compete on equal footing, but he can do so without compromising that advantage. Best of all, damage to property is likely to be fairly minimal if there’s only one gia--
Two giant people.
Stealing credit is typically frowned upon, but there’s no doubt it gets results. Mt. Lady, she said? It’s definitely worth writing that one down; first impressions are everything, and this one comes in spectacular fashion. A few cursory notes, mostly copied from the page before, before looking up and seeing the crowd beginning to dissipate as the scene calms down.
There will be time for such things later. For now, school.
Sticking to the main roads, but definitely running. More plausible to be late and exhausted than nonchalant. It’s probably hit the news online already, but better to be safe than sorry.
Watch. Time. 8:38. Panic. Calm. It’ll be alright.
Front gate. Main door. Turn left. Second on the right. Brace for impact.
“And what, young man, is the reason for your lateness this morning?”
She hated school days.
It wasn’t her fault. Not really. Not this.
Or.
Let’s back up.
Superpowers.
It’s an evocative word, isn’t it? Conjuring up images of comic book heroes, using unimaginable abilities to defeat evil villains, protecting citizens from terror. And certainly, when there exists power, there are those who seek to use it for the benefit of society, and those who threaten to abuse it. But what the old comics (and she had read many of them) failed to predict was what would happen to everyone else.
A bit further back.
And a bit to the west.
Perfect.
Keikei City, PRC. At the sight of what was once a hospital, now a memorial. She’d heard this story what must have been a hundred times before. There had been no signs during the pregnancy of anything unusual, but complications arose during childbirth. Suddenly, a routine procedure turned into a medical marvel, then a harbinger.
“Bioluminescence: Ability to emit light from body. Certain manifestations allow the user to vary the presence and amount of light emitted, while others are fixed at a constant brightness; no known cases of color variance have been observed. Has potential in rescue situations, but imparts little strength in combat; distinguishing the limitations of a particular user is important before planning counterattacks, as combatting the former is much more difficult than the latter.”
Volume One, Page One. This nameless child wasn’t exactly a superhero, but it made the most sense from her to start from the very beginning and work forward. And so she did; just below this paragraph, underneath a pile of marginal cross-references, follows every known superhero from before her time - a great deal had been lost or was only fragments, but she had put in her research. This first notebook covered the entirety of the history of superpowers, from that first baby to the year she was born, as best as she could figure out. It may have had an odd focus, written in the shaky hand of a nine year old, but to her it was a masterpiece.
And from then on: more of a catalogue than research, but with equivalent rigour. News reports would be carefully copied down and analyzed, maps would be drawn, and when pages from each journal were lined up and read in series, they formed an elegant picture of a career in motion. She undoubtedly had her own personal favorites, but for her this project was vital research; someone reading any single page, though, would be convinced that this must be her favorite hero. Everything was catalogued: wins, losses, powers, weaknesses, who and when and where and why. It had to be.
“Super Strength: As the name implies, a superhuman level of physical strength, though the level varies from user to user. One of the most common quirks, it has obvious utility in combat situations, though its relative predictability makes it easy to counter in many situations. Less obvious is its potential in non-combat situations: in these cases, predictability can serve as a benefit, ensuring reliable rescues compared to heroes with more powerful but more volatile quirks.
“Because this quirk augments normal abilities, rather than creating new ones, it can often be discovered at a relatively late age, including in some who were thought to be Quirkless.”
Sometimes, it was hard not to cry.
Fortunately, as she’d expected, her professor had in fact seen that news broadcast before school started; a few gasps of “Train…… villain…… rush………” was all she needed to explain herself, and he let her off with an understanding nod.
“Anyway, where was I…” he mumbled as she found her way to her desk, dropping her bag next to her and almost collapsing into her chair. “Right. I know the school year is only just beginning, but it’s time we start adjusting ourselves to the future.”
The future. She wondered about this for a moment. How many of her junior high classmates would follow her even as far as high school? She pictured, for a moment, herself as a professional hero, arriving at the scene of a crime to find one of those familiar faces look up at her with no recognition. How strange, she thought, that I know so many people who’ve never met me.
“...entering your third year now,” continued his drone from the front of the class, “so it’s time you start thinking about the responsibility…”
What would my hero name be? she wondered. She wasn’t sure if she was fantasizing or predicting at this point, but either way she was dedicated. Costume? Maybe the finer details weren’t important, but sometimes when the bigger picture seemed impossible to grasp, the details were a small comfort that helped pull her through. Like this one: maybe once she graduated, she’d be able to start over.
“...in choosing your high school for next year.”
Suddenly, a flash of realization. She looked behind and to the right, and saw a blinding grin shine out from the boy in the far back with the spiky blond hair.
“I presume all of you want to become heroes!”
Sometimes, though, the details are what separate a building weathering the storm from one which collapses when the wind hits at just the right angle.
“Katsuki, you’re intending to apply to UA High, is that correct?”
And right now, Izuku Midoriya wanted nothing more than for the rubble of her hopes to somehow, magically, repair itself.
#talking always yes lots of reading#ok to rebagel#bnha#tv: my hero academia#welcome everyone to my new fic#aka: 'izuku is a trans girl and this show is actually good'#this is the first time i've written fiction in nearly ten years i hope it's like. decent#ahbos
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( @shieldarmed liked this for a starter)
Year 4 of the Fourth Age of the Sun. Peace?
That was sought at least, through utopian ideas that had less consistency than a sandcastle. Who would they blame if they were at least trying? An old saying said that "the key to failure is trying to please everyone". So what was this but a waste of time from the beginning? They would never agree, and yet there he was; in a foreign city, of a kingdom hated by his people, walking among the blood that had stained their hands with the blood of his people countless times, just as his ancestors had counterattacked with more violence to the policies of expansion and imperialism. He could not help feeling a chill the previous afternoon when he saw the statue of King Roméndacil II in one of the squares of Osgiliath, with his sword raised to the east, in a gesture that waned between vigilance and offensive.
It was in the Citadel of the Stars that the leaders of the most important kingdoms of Middle-Earth had gathered to try to resolve their differences: to reach a treaty of limits, commercial agreements, military, and non-aggression pacts. There was no longer any Dark Lord to subdue the minds, purposes and wills of those who in the west were called "men of darkness", among whom was the person of the Lôke-Khan. The historical differences and the blood shed among these peoples could not be forgotten from one day to the next and the hatred was still latent in the tongues and the brightness of the eyes of all those present, for there was King Elessar of the Reunited Kingdom and the Prince Imrahil of Dol Amroth, The Black Serpent of Harad and the Prince of the Corsairs and other petty-kings of the south. Of the eastern kingdoms only the Lôke-Khan of the land they called Rhûn was present, while the Khudriag of Khand had sent a representative. Nor was the King of the Riddermark; in his place was his sister, the princess of Ithilien. The Dunledine clans and the Anduin valleys had been absent. But the presence that most bothered the Lôke-Khan was that of the young and inexperienced King Bard II of Dale, whom he tried not to observe, since it had been his hand that had left him without his fatherly figure and his hatred towards the Easterlings burned like a bonfire in winter.
The second session was even worse than the first. The Lôke-Khan Margöz had remained silent for the hour and a half that had lasted, while the kings of the south and the west addressed all sorts of objections and reproaches about the proposal of overseas limits and fishing areas. He went out into the courtyard and breathed, longing for the tranquility of his city, while he raised the sleeves of his scarlet tunic with aureous details. Suddenly he realized that he was not alone, because the princess of Ithilien, representative of the kingdom of Rohan, had been the last to leave the room. Green snakes inspected her figure and noticed above all the prominent dilation of her belly, leading him to separate his lips to spin a question in a broken but understandable Westron.
--- ❝Is it that King Éomer did not have a more adequate replacement to send to this misfortune knowing the condition of his sister? I do not think all this stress will do your pregnancy good, my lady. Congratulations, by the way.❞
#shieldarmed#v: Last Dragon Alive#((Thanks for liking the starter and sorry if this is long#I hope it's okay for you#I burned my neurons trying to think of a coherent scenario in which both characters could cross#but let me know if you want to change something. :) ))
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