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incorrect-natshig · 3 years

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Do you have natshig fic recs? 👀

THIS IS MY NEW FAVOURITE ASK ANON TYSM💗💗✨

putting it under a cut bcs there's a whole lot more than you would've bargained for💖

The Blocked Hooligans by aphrodaisyacs (11.4k, single chapter) prequel

On January 24, Twitter users @diamond_dust404, @jackedfrost and @icespicebaby formed a group chat when they all got blocked by Endeavor’s official Twitter account. After nearly ten months of developing into a chaotic adoptive family of three, it all changes when Jacked Frost (Todoroki Natsuo) and Ice Spice (Todoroki Shouto) accidentally find out that they are brothers in real life. Clearly, the next step is to meet with their third member, right?

wii music by constellore (43k, 7/30 chapters)

If, five years ago, someone told Natsuo that not only was he going to find his long-lost older brother, but that he was also going to learn that his sister’s best friend was a villain, gain a sorta - kinda fake boyfriend in the leader of the League of Villains, and be partially responsible for the redemption of two of the most wanted men in Japan, he would have told them that they were nuts.

luminous things by cirriform (3k, single chapter)

Natsuo teaches Shigaraki how to fold paper cranes.

Bullet Wounds and Book Work by Mishafy (20.6k, ongoing)

Shigaraki Tomura, at Kurogiri's suggestion, joined a med school track to make up for the lack of a party healer. It just so happened that Todoroki Natsuo was taking the same online course.

The Todoroki In-Laws by aphrodaisyacs (30.6k, complete)

Over 10 years after the fight against the Paranormal Liberation Front, Rumi, aka the part-time hero Miruko and the proud wife of one Todoroki Fuyumi, decides it would be an awesome idea to create a groupchat with the significant others of the other Todoroki siblings. Maybe things would be easier if its members weren’t two Pro Heroes, a former one and a rehabilitated villain, but honestly, where’s the fun in that? (chatfic)

Lingering by thyandra (2k, single chapter)

Natsuo sighed, closing the fridge door. He was so immersed in his pointless musings that he didn’t immediately hear the furious buzzing nearby, muffled by a pillow as it was. That is, until the thing fell to the floor—Shigaraki’s phone, Natsuo recognized once he glanced that way. He shouted a call of his name, but only got a muffled grumble back. Shigaraki was no doubt too absorbed in his game to give a fuck about his still buzzing device, and Natsuo- Natsuo hadn’t really meant to catch a glimpse of the screen. (Tomura has Natsuo as his lockscreen. Natsuo finds out.)

Caught Me at a Record Low by nocturnalgf (9.8k, ongoing)

It starts, as many things do, in a dirty alley. Shigaraki is dying, probably, until Natsuo comes to help him. And after that, Natsuo can't keep himself away.

Shigaraki Tomura’s Walkthrough to Infiltrating a University, Getting a Boyfriend, and More by JajaLala (73k, complete)

In order to recruit Dr. Ujiko Daruma, his Sensei's old doctor who fled after his arrest, Shigaraki must infiltrate the university the doctor is now working at. Problem is, even when he and some League members enroll as students, they discover it's almost impossible to meet the doctor unless you're enrolled in his advanced seminar. Fortunately, Shigaraki meets Natsuo, a premed in Dr. Ujiko's seminar, whose trust he must earn to meet the elusive doctor. However, the two of them might have more in common than Shigaraki expects...

Snow Day by Sensationalcrazyna (700 words, single chapter)

Shigaraki hates snow, but he'll go for his boyfriend.

The Todoroki Family is a Disaster™ by Tigers101 (2.7k, single chapter)

The Todoroki family is a disaster, and family dinner is even worse. Or, Fuyumi is going to lose her shit because she's apparently one of the only sane ones.

we will dream of the sea by crumbsfiction (3.6k, single chapter)

It’s a mechanism of self-defense, after all - trying so hard to be liked. If he can gain Tomura’s approval, if he can prove himself to this group, Natsuo will be fine. It will all have been worth it, dragging his name through the mud in search of a ghost. Besides, watching Tomura comes easily - in fact, Natsuo barely has to think about it at all.

Hoodie by MangoQueen (1k, single chapter)

Shigaraki gets cold and Natsuo offers for him to borrow a hoodie

Dear Tomura, I Hate You. Now Let's Play Some Video Games by IDealess_at_this (6.6k, ongoing)

Natsuo finds himself in the library after a terrible family dinner. However, after an unconventional meeting, he also finds himself being held hostage by the worst villain league ever. Getting revenge on his father while helping each member of the dysfunctional family through their struggles in the process doesn’t sound too bad!

and of course my beloved AUs💗

a coin to a crane by bittermoons (22k, 5/10 chapters)

Two ordinary (or so they think) high school students from Tokyo stumble upon another world through their dad’s dojo, leading to all sorts of bizarre consequences when they meet a cosplaying asshole of a kodama—a tree spirit—on the other side. Who knew useless video game knowledge and an unlimited cell phone data plan would come in so handy?

sugar and spice by bittermoons (4.7k, single chapter)

Shigaraki Tomura is a judge who hates soggy bottoms on The Great Japanese Bake-Off. Todoroki Natsuo is a stand-up comedian most famous on the web for making fun of his SO, who he calls 'Tanaka Taro' in all his routines. When Natsuo joins the crew of Bake-Off, online speculation explodes over his relationships with Shigaraki and Taro.

hazy days under august shade with you (it's all like magic to me) by constellore (8k, single chapter)

Natsuo is content living in the small village of Eadu, but when his brother becomes the victim of a curse, he's left scrambling for a way to undo it. Desperate for a cure, he manages to find the mysterious Magician of the Western Mountains—a man who raises far more questions than answers, especially when Natsuo finds himself volunteering to spend the summer in the mountains with him in order to aid him in breaking Touya's curse. Love had never been part of the equation, but between sweltering summer days and conversations in the dead of night, Natsuo can't say that he minds.

Love Comes Slow (and goes so fast) by Tigers101 (14.8k, single chapter)

"I’ve never been enough.” Natsuo's expression darkened. “I’ve always been the failure of a middle child, worthless and alone. I’ve never been anything to anyone." Tenko looked at him, his eyebrows creased in something close to anger. “Well, everyone else can go fuck themselves. You’re everything to me.” (natshig fantasy au + major character death)

Here Be Faeries by cafeanna (5k, single chapter)

“Terrible thing, terrible thing,” The burning man tusked and tisked. “Caught the eye of a Prince, gave a Name, and killed the King. Now he wears a crown of blooded amber and elk horn, and sleeps on a bed of thistle and roses. The King calls him frostbite, willow-boned, and beloved.”

Natsuo Todoroki walked into the woods at the beginning of summer and never came out. A month later, Fuyumi and Shouto are left in the aftermath of a missing person’s case and a growing fear of the place they grew up.

Know That You Love Me (even when I lose my head) by Tigers101 (1.5k, single chapter)

“I hate you.” Tenko grinned. “No, I really don’t think that’s the case. You wouldn’t have saved me from homework if that were the case.” (natshig roleswap au)

#fair warning but some of these are also dabihawks if that's not your cup of tea #feel free to add more!!<33 #i had to physically hold myself back from adding more hhh #this is long enough as it is #this gave me a good excuse to reread all my favourite fics💗#h2g i owe fanfic authors my life^^#thanks for the ask!!#not a quote #fic recs✨

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nevermindirah · 3 years

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Dorothy Freeman facts

By facts I of course mean headcanons, because Nile's mom doesn't get a first name in canon (or even confirmation that her last name is Freeman). All we know about her is the picture on Nile's phone lock screen (which is Kiki Layne's real-life mom and brother!) and a few lines that Nile tells Andy about her. I’ve been collecting my Dorothy headcanons for a while now to eventually make a post, and @mprosperossprite‘s excellent post giving non-Americans context for what it means that Nile is from the South Side of Chicago prompted me to go ahead and share this. Disclaimer that I’m white and I will absolutely make corrections if it’s pointed out that I’ve caused harm with any of this.

So here have some fun facts about the version of Mama Freeman who lives in my head rent-free:

Her family and growing up:

she was born in the mid-'60s and named after Dorothy Dandridge

I can’t decide whether she was born in Chicago or moved there later on (maybe with Nile’s dad?) and when in the waves of the Great Migration her family left the South

she came of age in the "post"-Civil Rights movement and went to college in the mid-80s when a lot of what are now the foundational classics of Black feminism were being written

she was a young adult when Anita Hill risked so much to report that a Supreme Court nominee had sexually harassed her, and as a result she HATES Joe Biden

Marriage and babies:

she met Nile's father — I can’t decide how they met and I have two competing headcanons for his name, either Gideon for the hefty Biblical masculinity vibes (Giddy for short among family, that man loved to laugh) or Carl, which started out as a shitty Carl’s Jr burger chain joke that turns out to be perfect (it means free man!), and @knoepfchen used it in the sequel to if you do take a thief where Carl is alive!! — and Dorothy was a little skeptical of his near-religious devotion to the military but he was really hot and really devoted to her and they made it work

she's a little pissed that she was right but it's unbearable if she thinks about it too often

it's going to be a long, long time before she can look back on pictures of Baby Nile stomping around the house in her dad's combat boots (this is a Gina Prince Bythewood headcanon, whyyyyyyyy can I not find a link to where she said this)

she named their second baby Indus, Indy for short (this is nearly as established fanon in Book of Nile circles as how much Booker loves eating pussy, and Indy Freeman as a young adult is portrayed by either Aldis Hodge or John Boyega I don’t make the rules)

Work:

Dorothy did some office jobs but nothing really grabbed her, and she was probably gonna have to move for her husband's career, so she decided on teaching — high school humanities

she’s been active in CTU (one of the strongest teacher’s unions in the US) her whole career and one year she was on the bargaining committee and her babies know damn well never to trust a boss, not even one who says all the right things — if she ever finds out the way Nile said "like Quynh?" when Andy promised to protect her, she will lose her mind with pride

(Nile was 18 and freshly graduated from high school in 2012 when CTU went on strike for the first time in a generation and she brought her mom snacks on the picket line)

one of her very favorite things is getting her students to laugh despite themselves at her "oh my GOD you're so EMBARRASSING" old-people jokes

she's one of those teachers who can get 30+ teenagers to go dead silent with judicious application of body language

she's known to occasionally go easy on grading subjective things like essays when she knows students are having a particularly rough time at home, but the second she gets the feeling they're taking advantage and not trying their best that shit is over and they better mind their Ps & Qs

she's the kind of person who says old-people shit like that

she gives her students assignments like "help 5 neighbors register to vote" and "write a compare/contrast table about the candidates in this local election" and "research 5 different ways you could get grant money to do X" and other practical civic-minded shit

standardized testing is her supervillain origin story, just kidding it’s Rahm Emanuel, why the fuck did Obama trust that asshole

After her husband died:

she would have lost her goddamn mind if it weren't for her church friends after her husband died, people from the church raised money so they could make ends meet while his pension paperwork was taking forever, church friends watched Indy so Nile could go out for the soccer team, etc etc

she sold her and her late husband's house and moved to a 3-bedroom co-op unit when Nile started high school, it's more affordable and it meant she didn't have to worry about household repairs in the same way, she can use a wrench if she needs to but she doesn't have time and it just makes her grief flare up (co-op housing has a long history in Chicago and other US cities (like Washington DC where I live) as a way for Black people to access decent, affordable housing in the face of entrenched discrimination)

the move meant putting a longer commute between her and church, but she didn't even bother looking for a church closer to their new home, she loaded the kids into the car on the weekends, parking is hell in their new neighborhood but it's worth giving up a hard-won parking spot to not have to wait so long for the L on Sunday mornings

Indy lived with her through college and he was gearing up to get his own place when Nile died, Dorothy was planning to move into a one-bedroom in the co-op building because she doesn't need so much space anymore, Indy took a day off from his new job (not so new anymore, her baby's so grown!) to help her sort things to donate when those dress-uniform Marines came to their door

part of her wishes she could've been home more and not had to rely on Nile so much for help with Indy, but he's turned out such a kind young man, and he's a much better cook than his sister is (was, oh God — no wait, is! she’s alive! what do you mean you’ve been alive all this time??)

some of the girls from church are encouraging her to check out this social dancing thing, nobody's pressuring her to date but there's definitely been some ribbing, and with Indy out of the house... maybe? probably not, but maybe

Her feelings and beliefs and likes and dislikes:

she's an absolute badass and also she's a soft human woman with lots of feelings

she's very, very traditional in some ways, and part of her mixed feelings about Nile following in her dad's footsteps is gender stuff, she's proud of her daughter and would never stand in the way of what Nile wants to do with her life, and if Nile came home and told her she's a lesbian she would never reject her, but if Nile came home and told her she's bisexual maybe she can just try focusing on men? “I love you sweetheart and I want you to be happy I just know how hard it is already for us in this world” type shit

she has been on team natural hair basically her entire life and one of the worst fights she and Nile ever had was over Nile wanting to straighten her hair as a pre-teen

Indy takes more after her and Nile takes more after their dad, she's so proud of both of them, but Dorothy's activism was mostly wearing her natural hair to work and daring bosses to give her shit, Indy's out there marching in the streets like her parents had and she WORRIES

she teases Indy for going to so many protests like he's using it as an excuse to meet girls, but she WORRIES

when she turns 60, she gets box braids with streaks of dark purple, subtle enough that it's still work-appropriate but it makes her smile, she may be old now but damnit she’s still pretty!

she loves Grey's Anatomy and Star Trek and she watched Bridgerton all in one day

she has a dirty-old-lady celebrity crush on Chris Hemsworth

if she's ever masturbated thinking about Donna Summer, well, that's nobody's business but her own (do non-Americans know about the queen of disco??)

If you want to read fic featuring Dorothy:

I won't have to leave alone, 1000 words, Nile has a nightmare and decides to go tell her family she's immortal

I See Your Eyes Seek a Distant Shore, 65k, Nile adjusts to immortality and does a lot of soul searching about what it means to "do what we think is right", Booker goes to grad school for trauma studies, the working title of this fic was Booker Reads Edward Said and Gloria Anzaldúa and Goes Down on Nile and the final product has an annotated bibliography in the author's notes if you’re into that kind of thing, a lot of my Dorothy Freeman headcanons were born of my process writing this

Gather round the table, we'll give you a treat, 2279 words, college AU, Nile brings her Jewish boyfriend home for Christmas

a contribution I made to Shitty Old Guard Deaths: (Booker, USA, 2025, cause of death: a mother’s righteous wrath)

#nile freeman #nile's family #dorothy freeman #tog headcanons #tog meta #mine #long post

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nothing-more-than-hot-leaf-juice · 4 years

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Zutara. My otp since I first watched as a 10 year old in 2005. Hopefully you'll be kind to them 😉 I'm convinced they'll be cannon in the live action 😅

Alright... *starts digging grave*, I think Katara and Zuko have a wonderful platonic relationship and for them to have a romantic relationship would (1) undermine Zuko’s redemption arc and (2) undermine the found family aspect of their friendship. I don’t have an issue with anyone who ships Zutara and I do not engage in shipping drama, but I think their platonic relationship is too damn important to favor a romantic relationship I don't really think has chemistry.

Personally, I have never gotten romantic vibes from them like... at all? I think the progression of their friendship was important in terms of the show’s themes of forgiving those who deserve it and finding support in people you least expect, but I just don’t get chemistry from them. I’ve always been a Kataang fan but how I feel about Zutara has nothing to do with that. Avatar is one of those shows where I would have been totally fine with it ending with no romantic pairings because the found family aspect of it is so much more powerful.

If anyone has spent 5 seconds on my blog, you know that Zuko is my favorite character and I think he deserves nothing but love and support after all the shit he went through. But a big aspect of why I care about him as a character is that he put the work in to make amends. He didn’t just show up one day saying “I’ve seen the error of my ways, sorry for all the stuff I did, I’m good now” and that was that. He had to work for forgiveness and he did it because he realized the fire nation was wrong, his father was wrong, and he was wrong. His decision to switch sides had nothing to do with any connection with the gaang because he didn’t really know them. His decision to switch sides stemmed from 3 very important things:

(1) He felt guilty not for betraying Aang and Katara in Ba Sing Se, but Iroh. He realized his uncle was the person who had given him unconditional love while Azula and Ozai’s “love” for him was entirely dependent on his ability to provide them results. From this guilt, he was able to realize that his uncle had made the right decision in siding with the Avatar and more importantly, that Ozai was wrong and that all the abuse he endured under him was undeserved.

(2) His experiences in the Earth Kingdom as a refugee. This post explains it really well, but Zuko’s realization that everything he’s believed about the Fire Nation has been wrong is rooted in his moment of empathy with Song and her matching burn scar, his empathy with Lee who lost his brother like Zuko lost Lu Ten, his empathy with Jet who lost his way going to extremes for a cause, and, yes, his empathy with Katara who’s mother was taken from her by the Fire Nation like his was. The reason he switches sides is because after all of those experiences, he can no longer be callous or unfeeling towards the Earth Kingdom like his father or sister. The people of the Earth Kingdom either empathized with him for the pain he went through and appreciated him for his desire to help the helpless (Song, Lee, Jet) or feared and hated him for being part of a country that caused their suffering (Lee, Lee’s mom, Jet, Katara). Throughout season 2, Zuko realized the extent of what the war meant for the other side.

(3) The realization of the extents his father would go to and the truth about Ozai’s amorality. This point is kind of just the culmination of everything in the last two points, but all that set up comes to fruition when Zuko attends the war meeting where Ozai decides to use Sozin’s Comet to commit genocide. By this point he’s racked with guilt over what he did to Iroh, he’s empathized with people who have suffered and is coming to terms with the fact that it’s not only the people of the earth kingdom that have unnecessarily suffered because of Ozai, but him as well. In that meeting, he expresses adoration for the Earth Kingdom being proud and strong and Ozai’s response is to burn it to the ground. It’s the same treatment he gave Zuko at the Agni Kai when he stuck to his morals and refused to fight and was met with abject cruelty. At that meeting, Zuko realizes that his father is wrong and that he was always wrong. He realizes that millions of people will suffer at the hands of this man who is so incredibly wrong and lacking in empathy.

SO, keeping all that in mind. His redemption arc doesn’t stop when he switches sides, it keeps going as he makes individual amends with Aang, Sokka, and Katara. It keeps going as he learns from the dragons, as he chooses what he believes in over his girlfriend, as he risks his life to protect the gaang from Azula, and as he tries to help Aang, Sokka, and Katara find emotional closure in different aspects. He helps Aang overcome his fear of firebending. He helps Sokka regain his honor. And he helps Katara address her grief regarding her mother’s death. These four episodes are some of the best in the series because it’s not just Zuko working to make amends because he wants them to trust him, but it’s him empathizing with their trauma, their guilt, and their fear of failure because he’s been there.

Alright, that’s a whole essay regarding why Zuko’s redemption arc works, now what does this have to do with Zutara? Here’s the deal: if any aspect of Zuko’s decisions for his redemption were influenced by romantic attraction to Katara, it would undermine the meaning of his choices for him. He made the choices to be better because he empathized with a nation of people who needlessly suffered. He made the choices to be better because he learned to cut himself off from the need to please his abusive father and accept the unconditional love of his uncle. His choice to help Katara find her mother’s murderer stemmed from empathy and his desire to be better than the people who hurt him and hurt others. The reason Katara’s resentment towards him hurt him so much was because he was trying so hard to be better than the people that were feared and hated. Katara treated him like Lee’s mom and Jet did when they realized he was a firebender (that being said, Katara was justified since Zuko’s decision to side with Azula resulted in the fall of Ba Sing Se and nearly resulted in Aang’s death), and he didn’t want to be that person. He didn’t want to be hated or feared anymore and he was willing to do anything to move past being viewed like that. So Katara’s decision to finally forgive him? It’s the point where she realizes he’s able to empathize with her over his mother’s death where her mother’s killer could not. She realized that he was different and had changed because he put the work in. And that’s huge for his redemption, not for any kind of forming relationship because that’s not the point.

Now, concerning the whole found-family aspect I love so much? Zutara as a romantic pairing would undermine the beauty of Zuko’s ability to find a loving, supportive group of people that he was missing his entire life. Katara does not work as a romantic partner for Zuko because she works as his replacement sister. The fact is that Zuko’s actual family experience was founded on fear and not love, but the idea of “usefulness”. Zuko and Azula were only valued by Ozai so much as they were useful to him, which is why he favored (not loved) Azula, she was useful to him and Zuko wasn’t until he “slayed the Avatar”. Iroh (and Ursa for a time) was the only person who showed him unconditional love and support, but that wasn’t enough to snap him out of the need to please Ozai. Zuko rooted his entire self worth in what his family thought of him and engaged in very self-destructive behavior throughout season 1 to prove himself because he “didn’t want [his] father to think [he was] worthless”. Even throughout season 3, he still thinks that his uncle’s love for him is conditional (”my uncle hates me I I know it”) until he’s proven otherwise because that’s what he’s been taught. So him joining the gaang, that’s the first time in his life he’s really met with the concept of people liking him for himself, not for his ability to be useful (his family, Jet) or because they think he’s someone he’s not (Song, Lee, Jin). He’s met with friendship: people making fun of him in a playful way instead of tearing down his insecurities and vulnerabilities (”mind if I watch you too jerks do your jerkbending?” “so all we need to do is make Zuko angry, that should be easy enough”, “look, it’s baby Zuko!”, “actually I think [the play portrayal] is pretty spot-on”), people trying to help him fix his problems (”you need to go back to the original source”) instead of making him feel weak for not being able to solve those problems in the first place, and showing him express appreciation and encouragement (”you’re pretty smart”, “to Zuko, who knew after all the times he tried to snuff us out, today he’d be our hero”, “I’m going with Zuko!”). And that’s so. Damn. Important for his ability to heal after how he was treated for his entire life. He’s introduced to the idea that people want him to be around and they want to include him in their circle for being him. Up until the finale, he doesn’t know if he’ll be able to reconcile with Iroh or if Iroh will accept his forgiveness, but these people have given him a home in their group and he’s not afraid or insecure around a group of people for the first time in his life.

And that’s why Katara has to be the one to defeat Azula: because Azula couldn’t be the sister Zuko had and Katara could be. It’s a tragedy that Zuko and Azula were driven apart by Ozai pitting them against each other, the corruption of firebending throughout the ages so it’s regarded for its power rather than its energy, and Azula’s own insecurities and fears of losing power because, like Zuko once did, she only considers herself to be worth anything so long as she’s better than him. The abuse he endured had an effect on her to because so long as she saw that Ozai’s “love” for Zuko was conditional, that meant that his “love” for her was conditional as well (”you can’t treat me like Zuko!”). Zuko and Azula could never support each other and they could never trust each other in the way that Sokka and Katara could. They wouldn’t sacrifice anything for each other because they were conditioned to survive, to leave behind the lesser sibling in order to get ahead. But at the Agni Kai, Zuko jumps in front of the lighting for Katara because unlike Azula, she has supported him since she forgave him and is there to back him up. She thinks he can be Firelord and she thought his uncle could forgive him in a way that Azula just never could. And that’s why Katara has to be the one to defeat Azula. Not because of any romantic attraction for Zuko, but because he’s protected Aang and Sokka and her and Toph and their little found family. It’s because he’s one of them. So in that moment where Azula is defeated, screaming and sobbing because she’s lost and that means that she’s the weaker sibling, she’s gone and it’s tragic. Zuko looks upon her and he wishes it didn’t have to be like this, but it is and it’s tragic. It didn’t have to be how it was but it did and it was awful and Azula is left broken, hating her brother with murderous fury. But he’s not alone.

He has a new sister who will protect him and fight for him when he’s lost his own.

(addition: I want to make it clear that this does not mean I think Azula is irredeemable. Her actions and outlook are 100% a product of Ozai’s abuse, as I explained. I do not think that’s she’s beyond redemption, but by the finale she was still a villain and her goal was still to kill her brother so she could be Firelord. That’s not to say that she couldn’t have eventually healed and been able to reconcile with him, but by the final Agni Kai that’s not where their relationship was. The fact that she and Zuko had a toxic relationship was not her fault, but they still had a toxic relationship built on distrust and competition where Zuko and Katara’s friendship was built on support and protection. I am entirely sympathetic towards Azula, but just because she was redeemable doesn’t mean she was redeemed and just because there was potential for her and Zuko to eventually have a better relationship doesn’t mean that they did by the end of the series.)

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lena-in-a-red-dress · 3 years

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Notting Hill AU Snippet #5

Lena's waiting for her by the time Kara comes down to the lobby. Her vest has been traded for a velour coat in maroon, nearly matching the color of her lips. Her hair, last seen flattened by the horror of facing an impromptu press junket, is revitalized and styled into 1940s waves. Kara smiles at the sight of her, and the way Lena's entire countenance seems to warm at the sight of her.

Unsure of the dresscode for the night, Kara had settled for a satin paisley button down, made more casual by braiding her hair across her head in a crown. She'd debated taking it down as soon as she'd finished, but when Lena doesn't make a crack about her looking like a swiss miss, Kara's glad she left it.

They take a cab from the hotel, and though the conversation is stilted, Kara can tell that Lena's nervous. When they finally arrive, Lena pauses them at the doorway, and levels a solemn look at Kara.

"There's just one thing you need to know before we go in," she says.

Kara stares at her. "Which is?"

"I am so, so sorry."

With that, the door bursts open and a large form comes barreling out to swallow Lena in a giant bear hug.

"There you are!" the figure growls playfully, resolving into a bald, broad-shouldered man in a button down with the sleeves rolled up and a frilly pink apron.

"Can't... breathe..."

"Yeah, yeah, likely story." Kara presumes the man is Lena's brother, confirmed when he releases Lena only to trap her in a headlock and give her a knuckle rub. "And who's the poor hapless prey you're impressing this time, huh?"

The man stops short at the sight of Kara.

"Holy shitting fuck."

Kara braces, but then the man blinks and the moment passes, his attention returning to his prisoner, who extricates herself with a sigh and a shove against his shoulder, smoothing her ruffled hair.

"Kara, this is my prat of an older brother, Lex. Lex, this Kara. My date."

"Pleased to meet you, Miss Date. Come in, come in, you're letting all the wonderful smells out!"

He ushers them all inside, and while he's right the house is filled with smells, not all of them are wonderful. There's mish mash of aromatic spices that Kara detects, but there's an undercurrent of something just slightly burnt wafting beneath it all that makes Kara concerned for the unattended stove.

Before she can worry further, a woman comes bustling in, tall and gorgeous. "Lena, darling, it's so lovely to see you."

Kara watches Lena melt into a smile that makes Kara's heart skip a beat. "Hello, Drea. Glad to see my brother hasn't poisoned you yet."

"Oh, hush," the woman, Drea, responds giving Lena a kiss on both cheeks. "Of all the vices he could have, his passion for bad cooking is one I can live with."

Drea's gaze then turns to Kara, and while Kara can see the moment recognition hits, the woman covers it graciously with a smile and an outstretched hand. "Hi, I'm Andrea. Andrea Rojas."

"Kara," she responds, well noting the way the woman rolls her Rs and speaks like words are honey. No wonder Lena melted. "Thank you so much for having me. Your home is lovely."

And it is. Where Lena's flat is cluttered and marked with signs of both age and use, Lex's rowhouse is clean and modern, full of smooth lines and cool colors. She suspects Andrea Rojas had something to do with that, judging from her silk blouse and pencil skirt, accented with classy jewelry.

"Thank you so much," Andrea returns, "you're too kind. Here, can I get you something to drink before my husband's cooking ruins your sense of taste completely?"

"I'm telling you," Lex cuts in, offended, "this one is the winner winner chicken dinner!"

Kara laughs, and just like that, the ice is broken. She relaxes, but sticks close to Lena, reveling in the easy comfort that fills the home. It feels... nice. Real. Unlike anything she's had in the past ten years.

She has a sister. But her sister is also her manager, and Kara can't remember the last time she and Alex just sat and talked like this, trading jokes and playful barbs around the dinner table. Even when Lena's roommate Querl and his girlfriend Nia arrive, the atmosphere remains easy and warm.

Kara's defenses relax, until it comes time to fight over the last brownie for dessert.

"And the last one goes as a prize to the poorest sod here."

"Ooh!" Nia chirps. "Hand it over!"

"Oh please!" the table choruses. Someone throws a wadded up paper napkin at Nia, who bats it away.

"Come on!" she exclaims. "Just look at me! I'm fresh out of art school with zero prospects, zero job, and I'm dating this guy." She jabs a thumb at Querl, prompting a round of laughter even as Querl doesn't seem to register the playful insult.

"Well," he says, "I've been making a fool of myself asking for grants from an institution with no imagination and no desire to seek the answers of the universe!"

"Weak!" Lena boasts. "I've got a shop so deep in the red I'm practically swimming in it, and my last girlfriend of five years left me for her male yoga instructor saying her experimentation phase was done."

That shocks Kara. Her gaze flickers to Lena, and despite the veneer of good humor, she can see the hurt underneath. Five years isn't an experimentation by any stretch of the mind. To be told that's all it was... Lena's entire world must have been turned upside down.

Still, Andrea Rojas isn't a woman to be beat.

"Well, how about being told in no unequivocable terms by your boss that there's no way to make partner unless you fuck him?" There's a bitterness in her voice that makes the table go quiet. "And on top of wondering what you've been doing with the last ten years of your life, you find out you've given those assholes your best egg laying years because now, suddenly, your doctor says you're too old to have children?"

Kara shoots a look around the table, as does Lena. Their eyes meet in the middle, before Lex wordlessly hands over the plate.

"Hey!" Kara blurts. "What about me?"

"What about you?" Nia retorts irreverently. "You think YOU deserve the brownie to saddest sod?"

"Well, I'd at least like a shot at it."

"Okay," Lena returns blithely. "But you're going to have to work for it. It's a very good brownie."

Kara nods. "Sure. My earliest memory is being spanked by my mother for ruining a take by crying. I've slept with a director for a role I didn't get anyway, and I've been on a diet for my entire acting career, meaning that this is my first time eating a brownie. Ever."

A beat of silence follows.

"Well, shit," Nia quips. "Give the woman all the brownies, then."

Just like that, the suddenly somber atmosphere lifts back to its previous humor, as Querl adds his own two cents. "I life without brownies is a life not worth living."

"Cheers to that, bro," Lex concurs, lifting his glass before chugging it.

Kara savors her brownie in small bites, trying not to blush under Lena's gentle gaze.

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hogwartsmarvelmommy · 3 years

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Fallout of the century 🌑💔

Part 5

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Warnings: None this is like pure fluffy goodness.

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This is the end. I hope you enjoyed this, i know i did.

I stood smoothing out the front of the dress in the full length mirror. Nikki was behind me adjusting the strings on the corset. “Is it too tight darling?” she asked me.

“It's perfect,” I told her, a smile on my face that had not faded at all since I woke up that morning.

“You look so pretty mummy,” Rosie exclaimed running towards me in her little gold dress.

“Thank you baby. Can I fix this?” I asked her, gesturing to the back of her dresses that she had sloppily tried to tie up. She nodded and turned around for me to fix it.

“Grandma, doesn't mummy look pretty?” she asked Nikki.

“She looks gorgeous, she does,” Nikki said, kissing her on the top of her head, and giving me a smile.

“We're ready,” my coworker and close friend Lindsey told me. I looked myself over in the mirror once more before heading to the garden.

We had chosen to have a small ceremony, just our families and our closest friends, which somehow still ended up being sixty plus people. The Hollands had gone out of there way decorating the outside of their house, transforming the garden into a fairy tale like scene, it looked straight out of a movie.

I watched as the bridesmaids and groomsmen made their way down the aisle. I looked up to see Tuwaine waiting for me, his arm ready to take mine as he led me down the aisle to the man I was about to marry.

“Thank you for doing this,” I whispered.

“Are you kidding? I am honored,” and with that we began to walk to the slightly crowded garden.

As soon as I stepped out of the door, my eyes met his. He stood tall, his hair freshly cut, but still curly on top of his head. The sun was shining just right, making his hair shine an even more vibrant hue of red than usual. He looked stunning in the black suite that he wore with the pop of a gold tie. He smiled at me, a smile I had seen so many times before, but it felt as though I was seeing it for the first time ever. The closer I got the more his features came into focus, his warm brown eyes held a shimmer of gold and his freckles that were scattered on his face seemed to make him look even more handsome. I glanced at his birthmark on the corner of his mouth that I had fallen in love with. I stopped about four feet away from him, My heart nearly stopping as I saw him, having to catch his breath as he looked me over.

He stepped forward grabbing my hand as I joined him on the little step the boys had built for today.

With my hand in his we stood side by side as Sam stood in front of us ready to officiate the special day.

“Hi,” Sam spoke, grabbing his little leather notebook from his pocket. “I'm a little nervous, so bare with me,” He mumbled. He glanced up to me and I gave him a comforting smile.

“Are you ready for this? Mrs.Holland?” Harry whispered in my ear while his twin scrambled to start the ceremony.

“As ready as I was the first time Mr.Holland,” I whispered back Squeezing his hand tightly.

“OK, We have gathered her today, well i mean i think we all know why we're here, am i right?” he asked lightheartedly.

There was a wave of laughs from behind where Harry and I stood and I could instantly see Sam relax.

“So when my brother and y/n asked me to do this, I was excited, until I started looking into it. Way too much effort, but regardless I did all that I had to, to make sure at the end of the day these to actually get married,” he winked at me, knowing something all the others didn't, before continuing. “Harry and Y/N are the kind of people who just clicked upon meeting, everything between them happened nearly effortlessly, and though there was a time when we were not sure we'd see this day, i think i speak for everyone when i say, i'm glad it's finally here,” Sam looked over to Tom who reached into his pocket, grabbing a folded up paper and handed it to Harry. “I'm going to let them share their vows, and then we will get to it,” Sam stepped back as Harry turned to face me. He unfolded the paper in his hand and looked up to my face, giving me one last smile.

“Y/N Y/L/N, I’m standing here today, in front of you not knowing what tomorrow holds, not knowing where we will end up in the years to come, but knowing whatever and wherever it is, i want to be by your side.” he took a deep breath as he crumpled the page and shoved it into his pocket, flashing me his boyish smile. “I've always known this day would come, nothing we ever went through made me think otherwise. In the end it would always be us, I'm just glad it was sooner than later, I'll love you everyday for the rest of my life, the good and bad days. And I can't wait forever with you,” He grabbed my hands, lifting one to his mouth and kissing it. I turned to look at Harrison who was standing directly behind me. He handed me the note cards and I turned back to Harry.

“Harry Robert Holland, where to begin? I feel Like I've loved you all my life. I've known we were made for each other since that day in the pub when you bought me a drink. I've always admired you, the love you give, the care you offer, the way you are with Rosie. I'm not entirely sure how I became so lucky to have you in my life, but here we are. Today, tomorrow, forever.” I turned back to Harrison giving him back the cards and then nodding at Sam, who quickly stepped back up.

“Alright, are you guys ready for this?” He asked us. We both nodded. “OK, Harry, are you ready to spend the rest of your days with Y/N?”

“I am,” Harry responded.

“And are you ready to spend the rest of your days putting up with my brother?” Harry swatted at Sam who jumped back laughing.

“Every day of my life,” I said, squeezing Harry's other hand.

“OK, then by the power vested in me, by a sketchy website I found on the internet, I now pronounce you married. You can kiss now.” And neither of us needed to be told twice. Harry pulled me into his arms, pushing our lips together in a deep passionate kiss. There were cheers from behind us that the intensity of the kiss drowned out. It was like no one was there, nothing mastered, except for us, and this moment.

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We sat at the table, enjoying watching everyone have a good time when Harrison stood up and started to clink his spoon to his glass.

“I'd like everyone's attention,” He started smiling at Harry and I “As the Man of Honor, I have prepared a rather lengthy and emotional speech. So, sit down and get the tissues ready,” there was a rumbling of laughter from everyone as he pulled out some note cards. “So, about ten years ago. A girl met a boy in a pub, and slowly they fell in love. The kind of love that changes you, and teaches you. The kind of love that is hard, and dirty, and not always beautiful. These two kids met at the young age of 18, never experiencing life before, and decided then and there, to experience it together. And it was a journey. These two, they absolutely destroyed each other,” Harrison glanced at us, to see us both shocked at his speech. “But it was a necessary destruction. There were mistakes made, secrets kept, and lives that had not been lived. They spent a total of two and half years apart before finding their way back to each other. Y/N traveled for a year, tending to the less fortunate, and living out a lifelong dream. While Harry became a dad to little Rosie Holland, and became one of the best men i have ever met. These two went through the fallout of the century, just to become even stronger in the end. I am blessed to be a part of their story. To have been there from the beginning, and seeing it through to, not the end, but the newest chapter. I love you both, and I wish you a lifetime of love and happiness, Y/N (peanut) Holland, and Harry Holland, congratulations.” The crowd erupted in cheers and applause as Harrison raised his glass before downing his glass of champagne. There was barely any time before Tom stood up, clinking his knife to his glass.

“I did not prepare a long emotional speech, but I do have a few things to say,” He patted Harry on the shoulder before pulling out a page, with a speech obviously written on it, causing me to erupt in a fit of laughter. “Okay, okay. Settle down everyone. I met y/n about a month before Harry. Sorry buddy,” He winked at his brother, who just groaned and shook his head. “And I knew there was something about her, and looking back, I realized how much she reminded me of my younger brother here. So it was no surprise when I started seeing her more, on my brother's arm out at the pubs. Which soon became family dinners, and game nights, and soon she became a part of our group, even went as far to steal my best friend Harrison from me, Not cool nutty, not cool. But things seemed to go so easily, and then after they broke up, it felt like a piece of our group chipped away, neither of them made any of us choose sides, but with such an ugly break up it became a little ugly. So when I tell you how relieved I was when these two got back together, I'm not exaggerating. I'm so glad to call you my sister, and I'm so glad for my brother to call you his wife. You two were made for each other, and I love you both.” The crowd started to cheer again at the close of Tom's speech, and it was time for Harry and I to speak.

Harry stood up and lifted his arms for everyone to be quiet. “I want to thank you all for coming today, um it is true, that this day has been a long time coming and the journey here was a long one. But it was worth every sleepless night, every fight, every little thing it took to get here, it was all worth it. I've known since the day I met this girl, I wanted to be her husband, and despite everything, that never changed. We were kids when we met, and we quickly became young and dumb in love, not realizing what forever meant, and now sitting here today, i wouldn't change a thing, because at the end of the day, i still got to marry her, no matter what stupid things i may have done, or not done. I love you so much, Peanut, and I'll never stop loving you, as long as I live.” I stood up, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him into a kiss, in front of all our friends and families.

I let go of him and gave him a smile before turning to everyone in front of us, “I, um, we have a confession to make,” I looked to Harry who nodded, looking at me in awe. “We did not get married today, this was all a show that we put on, for us and for you,” There was a wave of gasps and ‘whats?’ from everyone. “I know, I know. I do have a very good explanation though,” I took a deep breath before continuing, “So as many of you know, or all of you, Harry has a little girl, Little Rosie. She's the sweetest little peanut I've ever laid my eyes on, and I've known her since the day she was born, and for the past three years, I have stepped up and into the role of her mom, since the biological one walked away and sighed her away. I have been there for every little thing since then, making sure she knew that she had me forever. I have kissed every boo boo, mended every broken heart over the silly things her five year old self gets upset over, and I have become so much more than just her dad's girlfriend. She knows that I didn't give birth to her, and she knows that she does have a mom out there somewhere, we have never hid that from her, and about seven months ago she had asked if I would be her mom. Which was an emotional thing for me, I was wrecked, like a blubbering, sobbing, snotty mess. So Harry and I started to talk about me potentially adopting her, and there were a few hoops we had to jump through before being able to do it. One of which was to be married. So about five and a half months ago we went to the court house and got married, and then started the adoption process. Which is also what influenced us to buy the house. So we have been married for almost six months.” I looked around at all the shocked faces, some seemed to be more accepting of the news than others. I had known that this was probably going to be the reaction to this news, so I wasn't surprised.

“You look nervous,” Harry said as we stood in the hallway of the courthouse.

“What if they don’t think I'm good enough to be her mom?” I blurted out, causing Harry to smile at me.

“Lovie, i don't care what the court says, you are Rosie’s mom, More so than Olivia ever was. You stepped up after Olivia left, before we had even considered getting back together, you taught me how to do her hair, and how to make her favorite foods, you babysat her countless times while I was at work late or had to run errands, with no expectation. Just because you loved her enough to be there, for her, for us.” he leaned in and placed a soft kiss on my nose as the courtroom door opened.

“Case of Rosie Holland,” The man said. You stood straight up adjusting your skirt looking at Harry.

“Lets go get your name on that birth certificate, yeah?” He whispered as he led me into the room.

“We're sorry for misleading any of you,” Harry said, squeezing my side. “But we still wanted the ceremony, despite us already being married, and we wanted all of you here for the announcement,” He stopped and looked at me, raising his brows waiting for me to speak.

“As of three weeks ago, I am Officially Rosie Holland's mom,” I grabbed the amended birth certificate that had my name in the space where it said mother and handed it to Tom to hand to his mother.

“Well i think we could cheers to that,” Harrison announced “Let's get the bride and new mom a glass of champagne,”

“That's actually not the end of the announcement,” Harry spoke up. Causing everyone to grow quiet again. Harry reached over, placing one hand on your belly before continuing. “We thought Rosie could use a sibling.” There was an almost in sync gasp from everyone around us before the cheering began again. “Little Stanley Holland will be here in about six months,” I watched Tom as Harry said that, his eyes grew wide before glossing over.

“Really?” He choked out.

“Really, really,” I told him.

The night went on, everyone partied and enjoyed the food, ushering the two of you off at the end of the night to your honeymoon. we arrived home grabbing your pre-packed bags and heading for the airport to board your flight. The flight itself was fine, and by the time we landed in Hawaii I had been asleep most of the flight.

“Lovie, we're here,” Harry whispered, bringing me out of my sleep, it seemed with life growing inside my belly all i ever wanted to do was eat and sleep.

“I'm hungry,” I groaned as I got up from the seat. He led me from the plane and into the airport.

“What do you want to eat?” He asked me.

I stared at him for a minute before answering “A peanut butter sandwich,”

“Of course you do,” He laughed rubbing my barely swollen belly.

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because-im-write · 4 years

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The Beloved Big Sister of 1-7, feat the Beloved Number Five

5/7 1 2 3 4 “Luther was always awkward around X. She was too straight forward for him, his tendency to shy away and take the quick routes out never went well with her. But he used to try... try and be strong like her. In the end if made them closer than any of us thought they would be.” -Vanya

Five knocked on the door to what was once Ben’s room. He made a good guess. X’s sleepy voice came through the door.

‘What?’

‘I’m going out, you’re coming with me,’ he said, leaning on the wall to wait.

There was a muffled groan, a grumble and the sound of movement. Five knew that X wasn’t going to be more than 100 metres away from him at any given time for at least two months after just getting him back.

There was a clump, and curse or three, a sigh, a half-restricted yawn and then the door opened.

‘Where are we going?’ yawned X, forcing her hair into shape absentmindedly with a grouchy hand. She looked about Five’s physical age and he blinked in surprise; it had been a very long time since he’d seen young X.

‘Ben’s bed is too small for an adult,’ X explained, aging herself up.

‘Glass eye,’ Five reported, as X eyed the bag slung around his shoulders with no surprise whatsoever. ‘Watching that guy, I don’t trust him.’

She shrugged a shoulder, ‘alright,’ and followed him through the house. ‘Wait,’ she said when she realised Five’s route, ‘we’re not taking that god-awful van in the alley, are we?’

‘Why not?’ Five glared.

‘Well, Klaus is out there dumpster diving for one,’ X yawned, ‘rattling around outside the windows. Also it stinks.’

‘Well what do you suggest?’

‘Take your Dad’s car, he’s not going to miss it.’

Five pulled a face that said he’d like to argue about stealth and needless ostentatious behaviours, giving up before he’d even started and followed her out the front door.

They got in the car and she turned the keys.

Five pulled the bag onto his lap as they drove, unzipping it and pulling out Delores.

X glanced to the side to see what he was doing. ‘How is she?’

‘She’s fine,’ Five sighed lovingly, caressing the bullet holes in the mannequin.

X kept her eyes on the road. ‘If you’re going to keep doing that, I’m dropping you at a hotel.’

Five scoffed and pulled Delores upright to face outside.

Delores apparently said something.

Five laughed. ‘Yeah, she is, isn’t she.’

‘You two aren’t shit talking me, I hope,’ X said distractedly, trying to look around the corner.

‘She said you’re funny,’ Five explained.

‘I’m sure,’ X responded, unconvinced.

‘Yes, I was happy to see her. ... You were right. ... All these years.’ Five sighed.

‘Hey lovebirds,’ X announced, pulling the handbrake up. ‘We’re here.’

They watched the factory in content, peaceful silence, after a while resorting to taking turns watching while the other napped or talked to Delores, or read.

The tranquility was disturbed as a back door was opened and the car creaked from the great weight of Number One, pulling himself into the car.

‘What the...’ Five hissed, glaring at the disturbance as he stirred from his thoughts. ‘You shouldn’t be...’ he stared at Luther in disbelief.

X had a similarly bewildered expression.

‘How did you find us?’ Five asked.

‘Uh.’ Luther looked down at his feet.

Klaus emerged, somehow having managed to fit in the space below the back seats.

‘What the...’ X jumped, blinking down at Klaus, beyond impressed.

Klaus sent her a wink and a wave.

‘GET OUT!’ Five groaned, ‘we’re in the middle of something, go away!’

X put a hand to her head.

‘Have you found the man with one eye yet?’ Klaus asked, leaning over X’s chair as he somehow managed to sit beside Luther.

‘W-,’ Luther began.

‘Doesn’t matter, it’s Klaus,’ Five grumbled sternly. ‘What do you want, Luther?’ He glanced back at the factory, antsy.

‘Um, so Grace may have had something to do with Dad’s death,’ Luther announced as if he was on the news.

Five frowned a little but seemed otherwise very unperturbed. X wasn’t far different.

‘So I need you to come back to the Academy. It’s important.’

There were many times, Five reflected, in fact it was most of the time, that Luther’s ratio between brain and brawn was very difficult to deal with. ‘Important,’ he muttered.

‘Why, are we giving Grace a medal?’ X asked lightly.

Klaus clapped his hands at the idea. On the other side of Luther, Ben snickered.

Luther gazed at X in a stupor. ‘X, this is our Dad!’

‘Your Dad,’ she corrected nonchalantly, ‘and so what?’

‘Hey,’ said Klaus suddenly, before Luther could rile up further, ‘did I ever tell you guys about the time I waxed my ass with chocolate pudding?’

‘Yes,’ X replied, tired among the disgusted faces of the others.

‘Why are you still here?’ Luther asked.

‘Wha-’ Klaus flapped, ‘I need an excuse to-,’

‘-we’re trying to have a conversation-,’

‘-I should-,’

‘Luther’s got a point,’ Five interrupted pleasantly, ‘you should get out.’

With more grumbling, Klaus exited. He rounded the car and rapped jazz-like on the driver’s window.

X rolled it down.

‘I’m peckish,’ Klaus whispered in a complaint.

X glanced behind her at the hell Five was in and the storm Luther was creating. Without resisting, she nodded in resignation and got out.

‘Whoa, whoa,’ Five startled, leaving the conversation with Luther immediately, grabbing her arm with a frantic grip. ‘Where are you going?’

X put a hand over his grip, squeezing it reassuringly. She looked into his eyes until the panic left his and she nodded.

Five looked back to Luther so he wouldn’t have to see her moving away.

Klaus linked their arms automatically and skipped her over to the corner shop.

Luther frowned. ‘What’s with you?’

‘What do you mean?’ Five glowered with his impatient grin.

‘I’ve never seen you...’ Luther wisely trailed off as Five’s eyes widened threateningly. He changed tact. ‘You know what your problem is, Five?’

Five nearly rolled his eyes.

‘That one?’ X pointed to a chicken 2-minute noodle.

‘Oh, no, no, no,’ Klaus sighed with a gentle sway, ‘it doesn’t taste like chicken at all, it tastes like turkey.’

X nodded thoughtfully. ‘Hmmm,’ she agreed, and put it back.

‘Get the pork, get the pork!’ Klaus said, seeing the flavour behind her.

‘Is it good?’

‘It’s delightful. SHHHHHHH,’ he then hissed at what X presumed was a ghost. ‘By the way, what’s up with Five?’ Klaus sauntered conversationally, twirling a packet of something into the wrong shelf. ‘He seems almost petrified,’ Klaus made a clown-like shocked face, ‘to let you out of his sight.’

‘ You noticed it, too, huh?’ X replied casually with a fond grin at Klaus. ‘It’s certainly more than even I’d expect. I haven’t asked because he’ll tell me when he wants to,’ she stood up with a small groan, ‘and I’m not sure I really want to know.’

‘I don’t think I’m better than you, Number One,’ Five said, restrained. ‘I know I am. I’m better than all of you, and you know it, too. Telling yourself otherwise won’t get you anywhere. In fact, the only one of you better than me, is X.’

Luther felt defensive. ‘Oh, so that’s why you barely talk to us after coming back but don’t leave X out of your sight?’

Five opened his mouth to retort but Luther pressed on.

‘X has lived 28 years without you, Five, you can’t be around her forever.’

Five had fully rounded in his seat, two seconds away from punching Luther in his rambling mouth.

X looked at the piled of food in her arms. ‘Okay, noodles, chips, oranges... anything else?’

‘I could go for an ice-cream. Chocolate?’ He fished in the freezer and got them both an ice-cream, placing them on top of the mess in X’s arms.

‘Uh... dammit. My purse is in the car,’ X realised. She’d been so preoccupied with reassuring Five that she had forgotten to bring her bag.

‘Oh, don’t worry, I’ve got the backup plan,’ Klaus announced with a grin.

‘You always did like to tease me that she liked you better...’ Luther was spiraling into a bout of his usual self pity, staring blankly ahead as he nodded philosophically to himself. ‘I think I know her better than you do, now, though,’ he added thoughtfully, completely missing the pained tension that flashed across his brother’s eyes as he was reminded of all the time he missed and the years he spent aching for his siblings and X.

But he doubted and disregarded Luther’s, really rather un-thoughtful, words without hesitation. If anything, it made him more impatient. In a second Five was leaning closer toward Luther menacingly. ‘I don’t have time for your insecurities, Luther.’ He grabbed him by the collar and pulled him forward with a sharp tug. ‘I didn’t drag myself back in time to deal with this, in fact, I came back here to try and save all of you.’

Luther, eyes rabbit wide at the hold he was in, looked out of the window in a feeble attempt to try and escape Five’s fury in time to hear a hoot and see Klaus pushing X out of the shops, a pile of food in her arms. A security guard was chasing after them.

Five turned around at the sound of X’s voice as she squealed across the road, laughing as together she and Klaus evaded the guard.

‘Hey bitches!’ Klaus yelled at the car.

‘Though I’m beginning to wonder if it was worth it,’ sighed Five, letting go of Luther, who couldn’t see the hidden happiness in the young face as he watched X and Klaus. His eyes hollowed a little when X disappeared somewhere unknown around a corner. ‘I’m busy. I’ll get back when I get back. Right now I’m busy.’

The guard started to catch up. While they ran, X passed as much of the food as she could to Klaus, dropped the rest, grabbed him by the shoulders and surged down an alley, then onto a street, back around the block and beside the car.

Klaus opened the door and they shuffled themselves inside, scooting over the back seats, now vacated by Luther, and made themselves comfortable. X passed the before startled and now relaxed Five a bag of chips and an orange and peered into whatever already open package Klaus was offering her.

‘Luther went back home,’ Five told them, settling back in his chair to watch the factory.

‘Oh, darn it,’ Klaus cried with an exaggerated sigh. ‘I guess I’ll have to go, too.’ He let out another dramatic sigh and picked out the noodles from the food. ‘I’ll see you later.’ He clambered out of the car again and sauntered away.

‘How was the heist?’ Five asked.

X was throwing the shopping into the front seats. ‘Oh, good. Klaus has been a terrible influence the more the years have gone.’

Five’s head lowered by a fraction and he felt the same regret Luther had brought up in him reappear. He ignored the look Delores gave him.

Then his mood dropped as quickly as it came, washed gently away as X was already clambering back into the driver’s seat to sit beside him.

They continued in their weird happy stakeout exchanging stories until they were a lot further caught up with what had happened over their years.

It was dark and they’d moved their seats back to lie down a little, keeping their eyes lazily on the entrance to the factory. If X wasn’t there, Five would have been a great deal more transfixed, but he found himself quite relaxed. Turns out X was the only one in the family besides Pogo and Grace that knew Luther was a little ape-y, something Five had discovered in the apocalypse. He didn’t bother to ask how she knew, she always knew these kinds of things.

He sighed. Even though the task he felt on his shoulders like lead was great, he was doing all he could. That would have to do.

The conversation had quietened while X ate a little more, and Five stared down at the glass eye, still able to picture it in Luther’s dead hand after all this time. He stole a very quick glance at X, keeping his eyes and head low. With the flames still burning he’d found bodies of his siblings, crushed, beaten and broken, seemingly knocked back as they fought.

He’d found no trace of Ben, the reason for why he later found after finding Vanya’s book and clearing a bit of the rubble to find the white grave, but it had taken him even longer to find X.

She was strong, and fast, and healed at an incredible speed. She was so strong that even after the torment of finding his family dead, he had some strange persistent hope left in his heart that maybe, just maybe, X had survived. If anyone could have, it was her.

After two days Five was searching for any more clues or hints in the rubble of the house when he saw a hand buried under a huge mountain of rubble. Telling himself it was just a hand, he’d seen many these days, he gently reached down. It had no warmth. But it felt very familiar.

Feeling like he wasn’t quite managing to control himself, since half of him wanted to run away and never know, he spent a long time trying to get enough of the large pieces of wall to fall away off the pile. Then he dug out the rest and, not even looking at the body, pulled it by the hand out. Once it was on flat ground, he was knelt beside it with his eyes closed. He took a few deep breaths and forced them open.

He shut them immediately with a strangled cry and put his head under his arms.

Diego was a mum’s boy. He’d been raised completely attached to Grace, with her as his guide and source of paternal love. Not that there was a word for it, but Five was a big sister’s boy. Back then, he’d never have admitted it, not even for a second, but if he’d been asked by a stranger on the street who his guardian was, his mind would go to X straight away, and stay there. To Luther and Diego she’d been a harsh but fun older sister, to Vanya, Klaus, Allison and Ben she’d been a mix between the cool aunt type and the big sister. To Five, she was paternal and sisterly.

And now she lay beside him, body stuck forever in mid-twenties. He hadn’t seen anything properly, just her face, and rocking back and forth a little he gasped for air and looked again, then away as if it had seared his face, cringing and hiding behind his hand.

He was right. It did take a lot to kill X. Not only had she clearly been thrown across the entire manor, probably blasted through the ceiling, but some sort of shrapnel had flown into her neck, her shirt stained with dried blood, easily litres’ worth.

In the days after, when he had recovered enough to set about burying them, Five had removed the shrapnel and discovered another piece lodged shallowly at the back of her head.

‘Well, well,’ X declared suddenly, clapping her hands and resembling Klaus a great deal.

Five sniffled, spooked and looked up. X was watching the man from before, Lance??, exit his work, and get into a car that had pulled up in front of him, looking very suspicious.

‘It looks like someone needs another little visit,’ X remarked.

Five sniffled again at the sound of her voice and she frowned and turned her attention to him.

He gave her an embarrassed laugh as he wiped his face with his hand and sleeve. ‘I, uh... I just remembered a few things.’

She nearly scoffed at him, her expression telling him exactly what bits of his words she’d easily pick apart. ‘Five.’

‘I found you,’ he managed through a thick gulp. ‘In the apocalypse.’ He settled into his usual glum repertoire whenever he mentioned what he’d seen. ‘You were killed by shrapnel. To the neck and head, and you were blown through the air, the length of the block.’

X’s eyes mellowed and her head tilted slightly as the final piece of information slotted everything into complete understanding. She grabbed his hand and pulled him into her embrace, wrapping him in as much warmth as she could. She rocked gently from side to side to keep herself animated.

Bullets rained through the Umbrella Academy and Allison, Luther and Diego pelted full speed through the mansion.

‘X?! WHERE THE HELL IS X?! X! WHERE- VANYA, GET OUT OF HERE!’

‘I DON’T KNOW WHAT’S GOING ON, VANYA, GO!’

‘YEAH, YEAH, GO, FIND X! YOU’LL BE SAFE WITH HER!’

Five sighed as he rolled over. He hadn’t slept this well in... well, just under fifty years. The bed was unbelievably comfortable, it was a smell and atmosphere he hadn’t been in since a week before he time traveled, and Delores was beside him again.

The sound of footsteps stirred his sleep, but didn’t wake him up.

X scratched her head as she walked through her house toward the front door, glancing at the clocks to make sure she wasn’t in a dream and it wasn’t nearly midnight.

She looked through the peephole and saw Vanya, shivering from the cold and scared.

Immediately she ripped the door open and Vanya fell in to her arms. ‘X!’

‘Whoa... Vanya...’

X put her arm around Vanya and picked her up, carrying her to the comfiest spot on the couch. Vanya was too tired and shocked to say anything.

‘These people, they attacked... they attacked the academy - everyone’s fine, but it was scary, I, they told me to run and find you, so I’m, I’m here, to be safe.’

X put a hand on her shoulder and then moved into the kitchen, making Vanya cocoa. ‘Tell me only what you want; I can ask later.’

Vanya swallowed and clasped her hands together. ‘There were two people, I think, with machine guns... I heard gunfire and went down to see if everyone was okay, then, I don’t know, someone attacked me, Luther pulled them off and they yelled at me to run.’

‘Highly trained?’ X asked in a tone that said she didn’t care if Vanya answered or not.

‘Uh...’ Vanya’s forehead creased. ‘I don’t know. I think so, even Diego had a hard time. I got a message from Allison saying they’re fine but to stay away in case they come back.’

‘No wonder they sent you to me.’ X passed her the cocoa.

Five growled as he was woken and rolled out of one of X’s many spare beds in the large room, stomping out into the living room. ‘Who the hell is here this late-,’ he stopped when he saw Vanya, mouth closing gently.

Vanya had looked up at the movement

‘Vanya?’ He moved and sat beside X on the coffee table, leaning closely toward Number 7.

‘A team of two attacked the Academy,’ X summarised, ‘they’re fine, Vanya��s here to be safe. Highly trained,’ she added in answer to Five’s question before he could ask it.

‘Yeah, that’s probably something to do with me,’ Five muttered solemnly. ‘Vanya. I’m sorry.’

‘No,’ Vanya said, ‘no, it’s okay. I’m fine, just a shock. It’s been a while since anything crazy like that has happened around me. I’ll be fine.’ She took a sip of the cocoa and felt better.

‘Stay here for the night,’ X said, putting her hand on Vanya’s shoulder again. ‘You know no one gets past me.’

The words made Five squirm a little as he felt a little colder. He shuffled closer to X. She put her other hand on Five’s shoulder. ‘Come on, bed time.’

‘That beanie does nothing for him,’ X remarked airily as they watched Lance from afar. Five was beside her as they sat on the edge of the building, watching the street below. It had been very easy to tail him with X surging them from rooftop to rooftop, following the car as it trudged through the dismal traffic like smug birds.

Lance was returning to his car. Five stretched and stood up, the usual madness springing into his eyes.

X chewed on a candy happily as she watched Five disappear and reappear in the passenger seat of the car, putting a knife to Lance’s throat.

‘One more thing,’ Five finished as he leaned back into the passenger seats. ‘My sister’s coming, too.’

‘Your...’ Lance frowned.

The back door opened and X slid into the seats, grinning at Lance lazily. ‘Hi again.’

Lance knew better than to ask questions. He drove.

They got the factory and Five marched up the path, then they noticed the smoke pouring from the building. X and Five left lance behind as they broke into a run. X grabbed Five and surged them the rest of the way and around the corner toward the entrance. She let go of him and he felt her already speeding away. He looked at the flames completely engulfing the building.

‘NO!’ he screamed, reaching into the air where X was an instant before in an attempt to stop her.

Mid surge, X had seen what he had and she, lightning fast, turned her head as she flew toward the flaming doors.

The blast wave from the explosion hit Five first, sending him flying back, then he was vaguely aware of X holding him before the heat reached him.

He landed cushioned by the arms held protectively over him.

X ducked her head as shrapnel and fire blew behind her and once the explosion had ended she stood up, helping Five stand.

He checked her head and neck for injuries with a quick scan and then stared, still behind and holding onto one of X’s arms, at the wreckage of the glass eye factory.

‘... ... ... ... ... ... ... shit!’ he growled eventually and gave up, letting his weight collapse on X as he stared dismally at the smoke.

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slutforbuck · 3 years

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Traveling Soldier Part 3 -- Bucky Barnes x Reader

Part 1 Part 2 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

The elevator doors opened, and Natasha and Steve stepped out. “This can’t be the data-point, this technology is ancient.” “Nat, what is that?” Steve pointed to a tall tube against the wall. Natasha looked in the direction Steve was pointing, “I’m not sure, go check it out. I’m going to look over here.” Steve walked over to the cryostasis tube, and yelled. Natasha turned from the desk, computers booting up behind her, “What’s the matter Steve?” Steve was trying to open the door, “My sister Nat. It’s y/n in there. I’ve got to get her out!” Natasha stepped around Steve, and found a release on the side of the tube.

Your eyes open, and you see two people in front of you. “S..Steve? You..You’re dead. We watched you go down with the plane.” Steve smiled as he pulled you from the chamber, “Long story. We can catch up later.” Natasha called you both from the desk, “It’s talking.” Steve supported your weight as you walked over to the desk. “Rogers, Steven. Born, 1918. Romanoff, Natalia. Born, 1984. Rogers, Y/n. Born 1917.” “It’s some kind of recording.” You stepped back from the two and sat against the floor. You heard Zola talking about how HYDRA had infiltrated SHIELD and realized that this must have been the new doctor that Howard had introduced you to right before he froze you. You got to your feet as quickly as possible. Something felt off about that man then, and something felt even worse about him now. As you stood, you heard him say, “Out of time.” You saw Steve and Natasha dive into an opening in the floor, and you threw yourself under the desk just as the building explodes. The three of you run from the building just as a man steps in.

“Steve where is Howard? Why does everything look so different?” Natasha furrowed her brow, “Howard? Surely you don't mean Howard Stark.” Your eyes lit up, “Yes! Where is he?” Natasha looked at Steve, slightly worried, “Y/n, he's been dead since 1991.” Your eyes went wide, “Dead? 1991? What year are we in?? How long have I been frozen?” “It’s 2014. If you went on the ice when Steve “died”, then that would put you at being frozen for nearly seventy years.” Your walk slowed as you tried to take in what you were just told.

You walk up to a house, and Steve knocks on the door. A slender man opens the door, “Hey man.” He looks to Steve questioningly while stepping back to let the three of you in the door. “I’m sorry about this. We need a place to lay low.” Steve nods to the man in thanks as he brushes past. “Everyone we know is trying to kill us,” Natasha looked at the floor as she walked past, arms crossed over her chest. “Not everyone.” Sam offered a small smile to the three of you as you made your way into the house. “So what happened? You..You shouldn’t be here. Not this young still.” Steve looked at you with concern in his bright blue eyes. You sighed, “Steve it’s a long story. I don’t know exactly where to start.” You looked at your hands, not sure how to tell him why you agreed to take the experimental serum in the first place. “The beginning is a good place. What happened?” Steve looked at you sternly. “Well after the plane..with you..I didn’t have anything or anyone. Bucky was gone. You were gone. I had no-one left. Howard had been playing around with new serum formulas, and needed a candidate. I figured I didn't have anything left to lose, so why not volunteer?” Steve’s jaw dropped slightly, and his eyes went wide. He pushed the chair away from him and began to pace, running his fingers through his short blond hair. “Why? You shouldn’t have done that, you could have died!” Steve had a pleading tone in his voice, and was straining to not yell. “What did I have to live for Steve? The man I love and my best friends were dead. Not coming back. Even if something would have happened to me, I was doing the same thing you were. I was helping create something that could be so beneficial. You did what you had to do and so did I.” Steve stopped and slowly turned to you, “What I was doing was different. I was serving my country.” You stood and stalked towards your brother. “I was doing the same as you Steven Grant Rogers. Do not try to parent me. I did what I felt was right.” He glared down at you, and looked into your eyes. He saw the pain you felt, and his jaw began to unclench. He rubbed his eyes, and looked to you again, “Okay so you were injected with the serum. You’re alive obviously so it worked I’m guessing? That doesn’t explain why we found you in a hidden office on an old army base.” It was now your turn to pace, worry beginning to show on your face. You looked to him, then took a deep breath. “HYDRA. They heard that Howard had developed a working serum and they wanted the formula. They wanted EVERYTHING that he had to do with Project Rebirth, including me. Howard felt like freezing me and hiding me down there would help keep me hidden. He was supposed to come back for me when it was safe, I don't know what happened.” You felt your brother’s arms around you, “Get some rest, we’ll talk more in the morning. You’ve at lease got your best friend back. Not so sure about this man you love though.” As he walked away, he shot you a wink. “I’m going to find Nat, I’ll see you in the morning.” You sat down on the bed, wondering what could have happened that Howard didn’t come back for you. He had plenty of time, Natasha said that he didn’t die until 1991, that was almost fifty years after you were frozen. You laid back on the bed, memories coming back, feeling like it was only yesterday that you were standing at Camp Leigh with Peggy and Howard. Your eyes slowly began to close as sleep began to take over your body.

The next morning, you made your way into the kitchen. It was barley light outside, and you enjoyed the moment of peace. Pulling out a chair at the kitchen table, you sank down, sliding your head into your hands. There was so much time you had lost, but you couldn’t decide if you were upset about the time lost or not. There was almost seventy years of time that was just gone, but you were also almost seventy years in the future. You were seeing everything that you and Howard had been working towards. You decided that the time lost was worth it. You had gained, you hoped, a couple of friends, and your brother back. You stood, and lost in thought, floated to the window. You stared out and memories flooded your mind again. “Buck…I love you so much James Barnes. You stay safe, and I will see you when you get home. Promise me that you’ll come back safe.” “I promise, y/n. I love you.” The last words you and Bucky had ever spoken to each other. You wished that the two of you had more time with each other. You stood at the window, remembering all the things you and Bucky had done together, and didn’t notice everyone else come in. It had begun getting light outside, and Sam began cooking breakfast. “Y/n? You okay?” You jumped, startled, and turned towards the voice. “Oh. Good morning Natasha, yes I am fine, thank you.” You offered her a small smile while hugging your arms close to your body. You sat back at the table, still zoned out. You saw the three friends talking, whatever it was seemed important. You only caught the end of the conversation. “I can’t ask you to do this Sam. You got out for a good reason.” “Dude. Captain America needs my help. There’s no better reason to get back in.” You looked to Natasha and whispered, “I’m sorry, what are we doing?” She smiled and filled you in.

“Steve I can help. I was trained.” “No way. Not happening. I don’t care if you are a super soldier or not, you are NOT fighting.” You huffed and sat back waiting for Sam to get back with Agent Sitwell.

“We’re going to get information. Stay here, and don’t do anything stupid.” You rolled your eyes at him and whispered under your breath, “You’re talking all the stupid with you.” He looked back and grinned at you before jogging to catch up with Natasha.

“HYDRA doesn’t like leaks.” You looked to the man in the backseat, he looked nervous and was wringing his hands. Natasha and Steve began talking about how to stop Project Insight, and you heard a thud on the roof. You looked in the backseat and Sitwell was gone. Steve jumped forward and pulled the break handle, which made the man on the roof of the car fly forward into the road. The man jumped back onto the car, shattered the windshield, and yanked the steering wheel from the car. Glass flew towards you, and you threw your hands up to cover your face. “Shit!!” Bullets began flying through the air and you couldn’t tell where they were coming from, but you knew both sides were shooting. Steve breaks the door from the car, and throws you all on the door, sliding you down the street away from the car. Natasha grabbed you and ran, shooting back at the man. She manages to make a hit and shoots the goggles covering his eyes. Они мои. Найти его. (They’re mine. Find him.) Natasha hides a recording behind a car to throw the man off as you two hide. You study the man as he leans down to roll a bomb to where he thinks the two of you are hiding. Something seems familiar about the way he holds himself. You are preparing yourself, knowing you are going to have to fight soon. You watch as Natasha jumps onto the man’s back as the car explodes. He throws her and she runs, warning civilians as she goes. You take off after her, but you feel him grab you by the arm. You see his arm shine out of the corner of your eye, and realize as he is lifting you into the air by your throat that he has an arm of metal. The need to breathe and fight back overtakes your curiosity. You try to kick him, but his hand has too tight of a grip on you. Steve jumps in and attacks that man, knocking you out of the air. You fall to the ground and look up as Steve knocks the man’s mask from his face. “Bucky?” You whispered, shocked to see the man you thought was dead in front of you. You hear confusion in Steve’s voice as he repeats the name, “Bucky?” Bucky looks at the two of you with his eyebrows scrunched in confusion. “Who the hell is Bucky?” Your heart fell as Bucky raised his gun and shot at you and Steve. Sam flies in and kicks Bucky aside. You begin to grapple with him, trying to get the gun away, and you see Natasha raise a grenade launcher. You release Bucky and the gun as you throw yourself to the ground. You look up as the smoke began to clear, and see that he is gone. Agents begin to swarm the four of you, and you are all put to your knees and taken into custody. You and Steve stare at each other while being put into a van. “Steve, it was him. I know those eyes.” “I know it was him y/n. He looked at me like he didn’t even know me.” Sam looked between the two of you. “How’s that even possible? That was seventy years ago.” “Zola.” Steve looked to you, then to his hands. You looked to Sam with tears in your eyes, the pain of losing him coming back all over again. “Bucky’s whole unit was captured in ’43.” Steve heard your voice break and stepped in, “Zola experimented on him. Whatever he did helped Bucky survive the fall. They must have found him and..” Natasha looked at both of you sympathetically, “None of that’s your fault, Steve.” You both look up, “Even when we had nothing, we had Bucky.” You looked at the side of the van sadly. Sam notices a gash in Natasha’s shoulder, “We need to get a doctor here. We don’t put pressure on that wound she's gonna bleed out here in the truck.” You gasp as a guard shocks another, then takes off her helmet. “Ah. That thing was squeezing my brain.” You and Sam look at the woman in confusion and Sam speaks, “Who’s this guy?”

You make it to the facility Agent Hill was leading you to and a doctor met you. “Let me take her.” Maria stepped in front of her, “She’ll want to see him first.” You come to a tall man that was bandaged and had a patch over one eye. Steve whispered, “That’s agent Fury.”

The six of you were going over how to take out the Helicarriers, and Steve began arguing with Agent Fury. “We’re not salvaging anything. We’re not just taking down the carriers Nick, we’re taking down SHIELD.” “SHIELD had nothing to do with it.” “You gave me this mission, this is how it ends. SHIELD's been compromised, you said so yourself. HYDRA grew right under your nose and nobody noticed.” Nick began getting loud, “Why do you think we're meeting in this cave? I noticed.” Louder Steve tried to get his point across, “And how many paid the price before you did?” “Look, I didn't know about Barnes.” Agent Fury’s face slightly softened. “Even if you have, would you have told me? Or would you have compartmentalized that too? SHIELD, HYDRA, it all goes.” “Well, looks like you’re giving the orders now Captain.”

Nick turned to you, “Steve, who is this?” Steve put his arm around your shoulder, “This is my sister, y/n. She worked for Howard Stark back during the war. She was apparently the last candidate for Project Rebirth. Nat and I found her at Camp Leigh with Zola.” Nick turned back to you again, his eye wide with shock. “Wait, wait, wait. I read those notes, Stark said his assistant volunteered, but didn’t say anything about a woman, especially not Captain America’s sister!” You shrugged Steve’s arm off your shoulder, “I had nothing left to lose, I had lost Steve and Bucky. I was devoted to my work, and would do anything I could to help Howard. We both felt like the serum would be very beneficial to the army, especially with men that were like Steve. Brave, ready to serve, but a little weak and scrawny.” You winked at your brother while Nick chuckled. “It is an honor to meet you y/n.”

You sat on the bank of the river, watching Sam and Steve talk. You put your hands in the water and slowly drew patterns with your fingers in the cool water. You knew you had to get your mind straight before you went to the Helicarriers. You knew Bucky would be there, and you had one job. Your job was not to even be close to Buck, no matter how badly you wanted that. Your mission was to switch out the chips. Steve and Sam meet you at the end of the bridge, “Y/n you ready?” You looked up with a smile, “As I’ll ever be.”

“GO! Get that chip in there y/n! I’ll distract him!” You run up to the system and grab the chip you are replacing and throw it across the carrier. Bucky knocks Steve to the ground and rushes at you. You stick the chip in just as Bucky grabs you and pins you against a beam by your throat. “B..Bu..Bucky please..It’s me,” you manage to strangle out a couple of words and Bucky’s steel blue eyes go soft for about half a second, just long enough for you to wrestle out of his grip. He picks you back up and throws you to the edge of the carrier with Steve. As the three of you are still trying to regain your footing, the carrier crashes into a building, causing some of the beams to fall and trap Bucky. Steve lifts them as you pull him from under the rubble. “You know us!” Bucky pins Steve to the ground. “Bucky you’ve known us your whole life.” You are trying to pull Bucky from Steve, “Your name is James Buchanan Barnes. You are a wonderful, good man Buck. Please stop!” Bucky slings you down next to Steve. “SHUT UP!” Frustration and fear is beginning to show itself in Bucky’s angry voice. “I’m not gonna fight you. You’re my friend.” “You’re my mission!” Bucky begins beating Steve’s face. “You’re my mission!!” He grabs you by the shirt and lifts you, about to throw a fist to your face. “Then finish it. We’re with you to the end of the line.” You look him in his eyes, tears welling up, but refusing to break eye contact with the man that you still loved. You knew that underneath this crazed man was your Bucky, and you would die trying to get that man out. Bucky looks at the two of you, an understanding beginning to show on his face. You screamed as the bottom of the carrier fell out and you and Steve fell into the river. You were only mostly still knocked out as you felt yourself being dragged from the river. Rocks were digging in your back, and you were able to barley make out a man sitting next to you. The man touched your cheek, and whispered, “I know I know you. I don’t know exactly who you are, or who I am, but I am starting to feel like you’re important to me. I’m going to figure this out.” You felt his warm hands leave your face, and the rocks and sand crunched beneath his boots as he walked away.

It was cold when you woke up, turning your head you saw Sam sitting to your right, with Steve on his other side. “On your left.” Steve spoke and Sam smiled, glad to see his friend awake. “Is she okay?” Steve sat up nodding in your direction. “She’s fine. She’s been in and out. She keeps talking about Bucky and how she needed to get to him. I don’t know, she may just be dreaming.”

In a small cemetery, there were five people all standing around a freshly dug grave. “So you’ve experienced this sort of thing before?” Steve glanced up from the stone, “You get used to it.” Natasha handed you a file before kissing Steve on the cheek, “Call that nurse.” The three of you watched as she walked away. You glanced at the file and opened it. Bucky’s face frozen in a crystasis chamber stared back at you. The file snapped shut and found its way into Steve’s hands. “Sam, give us just a minute.” Sam nodded, then walked towards the car. “Sam told me you were talking about Bucky in your sleep. What are you not telling me?” Looking up you smiled, “I can’t dream about my best friend?” Sternly Steve looked down at you, expecting a real answer. Sighing you hugged your arms to your chest and looked off into the distance. “Bucky and I were..closer than you two were. We were just beginning to figure out what we were. That night at the Expo, it was almost like a first date. He told me he loved me. Steve I love him. I did then, I do now. I know you're going to object, but I have to find him. He’s lost, confused. He’s the one that pulled us out of the river.” Steve’s voice dropped to a harsh whisper, “You what? How do you know he’s the one?” Touching your cheek you relayed what Bucky had said, “He said that he knew that he knew me. And that he was going to figure out why he felt like I was so important to him. I’ve got to find him Steve. You had Peggy..I have Bucky.” Steve hugged you tightly, “Please don’t get in over your head. Come with me and Sam for just a little while, learn some more, then go.” Smiling you agreed, “Always looking out for me, should be the other way around.” Steve smiled as the two of you walked to the car. “You might be older, but I’m bigger now.”

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chat-noir-always-here · 3 years

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“Hey Arnold!” and “Miraculous!” parallels

Ever have an idea for a post that you take forever to get around to because 2020 is

actively

trying

to kill you?!

Welp, that’s me. I mean, uh, this is that post.

Long post is long and I don’t like cuts cuz I’ve lost a few posts in the past using them. Please filter the tag “long post” I use it for walls of text like these.

So there’s this show from my childhood called Hey Arnold!

Having been on air before I had cable (I and my unsupervised brothers and sisters spent our childhood watching Jerry Springer and Maury because there was literally nothing else on our cheap little TV. How hilarious is that?) I didn’t really have much of an experience with Hey Arnold! aside from brief little glances at it when i visited a friends home or the rare occasion where they showed cartoons at school. By the time I got satellite, the show was no longer on the air save for some late night reruns and the Christmas special which aired in December along with other Nickelodeon Christmas episodes (THE best Christmas episode EVER btw).

Really I couldn’t remember much about it until hearing about the Jungle Movie finally getting a release date (a total flop but at least its no cliff hanger) and decided to re-watch the entire series in preparation for said movie.

By which point I had discovered another show—Miraculous.

At first glance the two shows have absolutely nothing in common. Miraculous being a French-born mahou shoujo-esque CGI superhero TV series about a couple of middle schoolers who regularly battle a walking peppermint-frappucino-looking psychopath. Hey Arnold! being a more realistic children’s sitcom about a young football-headed boy who deals out humanitarian aid in the form of advice and simple good deeds to his neighbors, classmates and friends.

In terms of setting, logic, and animation the two series are as different as night and day.

So imagine my pleasant surprise to discover a whole post’s worth of parallels shared between the two shows???

And here they are in no particular order:

1)Arnold’s Parents/Adrien’s mom

Prior to the start of Miraculous, Emilie Agreste disappeared under mysterious circumstances leaving her family behind. Later on it was revealed that she was in fact sleeping (dead?) in a glass coffin beneath the Agreste mansion--unbeknownst to Adrien, or anyone else in Paris save for Gabriel and Nathalie.

In a similar fashion, Arnold’s parents, Miles and Stella, also disappeared prior to the start of Hey Arnold! and like Emilie were always referred to as “missing” rather than “dead.”

The Jungle Movie later revealed Miles and Stella weren’t dead, but like Emilie appears to be doing in her coffin, they were sleeping. Having caught a bout of sleeping sickness (apparently they do not need to be hooked up to IVs or other medical devices while in a comatose state cuz fuck logic) they simply needed their orphaned son to come and cure them with the help of the magical golden heart Helga provided him with.

Perhaps Mari holds the key to waking Emilie? That would be nice to see.

Not the miraculous of course--but some other key.

Although personally I’m hoping for a hardcore, devastating ending like Emilie dying, Gabriel going to prison where he belongs, and Adrien leaving the country for a bit until the second Hawk Moth shows up because I just like devastating cliffhangers and angst and being in utter turmoil over fictional people. But that’s just me.

2) Their best friends are dating

Smol parallel here: Arnold’s best friend Gerald and Helga’s Best friend Phoebe wind up together in The Jungle Movie after being imprisoned together by Lasombra. Similar to how Nino and Alya ended up together after being imprisoned by Ladybug (for their protection, of course).

3) The Bag of Money Episode/ The Ladybug episode

OOh boy both of these episodes make me rage.

Some context about the Bag of Money episode: Arnold and his friends Gerald and Sid find a random bag of money containing almost $4000. Sid is ecstatic and wants to split the money evenly between the three boys, but Arnold worries it could just be lost and convinces them to let him, Arnold, take the money to the police station. On the way he accidentally switches the bag with another one that is identical and contains a bunch of useless junk, and when he tries to explain what happened to his friends they don’t believe him because their bag of money was accidentally taken by an “old lady with pink hair and a peg leg.”

Arnold’s a good boy and he’s telling the truth--but the truth sounds crazy, even to my ears. Sid accuses Arnold of stealing the money and spreads lies to their classmates, whom Arnold has spent the ENTIRE SERIES helping in some form or fashion. Despite everything he’s done for them though, the vast majority of the class come to believe Arnold is a thief. Even Gerald, Arnold’s closest friend, nearly believes Sid over Arnold but eventually comes to Arnold’s defense. The other kids (save for Helga who doesn’t really make an appearance this episode) gang up on Arnold, but thankfully the old lady with pink hair and a peg leg shows up with an officer and together they explain the bag of money is now at the lost and found where it will remain and if gone unclaimed will be returned to Arnold, Gerald and Sid.

Pretty much everything is resolved and things return to normal between the kids.

But I hate this episode. I hate this episode so, so much. Arnold has spent the entire series helping these people out in some form or fashion. Literally thats the entire show. And after everything he’s done for them they’re so. Quick. To. Turn. On. Him.

Sound familiar???

4) Hidden Personality vs. Surface Personality

I do not refer to the cruddy “true selves” thing half the Miraculous fandom believes in. Depending on one’s individual circumstances, environment and how comfortable they are, said person’s behavior can fluctuate or even do a complete 180. This can be kinda frustrating when dealing on one’s own--”Who am I anyway? Is that me or is this me???”

It’s all you, fam.

Arnold and Helga are themselves too, no matter what metaphorical/actual mask they put on. There’s the side that everyone sees and then there’s the side almost no one sees. The hidden personality isn’t hidden due to a lack of trust, necessarily, but rather it is the result of retreating to their respective “shells”--ones which both Arnold and Helga were kinda punched, kicked, and shoved into.

Helga’s surface personality: Class bully, puts up a tough front, constantly torments Arnold because she can’t stand him and his niceness

Helga’s hidden personality: Poetic, abused and isolated, is in love with Arnold to the point of being obsessed with him and bullies him via surface personality in order to hide that fact

Of course Adrien is no bully--his reasons for not being the “cunning, funny, ultra-charming Chat Noir” 24/7 DOES have a lot to do with his toxic household, his dad, and the overwhelming expectations which are constantly smothering him as Adrien.

Adrien is a bug under a magnifying glass (or so he feels)

Chat Noir is a chance for a freedom.

Adrien’s surface personality was molded by his dad.

Helga’s is the result of her entire family. Her father is brash and loud, her mother is a confirmed alcoholic, her sister is a gifted prodigy, well-rounded and spends most of the series at university or elsewhere. Although her sister, Olga, has been shown to genuinely care for Helga, Olga is kinda the reason their parents neglect Helga. With their first daughter being the genius and prodigy she is, Helga’s parents poured all of their pride and affection and parental devotion onto her. Meanwhile Helga had to walk to pre-school alone. At four years old. In the rain. Not for the last time.

Which leads me to the next parallel.

5) Umbrella in the Rain

squeals in delight over this parallel<3<3<3

If you’ve never seen Hey Arnold! do yourselves a favor and watch this short little clip over how Helga and Arnold first met. If you have seen it, watch it anyway because it is the most adorable clip in the entire show.

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Dr. Bliss: “So nobody’s ever noticed you?”

Helga: “...There was someone.”

The soft way Helga confesses that--you can actually hear how grateful she is to have such a tender memory from such a painful time.

In a similar manner, Adrien offered his umbrella to Marinette. Of course Adrien did it because Mari had to walk home in the rain and Arnold did it as a simple gesture of kindness (seeing as they were already at the school)--one of the many kind acts he displays throughout the series.

But just like Adrien needed unconditional love coming from somewhere, so did Helga. They were both denied this one common necessity which everyone else around them had. It’s not a lot to ask for, and they should’ve already had it coming from their families--but they didn’t.

And then, one rainy day, there it was--the unconditional love they needed.

6) Clinginess

What happens when you take someone, specifically a love-starved abused child from an unstable home environment--deprived of the one thing most crucial to their mental well-being--and miraculously provide them with that very necessity?

Clinginess.

I can’t really think of the correct word to describe this. “Clinginess” is pretty close to what I’m trying to describe, if not on point, so let’s go with that.

What I mean is Helga and Adrien both need Arnold and Ladybug respectively. That’s not a bad thing--it’s okay to need somebody else. What’s bad is hinging your entire being on this one connection. For if either kiddo were to be left behind they wouldn’t handle it very well.

It can’t really be helped with either Helga or Adrien. They didn’t really have the option to learn certain things and went deprived of unconditional love for such a long time. They’re kids--nine and fourteen/fifteen respectively. They’re not perfect and they’re traumatized for life. Being denied love from your family--the very people designed to love you--would do that to a person. Naturally they would cling to the first people to show up and provide them with the love they needed.

The Hey Arnold! wiki says this about Helga and Arnold’s relationship

Due to her unstable family upbringing where both her mother and father constantly neglect [Helga] and shower all of their attention onto Olga, leaving her deprived of the love and attention she needed growing up. On her way to preschool, Arnold helped her by keeping the rain off her with an umbrella and even complimented her on her hairbow. He even later gave her crackers during their snack time. Arnold's kindness and being the first person to notice her quickly caused Helga to transfer all of her love and attention to Arnold.

Of course Adrien’s tunnel vision isn’t quite as bad as Helga’s.

He treats his friends better.

He does love his father--

Even though his father is THE.

WORST.

PARENT.

EVER!!!

--because he’s Adrien and he’s just too precious a cinnamon roll and that’s still his dad even if the man does belong behind bars.

7) Unhealthy Obsession

I--

I...

Ugh. I am not going to delve too far into this. You’re just going to have to take my word for it. Helga’s creepy stalker behavior is a thousand times worse than Marinette’s. That pic up there of Helga hiding out in Arnold’s room watching him is pretty decent evidence to back up my argument, but it’s hardly the only example or even the worst incident.

Honestly I’m amazed at what Nicktoons were able to get away with in the late nineties/early 2000s.

But yes, Helga’s obsession with Arnold is rather unhealthy in the most extreme moments leading her to display behavior which is more often than not disturbing and concerning.

The Hey Arnold! wiki has this to say about Helga’s obsession with Arnold

Helga is possessive of her love for Arnold and thinks non-stop about him to the point of obsession. This is evidenced throughout the series by the many shrines and poems she makes of Arnold and of her frequent dramatic soliloquies about her love for Arnold.

Again--Mari isn’t as bad as all that. She’s a sweet girl with many healthy relationships in her life. She has ambition, creativity, and drive. But yeah she can be rather possessive of Adrien too, and that needs to stop. Like right now. Adrien doesn’t need another girl being possessive of him and thinking he’s perfect--he needs someone who acknowledges him as a flawed person and loves him despite that.

As for Helga and Arnold--show creator Craig Bartlett confirmed they are “made for each other” and wind up married with three kids, so I’m guessing Helga grew out of some of these bad habits? Or at least I hope so...

8) Helper/Humanitarian tendencies

As mentioned before, the plot of Hey Arnold! is more or less about Arnold helping people. As stated by Gerald in The Jungle Movie, “He’s a humanitarian! Like his parents!” Of course not every episode is about Arnold helping people. There are episodes devoted to supporting characters and they’re just as enjoyable and satisfying.

But as he is the titular character he spends a lot of time in the spotlight.

Remember that “best christmas special EVER” episode I mentioned before?

The reason it’s the best special, in my less than humble opinion, is due to a few things.

The special is not about Santa Claws. In fact, I don’t think he’s even mentioned, let alone shown and treated like an actual living character.

The focus on the entire episode is again on Arnold helping someone, but he doesn’t succeed. Not really.

The one who succeeded in helping someone was Helga, who accomplished the goal Arnold had set out to do.

The episode deals with some rather dark subject matter and is actually quite heartwarming as the “perfect present” Arnold was trying to provide someone with wasn’t something you can buy in the store

It’s also one of the episodes where Helga’s love for Arnold leaves her to do good and as her love for him is a secret, she expects nothing in return. She’s just happy to help him.

Kinda similar to Mari who is, as Adrien puts it in Mayura, “Our every day Ladybug.” Her kindness and devotion to helping others is what drives her as Ladybug and Marinette. It’s what brought Ivan and Mylene together. Is the reason Nathaniel and Mark now have a comic book together. And at the end of the day, that’s the reason for her strange behavior around Adrien--she wants to help him. Even if it’s just as a “good friend.”

9) There are two main characters

Although Hey Arnold! is technically a show about Arnold, one could argue it is just as much Helga’s story.

Similarly, Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug and Cat Noir is named thusly in order to convey the fact that Adrien is just as much a main character as Marinette is.

Although I must say Hey Arnold! did a much better job of giving it’s co-character their dues. GIVE. ME. MORE. CHAT NOIR. FOCUSED. EPISODES. DAMMIT.

But, yes, in terms of screen time, Helga gets about as much as Arnold does. Her story and struggles were given just as much importance as Arnold’s and many people have even come to believe that the show is really about Helga. I’d say its about both of them.

10) Constantly bumping into each other

Granted this happens between Arnold and Helga more often than it does to the love square dorks.

But yes the two people meant to be together keep knocking into each other in their respective universes.

I forget who, but I remember reading that someone a while back theorized that this was the universe’s way of trying to push Arnold and Helga together. Kinda like the “Now kiss!” meme

Perhaps it’s the same for Adrien and Marinette?

;)

#long post #adriennette #shortaki #hey arnold #miraculous ladybug #love square #nicktoons #zag toons

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winxlava · 3 years

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Where Fate: the Winx saga fails

As a winx fan of 14 years (in and out), this fate thing is really scandolous. I’ve seen lots of ups and downs the winx fandom. As I’ve watched all of the development that fate had, I've had some thoughts, but I’ve waited until I watched everything.

This is going to be a reaction to all 6 episodes of Fate the Winx saga. This is coming from a fan of the og show so expect lots of comparisons.

If this bothers you, please don't keep reading. A lot of this is only my opinion. If you like it and think its great, that’s good! I’m not here to ruin it.

There is a list of what I liked most near the bottom of this post. Spoilers Ahead!!

Anyway, back to the post.

What made the Winx work

Lets start with the basic idea of Winx. Bloom, a normal girl, finds out that she has magic powers and is from another dimension. Seems like a simple concept? Well, Seasons 1-3 (and 4?) expanded this idea to the max.

Likeable characters galore and lots of fun, fashion, and magic.

For a lot of us that’s what sold the show.

So lets talk about tone and why its so important

The idea that teenage girls were exploring a world we could never see or experience. And the darkness that came with it.

Remember when Daphne, bloom’s dead sister, clung to life to help bloom figure her life out? When bloom became evil and nearly killed all of her friends? When Flora drowned to save her sister, only to get enchantix? (Actually all of enchantix was like this). When Musa gave up seeing her dead mom to save the world? When nabu died?

The show was full of these small, intense, dark moments. That’s what made winx special. The light came with dark.

By making the show dark and “eDgy” it takes away the impact of the dark moments. I’ve been saying this since the beginning.

Point of view and how Stella is affected

Stella was very misunderstood in the remake and it shows. The thing is, Stella was the first entry point into the magical world in the original show. She carried Bloom and her parents to Alfea. She was the transfer point to a whole world for the audience.

Her spunk and optimism and snark made her a fan favorite, but that’s not what made her character work.

She was Bloom’s first friend, and because of the that, we saw her in a good lens. She was reckless, but a pure heart nonetheless. She was confident, cunning, and powerful.

It was because we saw the good in her first that made us like her. She was good before she was bad in our eyes.

The remake takes all of that away. She’s just a generic mean rich girl now. To be honest, Stella is accurate, but the way she was introduced put her in a whole new light. In this version, she is annoying and trifling, seemingly taking the place of Diaspro in her liking for sky.

Also she hates her mother? Stella would never! She loved both of her parents dearly and was mad simply because she felt they never loved her as a result of their divorce; they never talked to each other and she felt split between the two of them. (See Stella’s nightmares sequence season 1 :https://youtu.be/wuvyw0OHA6A?t=129). She was lonely and her father, though he loved her, spoiled her with gifts instead of the love she desired.

You see this side of her when Chimera comes in and tries to take her place in season 3. Her worth is tied to what she has and looks like. Her title as a princess rules her.

Not only that, Stella learns about “commoners” through her friends. She was spoiled and never saw people who couldn’t afford things; it was new and she was a bit rude about it, but can you blame her, she was always put above everything else in her home country.

https://www.youtube.com/post/UgzCfOQ696rvwa51Z_J4AaABCQ?lc=UgzCDSxfcNaP9XogBSB4AaABAg

https://www.youtube.com/post/UgzCfOQ696rvwa51Z_J4AaABCQ?lc=Ugxl_sOsUSGBXEwagxJ4AaABAg

^^ These are comments of people saying similar things.

Stella also vents to Sky a lot in the remake. She seems like she is chasing him pitifully, something og Stella would never do.

Edit: Check the “liked” section; she has been upgraded to sort of like in episodes 5 and 6.

Aisha

They did Aisha dirty as well. (Just like Bonnie from Vampire Diaries, why am I surprised?) I would write a lot here, but someone else summarized it well:

https://rainbow-whitewashing-jar.tumblr.com/post/639787632624369664/its-just-there-is-so-much-background-on-aisha.

https://www.youtube.com/post/Ugx4WL5rIPTS1suGOed4AaABCQ

Tldr: Aisha was a very lonely princess of Andros. She only had one friend growing up but then they moved away and she was lonely all over again. She copes with her princess duties by being great at sports and even beating some of the men! She stood up to her parents when they wanted her to be arranged married, until she fell in love with Nabu HERSELF. She decided her own future from that point on.

Also, her relevance to the plot has been dwindled to being Bloom's right hand man; the black best friend sterotype! What a let down for one of the PRINCESSES of the original!

She had her own goals, drive, and motivations in the original! She did things for all of her friends; she definitely wasn't only driven by one person!

And she was closer to Musa than Bloom that's for sure!

Bloom

The fact that bloom transforms before everyone else gives bad vibes, considering that one of the reasons she was insecure about magic was because everyone of her friends was better than her and could transform. Why would she feel insecure when they are all around the same level?

The theme of sisterhood

Ever notice that none of the girls had the same taste in guys?

Bloom liked goody guys like Sky and Andy. Stella liked guys who were fun and flirty like Brandon.

In fact, none of the girls ever fought over a guy, they fought over things that actually mattered like someone being rude or a mission gone wrong.

That's what made them relatable. They weren't petty about guys and they mostly respected each other's relationships.

https://www.youtube.com/post/Ugz6TEOmGRV2Cfqy12F4AaABCQ?lc=UgwhLsToVbhLDYpFphB4AaABAg

^^ Look at highlighted comment

Not only that, but the winx represented a positive sisterhood. They stood by each other and respected each other; they never let men come between them and shared their power with each other.

Only the trix, the bad sisterhood, fought over men and power. The trix were foils to the winx and what they stood for! That's what made them some of the best villains in the series!

Instead of that, we get useless relationship drama! 😒

And that brings me to...

Stella/Sky/Bloom & Riven/Dane/Terra

What was the point of Dane? I'm still asking myself that question. He doesn't really do anything except act as relationship fuel for a love triangle.

Don't get me wrong, the representation is needed. But he adds nothing to the real plot at all except that Terra thinks he likes her, and he has a crush on Riven.

In terms of the Stella and Bloom love triangle with Sky, apparently she BLINDED someone because they flirted with sky. What?!? Stella isn't that cruel at all. The show clearly flanderized her to a cruel mean girl so....

Edit: Check the “liked” section; she has been upgraded to sort of like in episodes 5 and 6.

Lets not forget about “diversity”

Male fairies did exist before Fate:

https://www.youtube.com/post/UgziTWMf44kv0fkDt8x4AaABCQ

https://www.youtube.com/post/UgxWAFZRmqt_k3iBMhZ4AaABCQ

Flora/Terra, Musa, and Whitewashing

Terra and Musa are wonderful! Their actress' do a great job; their personalities are so similar to the original (except for musa's mind abilities and Terra's talkative personality)! Whenever one of them interacts with the other main cast, you feel actual friendship chemistry between them!!

But there is an elephant in the room: the whitewashing. If these characters were the correct race, they wouldn't be in this critical review.

Terra isn't flora, but her character was clearly based on her! Also, she has a cousin named Flora, so Flora is clearly in this universe.

Why change her race and swap her out! The personalities are spot on, which makes it even more disheartening to know that they would rather replace two POC characters with white characters who essentially are the same people and have the same plot importance.

What a shame and low blow that is! Especially since I am a black woman myself!

Sky and Riven

Them being bros make no sense really. Before they were more like enemies who were forced to work together.

Why are they friends?? What's the backstory?

Other than that, sky is pretty spot on. He's the pretty boy with good intentions. Not interesting but not very boring either.

Riven is cringy like I feared. He was also sort of cringe in the og but because of the darker setting in the remake he just feels even more so.

Other Criticisms:

- we gets some pretty cringy dialogue (mostly from riven). Some of the clingy dialogue (not from riven) ironically could have worked in a lighter setting and become "campy".

- The fact that there are no wings for 5 whole episodes, just makes the entire thing feel like Witches or something...

- why does everyone have the dead parent trope??

- no tecna

Things I do like:

- bloom missing her parents and feeling left out

- Musa and Sam before Musa and Riven (hopefully)

- Terra in general

- Terra’s dad and brother

- Musa in general

- Stella funny quips

- the scenery is gorgeous

- Stella's clothes are so fashionable! She has great outfits!

- Sky and Bloom taking during the party and/or being friendly with each other

- the magic cgi looks good 👍

- the rooms of the girls dorms and the castle looks great on the inside

- Aisha's personality

- Farrah Dowling is good as well

- Bloom is pretty spot on

- Stella's mom's powers are awesome

- imagine the genocide plot but with the happy fun show vibe and with the trix. The trix want to get revenge on faragonda for killing their cult, who wanted to revive the ancestral witches or something💥💥💥

- Stella in episodes 5 and 6 is cool

- the inclusion of the witches of aster dell (Beatrix said she was born there = witch)

- the inclusion of musa’s mother’s death

-Her transformation was lackluster to me, but I appreciated the effort to include it.

Conclusion

The pacing was all over the place to me; it felt like some episodes lasted forever and all of them seemed to have the vague theme of : be careful who you trust.

By trying to separate the winx from the og and have them have "their own lives" (which they already had), they ruined the intriguing backstories the characters already had in the og. Some were somewhat kept, but others were kind of left in the dust *cough*Aisha*cough*.

They took away with made them special: the teamwork, love, and friendship that brought them together and made them stronger. *They try it in episodes 5 and 6, but to me it just falls sort of flat.*

That said it isn't completely bad, it's mediocre at best, but it isn't Winx and that's that.

Edit: I know that it’s not supposed to be winx per say, but it has characters from the og and even the “winx” name in the title!

Credits: WCD channel on youtube, rainbow whitewashing jar on tumblr, and Youtube videos by the official winx club youtube channel.

#fate the winx club saga #fate the winx saga #winx club #netwinx

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Chapter 9 - February 1947

Summary: 1947. It had been nearly four years since she had received a letter from her sister. Now with the end of the war and her impending wedding, Anna Rendelle is more determined than ever to find her sister.

1943. All her life Elsa Rendelle had been told to be good, know her place and to marry well. When an opportunity arises to make something of herself, finding herself in Occupied France as a part of a larger network of secret agents.

Rating: Mature

Relationships: Anna/Kristoff, Elsa/Honeymaren, Anna/Hans (Briefly)

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Note:Thank you Molly who recommended Hans should be going into property law!! My last exam is tomorrow and then once I'm done work on friday, I have three weeks off of work and school. So I'm hoping I can update Rise to Me more over those weeks. Can't promise but it is the hope!!Thank you so much for reading 💕 It's very appreciated!

Anna sits in The Clarence by herself, a slow warming beer sitting almost untouched in front of her as she jots down notes in a book. She is clearly overdressed for the pub, wearing a new pair of stockings and a blue button-down dress with black gloves extending to her elbows.

She overlooks her writing, carefully reading the chicken scratch in front of her. Despite years of being drilled to write neatly and in cursive, Anna had never perfected her writing. She always printed, despite it taking longer than cursive and held her pencil wrong; having the lower end resting against her index finger as her fist curled around the pen.

“You’ve barely touched your beer.” A deep voice comments, as the figure belonging to it, settles in the seat across from her against the wall. Anna sighs looking up at Kristoff, clearly frustrated.

“You’re late.” She comments. “I’ve been here nearly an hour.”

“Well, clearly you have a better sense of time than I do.” Kristoff shrugs, leaning back in his chair with a sigh. “I’m gonna get a drink.”

“No! I don’t have time for you to order a drink. Just take mine.” Anna slides her glass with the coaster underneath across the table.

“I don’t want your drink; I’ll just get my own.”

“Stop being such a baby and take my beer.” Anna huffs, the pint now sitting between the pair as she returns to her notebook. Kristoff reluctantly reaches forward, ensuring he knows where the lipstick stain on the glass is as he sips from it.

He groans, grimacing in disgust. “It’s warm.”

“You should have gotten here earlier.” She retorts without looking up from the black notebook, ignoring Kristoff’s groans as he sips the warming beer. “So I was looking into it and I can get tickets on the ferry from Folkstone to Le Havre for 5 pounds each on the 7th of February.”

“Alright,” Kristoff nods, sitting forward in his seat as if beginning to take this meeting seriously. “Do you have any idea what your sister’s code name could be?”

“Code name?” Anna’s brows furrow in confusion, it hadn’t occurred to her

“Yeah, I very much doubt that a government agency would send agents without some sort of protection.” Kristoff states, “Often times when my troop encountered members of the resistance, they would have code names or alias to protect themselves.”

Anna finally looks up from the notebook, cocking her head slightly. “I didn’t know that.”

“Yeah,” Kristoff responds, reaching into his pockets to grab his pack of cigarettes. She watches as the blonde lights a cigarette, inhaling deeply. She had expected him to continue, but he doesn’t.

“Okay well, I don’t know. But it has to be in her file, right?” Anna asks, the pen hanging loosely in her hand. Kristoff shrugs, finishing the pint with a groan.

“I would assume so. But it all depends if you can get access to it. Look and see if it on the paperwork you have for her. If not, you might need to get your fiancé’s brother to get that for you or see if the French have any records.” He explains, taking another drag of the cigarette.

“Will the French have records?”

Kristoff nods, exhaling smoke which is followed by a sigh. “Yeah…they’ll mostly likely be arrest records.”

Anna’s gaze drops to the table, her heart pounding in her ears as she thinks about the possible arrest of her sister. It was the worst scenario she had imaged Elsa to have gone through, being questioned by Germans, beaten and put into one of those horrid camps. The ones which the newscasters on the BBC are talking about more and more every day.

“Will we be able to access them?” Anna finally asks, her gaze fixated on the table as she draws her lower lip between her teeth.

“I’m not sure if we will, but we can always try. Paris isn’t that far from Arras.” Kristoff shrugs, glancing at the bar to check if the crowd had dissipated. It had not. “But speaking of which, we need to discuss payment.”

“P-payment?” Anna furrows her brows, confounded by the American’s forwardness about money. She glances up from the table, wondering if he is joking. He is not.

“Yeah well…i-it’s just…” Kristoff awkwardly trails off, rubbing the back of his neck. “Gas isn’t free.”

“Oh…right.” Anna blinks. The price of gas, accommodations and food hadn’t occurred to her in regard to their journey over the Channel. “Um well…I can pay for half of the essentials.”

“Half?” Kristoff stares at the young woman incredulously. For a moment he can’t believe this woman across from him had barged her way into his life, demanded he accompany her to France with no intention of paying him for his services.

“I mean, you’re looking for someone as well,” Anna explains, crossing her arms across her chest. “I think it’s rather unfair to expect me to pay you. It’s not like you’re making money here anyway, a few weeks in France won’t be any different.”

“I mean, I also don’t need to accompany you.” Kristoff glances over Anna once again; observing the pearl bracelet around her wrist over the silk gloves she wears, His gaze resting on the pearl earrings she currently wore. “I’m sure you have a trust system you can access.”

Anna stares at the man across from her, her red lips pursed as she stares at the man with cold eyes. “Fine. I will pay for our accommodations, food and gas. But any alcohol you order is on your own dime.”

“Alright, fine.” Kristoff huffs, standing from the table without another word before making his way to a free place at the bar. Anna shakes her head, rolling her eyes as he walks away from her.

Glancing down at her bracelet, Anna runs her fingers over the piece of jewelry. A piece which once had belonged to her mother, as had the earrings. They were the only pieces of jewelry salvaged from the wreckage of their family home in London. It always breaks her heart slightly at the thought of her mother’s silver locket containing the photo of both she and Elsa had been lost. It was the piece Anna wishes she could have.

Since the bombing, Anna had worked for everything she had. The gloves she wore tonight having been restitched several times, only ever having three pairs of stockings at a time. Hell, she barely made enough to buy the makeup she sold at the counter.

She doesn’t need him telling her what she is worth.

A figure appears next to Anna sliding between the chair and the table next to them. With a huff, Anna doesn’t bother looking at the man. “Will you be much more agreeable now that you have your beer?”

“I’d actually be a lot happier if you were to buy me a glass of wine.” The man retorts a voice that does not belong to Kristoff. In shock Anna looks up, baffled as Olaf stands next to her with an amused smirk.

“Oh, my god. I didn’t even notice it was you.” She stands in that moment, wrapping her arms around his shoulders for a quick embrace. As she withdraws from him, Anna places her hand on his arm, the wool of his peacoat rubbing against her gloves. “Sit down with us please.”

“I didn’t realize you and Hans were having pre-dinner drinks. I would have joined you earlier.” The light-blonde man comment, removing his grey woollen fedora.

“I’m not with Hans actually. We’re still meeting him at the restaurant.” Anna explains slowly, unsure how to justify meeting a man, who isn’t her fiancé, at a bar.

Olaf’s light brows furrow in confusion. “I didn’t realize you had friends other than me.”

“Haha, very funny.” Anna rolls her eyes sarcastically as Olaf takes his seat next to her. The man beams at her, clearly pleased with himself.

“Oh hello.” Kristoff’s American voice resounds through Anna as he stands behind her. Kristoff stares at the strange man sitting next to Anna. Olaf’s chestnut eyes dart back and forth between his friend and the American stranger.

“So...are we just collecting Americans now?” Olaf asks, his fingers tapping against the table.

Kristoff’s brows knit together, slightly taken aback by the man’s question, unsure how to respond. He moves between tables to his seat against the wall, settling on the chair as he places down his beer.

“No, we’re not. Kristoff this is Olaf Sommer, my childhood friend. Olaf this is Kristoff Bjorgman, he is…helping me find Elsa.” Anna introduces the two men. She is surprised as Kristoff reaches across the table, extending his hand to Olaf.

Her childhood friend takes Kristoff’s hand, shaking it with a smile. “It’s nice to meet you.”

“You too,” Kristoff responds, withdrawing his hand from the other man’s grasp. He picks up his pint, taking a sip from the glass.

Anna glances back to Olaf. “What time is it?”

Olaf pulls up the sleeves of his coat and shirt, taking a peek at the silver watch occupying his wrist. “It’s 10 minutes to 7.”

“We should get going.” Anna sighs, her hands falling to her thighs before reaching back for her green coat. “I told Hans we would meet him Wiltons at 7, He’ll most likely be there already.”

“I was just getting settled.” Olaf huffs, re-buttoning his jacket once again. “I wanted to get a bottle of wine.”

“You can get one at the restaurant,” Anna responds, standing as she fastens her coat and grabs her purse.

“It will be a lot cheaper here,” Kristoff interjects with a shrug.

“He has a point.” Olaf waggles his brows at his friend, holding his hat against his chest. Anna glares at the two men, her hands settled on her hips.

“I don’t like where this is going. You.” She points to Olaf. “Come with me. And you.” Pointing to Kristoff “Stay.”

“What am I a dog?”

“For all intents and purposes yes, you are a dog.” Anna retorts, taking Olaf by the wrist to lead him out of the bar. The pair push onto the street, Olaf offering his arm to Anna as they walk down dark Dover Street.

“He seems like a nice chap.” Olaf comments.

“He is a pain in my ass,” Anna responds with a groan. “I had to go all the way to Spitalfields last week to find him and then he had the nerve to brush me off coldly. Then he barged into my work and Mrs. Stei-”

“Wait? You went to Spitalfields?” Olaf asks, turning to his friend with a look of horror.

“Weren’t you listening? Yes, so he storms into the store and wants to me-”

“No Anna! You don’t get to blow this over; you found this guy in Spitalfields?” He repeats, his voice rising at the news.

“It isn’t a big deal, anyway Kristoff is taking me over me to France to look for Elsa,” Anna states, staring up at her friend. Worried how he will take the news over this.

“Wait. Wait…wait…” Olaf trails off, trying to sort through all of the information Anna handed to him. “You mean to tell me; you’re going to France with a man you just met…from Spitalfields…Anna are you insane? Your body is going to end up at the bottom of the Channel.”

“I’ll be fine.” She waves him off, unconcerned about her safety. Olaf is about to question her further, but Anna detaches from his arm at the sight of Hans. She rushes towards her fiancé, dressed in his formal army uniform.

She places her hands on the lapels of his olive-green jacket, smoothing them while peering up at him with a smile. Hans smiles down at his fiancé, his hand settling on her waist before pressing a chaste kiss to her cheek.

“You look beautiful.” He comments, offering his arm to her. Anna accepts the gesture as Olaf comes to stand next to the couple. Without hesitation Hans reaches over, extending his hand to Olaf.

“It’s nice to see you again Hans.” Olaf forces a smile as he shakes the other man’s hand.

“You too Olaf.” Hans nods, before glancing back to Anna. “Shall we go inside?”

“Yes please, I am starving!” Anna exclaims as the trio make their way into the restaurant. Upon reaching the doors, Anna stops which causes Hans to halt to a stop as well.

“Oh yes, the typical stop before entering a building.” Hans chuckles, running his finger against the back of her hand. Her chest constricts with guilt, hating that she had to make him stop every time.

She forces laughter at his supposed joke, patting him on the arm to indicate she is ready, even though she isn’t. Panic blooming from her chest as they step into the building, trying to reassure herself that everything is fine. Hopeful that perhaps that memory won’t return this time, as it didn’t always when walking through doors.

Olaf’s hand comes to her bicep, rubbing it gently as they step into the foyer. Glancing over her shoulder, Anna offers him a reassuring smile hoping to bring relief to her friend. She knows how it worries Olaf, not wanting to ruin his night over his worry for her.

Hans approaches the maître d’ with her still on his arm. Instead of listening to the details of their reservations, Anna stares at the red-carpeted floor, relieved that her silliness won’t get in the way of a pleasant evening.

They are led to their table silently, the music of a string quartet echoing through the quiet room. As they walk through the room, Anna can’t help but feel out of place here. She never feels as if she belongs in these restaurants that Hans brought her to. It isn’t that Anna is ungrateful, quite the opposite. She just isn’t used to it at all.

Hans glances at Anna with a smile, inquiring after a bottle of wine that she can’t recall the name of. She returns the gesture with a nod, reaching across the table to place her hand over her fiancés’ as he hands the wine menu to the waiter.

“So, Olaf,” Hans calls glancing up from his menu to the blonde seated across the table from him. “How is the life of a solicitor?”

“It’s fine. You know…working in inheritance and contract law isn’t the most appealing field.” Olaf shrugs, tapping his long fingers against the table. “So rather tiresome, I’m afraid.”

Anna clears her throat, waiting for her friend to ask a follow-up question. Instead, the blonde’s attention is focused on the wine glass being placed in front of him. “Hans is going to practice law once we relocate to Washington.”

“That’s good.” Olaf comments, although Anna isn’t sure if he is talking to her or the waiter as the man holds the label to her friend. The young woman clears her throat once again, reaching over with her foot to kick Olaf’s shoe under the table.

His gaze snaps towards her, his brows knit together questioningly. Anna stares at him pointedly, darting her gaze towards Hans before resting on the blonde man once again.

Olaf sighs, rolling his eyes. “So, Hans, what type of law will you practice?” he inquires reluctantly, taking a generous sip of his freshly poured wine.

“Property Law, my mother comes from a prominent legal family in DC so when we get established, I’ll work out everything,” Hans responds, taking a sip of his red wine.

“I thought you graduated from Westpoint, isn’t that a military school?” Olaf’s brows furrow, unsure how the 26-year-old man before him could possibly have a law degree and be a graduate of Westpoint.

“I did. Top of my class.” Hans states, staring at Olaf. “I’ve completed two years of my law degree but enrolled at Westpoint in 1940 due to my father’s urging.”

“Hans comes from a prominent military family in Virginia. But plans on finishing his law degree when we return.” Anna further explains, trying to regain her best friend’s attention.

“Enough about us though, Hans,” Olaf calls across the table, seeming to be finally interested in Anna’s fiancé. “What do you think of Anna’s travel ideas?”

She sputters as she sips her wine, not expecting her friend to bring up her impending journey to France. Coughing, Anna makes eye contact with Olaf, slightly shaking her head. Hans glances from the auburn-haired woman back to the blonde man, raising his brow at the two of them.

“What journey?”

Olaf’s eyes widen in realization, his mouth hanging open as he tries to piece together a lie. “Uhhhh…Spitalfields. I meant Anna’s travelling to Spitalfields last week.”

“Why on earth did you go to Spitalfields?” Hans inquires, glancing back to Anna. A wrinkle appears between his brows as he scrutinizes his fiancé.

“I um…” Her breath catches in her throat as she attempts to think of an excuse. There really is no reason to go to Spitalfields, especially this time of year.

“Cheese…” Olaf blurts, causing the couple to look towards him.

“Cheese?” Hans asks slowly, not completely believing the pair in front of them.

“Yup,” Anna nods, slowly pulling her gaze away from Olaf to Hans. Trying her best to sound confident in her lie. “There is a certain…cheese shop I like in Spitalfields.”

God, they were terrible liars.

Hans huffs glancing between the two of them as he takes another sip of his wine. Setting the crystal on the white tablecloth, he clears his throat. “What is going on?”

Anna glances down to her lap, her hands gripping the skirt of her dress as she summons the courage to tell him. Olaf sits back in his chair, staring at his friend with concern as he fiddles with the stem of his wineglass.

“I’m going to France.” She states, not bringing herself to make eye-contact with Hans yet. Silence envelops the table at the news. Anna waits for him to say something, anything to her at that moment. But he doesn’t.

Reluctantly she glances up from her lap. Hans stares at the tab, his mouth pressed into a thin line. Anna opens her mouth to call out to him in that moment, but he looks up at her. “We’ll talk about this later.”

She nods, glancing back down to the menu in front of her, trying to distract herself from the impending conversation between her and Hans. The rest of the dinner passes without much conversation, save for the odd comment Olaf made towards Hans or Anna.

The two men talk politics briefly once they receive their meals, Anna doesn’t feel the need to contribute to their conversation. She eats in silence as if she was dining alone, drinking her wine periodically. Hans doesn’t even inquire if Anna wants dessert, instead immediately asking for the cheque to be delivered.

Hans and Olaf shake hands as they part outside of the restaurant, offering one another a polite smile before the blonde man turns to Anna. With a sigh, Olaf wraps his arms around Anna, his finger brushing against her green coat as he whispers in her ear.

“Good luck.”

Anna smiles at her friend as they withdraw from one another, her hand brushing against the wool of his grey peacoat. She turns to Hans, who stares down at her, offering her an arm as they turn from the other man.

“Should I hail a taxi for us?” Hans inquires as they meander down Jermyn street with one other.

“Could we walk instead? It’s not like we get many nice nights like these.” Anna comments, peering up at him hoping that he’ll agree to her request.

“Alright.” Hans nods, patting her hand with his own. They walk in silence for a little longer, neither one of them knowing what to say.

Cars pass them on the January night, tires rolling in the puddles on the street from all the rain experienced this week. Though it is to be expected for London in January, Anna misses the sun and cool breeze while walking along the Thames in the evening when the sun sets later in the day.

“Hans,” Anna finally calls as they reach Wardour Street, a quiet street that ensures they won’t have an audience. “I think we need to talk about what happened at supper.”

“I…I just can’t believe I had to hear it from Olaf about this Anna.” Hans shakes his head, clearly disappointed. “When were you planning on telling me? Were you going to send me a telegraph from the ship?”

“No, I wouldn’t do that…I just…was looking for the right moment to tell you.” Anna shakes her head, staring down the street ahead of them. “I was going to tell you, I swear.”

“I’d rather you not go alone. If you had told me about your plans, I would have taken time off to accompany you.” Hans shakes his head. “I don’t like the idea of you going alone.”

Anna falls silent, her heart pounding in her chest, peering up at him with a grimace. “I’m not going alone…actually.”

“E-excuse me?” Hans looks down at his fiancé, his brows knit together. “With whom?”

“Your brother’s letter mentioned a man who was also making inquiries with the records department of the Pentagon…” Anna trails off, glancing down at her mary-jane shoes as they walk. “Well, I found his address here in London and I went to see him. Which is why I went to Spitalfields. To meet with him.”

“So, wait, you’re planning on going to France. With a man, you barely know. And you expect me, your fiancé, to just…let you go?” Hans asks with a huff.

“Hans this is important to me. Please understand.” Anna pleads as they turn right onto Hollen Street. “Kristoff will take care of me and make sure I don’t act brashly.”

Hans raises a brow at her as they turn onto Newman Passage. “Kristoff? Should I be worried?”

“Of course not!” Anna exclaims. “He’s a drunkard who spends most of his money at a murder bar in Spitalfields.”

“Murder bar?” Hans chuckles, shaking his head as they turn left onto Rathbone. “Is that the actual name?”

“No, it’s not…but it might as well be.” Anna sighs as they approach her boarding house. The sound of her heels echoing through the quiet street. The couple stop in front of the tall brick building with the rounded door frame.

“I just don’t know Anna.” Hans sighs as Anna withdraws from him to stand in front of her fiancé. “This idea of you going across to France with a stranger, to look for your sister who has been missing for years…is ludicrous.”

“I know how it must sound but…” Anna sighs, her gaze drifting to the ground where the garbage sits on the street. “I need to at least try. I will never forgive myself if I don’t.”

Hans stares at her, cupping both her cheeks to tilt up her head, emerald eyes meeting sapphire ones as he gazes at her. “Alright, I don’t like it. But if you need to do this, I won’t stop you.”

“Hans…Thank you.” She throws her arms around him, holding his body close to hers as tears threaten to spill. Anna has his blessing, finally after months of trying to explain and attempting to be understood. She is going to France to find Elsa.

#kristanna #elsamaren #anna #elsa #kristoff #honeymaren #Rise to Me #Post WWII AU #WWI AU #frozen #frozen 2 #myfics

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avatarstories · 4 years

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izumi’s birthday pt 2: chosen legacies

AN: Bumi! (my favorite of the Gaang kids!!) Don’t read this if you don’t want to read about family problems, otherwise, enjoy.

Despite being a firebender, Izumi loved the nighttime. When she was little her grandfather told her stories about how a Water Tribe princess became the moon to save her people. She liked to think that she would do the same if the people of the Fire Nation needed someone to save the sun. On clear nights when the moon was full, she felt as though the moon was reaching out especially to her, maybe a bond between princesses. Her grandfather had chuckled when she mentioned that to him, “I think the moon princess would like you very much, my dear Izumi,” he had replied.

So it was no surprise to Bumi when on a clear night with a full moon that he would find his best friend on the rooftop in the secret spot above the royal library they had found two summers ago reading a scroll with the light of a small flame coming from her fingertip and a cup of tea steaming beside her.

“Zumi-"

“Oh Agni! Bumi you scared me,” Izumi says, nearly knocking over her tea.

“Sorry,” he says trying to cover a laugh. “May I?”

“Of course, come,” she says patting the empty spot next to her. “What are you doing up?”

“Mom and Kya are running around like maniacs with the full moon,” he replies. “They were making so much noise I couldn’t sleep. I’m sure half the palace is awake with them in at the garden pond making splashes. Thought I try my luck and see if you were up here.” He takes a seat next to her. “What are you reading?”

She shows him the scroll. “History of the Early Fire Lords,” she says.

“Any good?” Bumi asks.

“Yes, actually. The Fire Nation islands used to all be separate and constantly fighting each other and then a warrior from one of the outlying islands united them,” she answers. “He got them to stop fighting for resources by setting up trade among the islands and making them economically interdependent on each other. It then allowed the islands to specialize production of certain crops or materials.”

“Smart guy,” Bumi says approvingly. Izumi does not say anything in reply, and a silence falls between them.

“You’re never this quiet,” Izumi says after a moment. “Everything ok?”

Bumi leans back with a sigh and lays down with his hands behind his head. Izumi rolls up her scroll and turns to face him. “Bumi, what’s wrong?”

“I applied to the Military Academy of the United Forces,” he says eyes fixed on the sky above him. “And I got in...You’re the first person I’ve told.”

“Bumi that’s great!” Izumi replies but she couldn’t quite cover the hesitancy in her voice.

“You have a question, just ask it,” he states.

“Well you’ve never mentioned even thinking about applying before,” she replies. “And you don’t really seem excited about it…So I can’t help but wonder what brought this about?”

Bumi sighs and sits back up next to Izumi. “Remember when I won the United Republic sword fighting championship last year?”

“Of course, how could I forget? You almost fell off the ring but were hanging on by two fingers and then you got yourself back up and won!”

“Exactly.”

“I don’t follow.”

“My dad forgot that I won,” he says a little bitterly. “He asked me what the trophy in my room was for, and I just got so mad. Honestly I was so angry, I don’t even remember what I said, but things have been bad between us for a few months now. And my mom, she’s just pretending like nothing is wrong.”

“Bumi,” she puts a had on his shoulder comfortingly. Bumi leans into it and puts his head on her shoulder, and Izumi lets her arm fall to hold him in a sideways hug.

“I just don’t understand why everything has to be about Tenzin all the time. I’m half air nomad too. And I know I can’t bend - .” He lets the sentence fall.

“So you thought the Military Academy would be a better place to showcase your talents,” she affirms.

“Yea, something like that.”

Silence falls between them again. Izumi feels like the moon is so close that she could be listening in on their conversation. “Sometimes I just get so jealous, and it makes me feel terrible because he’s so much younger than me. I love him to death, and I'd do anything for him, but I’m smart and talented too! It’s like no one wants me in their culture because I don’t bend so I can’t possibly fit,” he says. “No one sees me.”

“I see you,” she offers

“Yea but you’re my best friend so you chose to. My parents though, they should definitely be the people who don’t have a choice. But its like 75% of their attention is on Tenzin, 20% on Kya, and then maybe 5% on me. I’m about to graduate top of my class, and yet no one can get over how Tenzin learned how to make two air-scooters at once,” he says defeatedly. “It’s so lonely.”

At that, she looks at him. His lips quiver, and his brow is furrowed. “I’m sorry, Bumi.”

“It’s nothing to apologize for,” he says.

“For what it’s worth, sometimes I wish we could trade places,” she says.

He tenses and narrows his eyes at her. ‘What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Well-"

“You want to live where no one gives a shit about you?” he asks, anger creeping into his tone.

“That’s not-”

“You couldn’t live in anonymity for a day, Izumi. You’re a princess, there’s a whole country of people who care about who you are and what you’re doing.”

That comment makes her blood boil. “And you have no idea what it's like to live under that much pressure all the time. At least you don’t have a legacy to inherit!” she says bitingly.

Disappointment washes across Bumi’s features, and Izumi immediately regrets what she said.

“Of all people, I thought you would at least try to understand,” he replies, barely above a whisper. He starts to get up and Izumi tries to grab his shoulder to stop him, but he shrugs it off. He pushes himself up before she can stop him again and starts back towards the roof entrance.

“Bumi- wait,” Izumi says, now also standing.

“I am so tired of giving people I love so many second chances,” he says over his shoulder.

“Wait,” she tries again, but Bumi does not stop, and he disappears through the secret entrance back down into the library.

Izumi lets out an angry sigh and covers her face with her hands. You, idiot! She thinks to herself. Frustrated, she throws a fire ball off the roof and watches it dissipate as it falls towards the courtyard below. ********************************************************************************************* Bumi is walking alone through the library when he hears a gust of air above him. He looks up around and almost misses his little brother on an air scooter, high above the rows of shelves as Tenzin tries to hide.

Bumi sighs. “Tenzin, I know you’re there. Come out.” Tenzin sheepishly lands next to Bumi, head hanging low.

“Were you following me?”

“I wanted to see where you were going,” Tenzin whispers. “Are you mad at me?” he asks.

With that Bumi knows Tenzin heard his conversation and fight with Izumi. Bumi pulls on his lip, taking a second before replying and thinking about how this could get any worse. “No, bud.”

Tenzin looks up at that. “Are you mad at Dad?”

“Yea,” Bumi says. “But that’s nothing for you to worry about.” He leans down so he is eye level with Tenzin.

“Are you mad at Princess Izumi?” Tenzin asks looking intently at his big brother.

Bumi chuckles a bit at Tenzin’s use of her title. He really was a serious little 10 year old. “Yea, I am, but again, nothing for you to worry about,” he says. “Come on, hop on my back, I’ll give you a ride back to our rooms. It’s way passed your bedtime.”

Tenzin smiles and climbs onto his big brother’s back, holding on tight to his shoulders, and Bumi starts back towards their rooms in the guest wing of the palace.

“Bumi?” Tenzin asks as they exit the library. “Are you really going to leave for the military academy?”

“Spirits Tenzin, did anyone ever teach you anything about privacy?” Bumi mutters. “But yes, I think I am.”

“I’ll miss you,” Tenzin says, holding on to Bumi a little tighter.

Bumi adjusts Tenzin since he had slipped down his back a bit while they walked along the hallway.

"I’ll miss you too, bud.”

Tenzin rests his head on Bumi’s shoulder. Tenzin cannot see the single tear that rolls down Bumi’s cheek, but he feels it land on his finger. He nuzzles deeper into his brother’s shoulder, and it is silent between them the rest of the walk back.

AN: soft brother Bumi, ugh I’d die for him. Izumi and Bumi’s brother/sister like friendship, *chef’s kiss*

I remember reading once that funny characters often use their humor as a way to deflect from hard emotions and I think Bumi fits that description perfectly.

#izumi #bumi #tenzin #avatarstories #atla fanfic #gaang kids

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whitherliliesbloom · 4 years

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since they're going around, do you have any pregnancy headcanons for Illya? (you can delete this if it makes you feel uncomfortable, sorry!)

*Interrupts my butler au and nyooms to my inbox real fast*

SO I SEE YOU’VE CHOSEN DEATH. Placed under the cut because this is long. Seriously. I’ve broken the headcanons into sections. Some 5.3 spoilers under the birth section due to mentions of a certain someone.

Realization and breaking the news to friends

Among their friends, Illya and Alphinaud are probably one of the last to get married but ironically, the first to have children. Because they’re the type of couple who has like 20 years of their future planned ahead of them. Communication is extremely important to them, and long before they even got married they’d already discussed having children.

Having a baby was on their ‘to-do’ list right after moving into a new home and also making sure the timing is right that no world ending threat might cause having a baby to become an inconvenience.

So when Illya starts to feel symptoms she honestly isn’t even surprised. She’s more ecstatic than anything. Given her experience with being a medic, she can also roughly tell apart her morning sickness from a common cold or food poisoning. She does go to a chirurgeon to double check though, and her suspicions are confirmed.

She surprises Alphinaud with the news by sewing a tiny onesie version of his trademark suit and gifting it to him in a present box while he’s working.

Alphinaud planned for this but he still can’t help but feel his stomach do flips when he figures out what her gift means and he grabs her into a hug only to quickly pull away “ah- I should be careful from now on, I’m sorry!”

They tell the scions and they celebrate the news together. Krile offers to personally monitor Illya’s condition and Tataru won’t stop crying throughout the party.

Illya travels back to the First and announces the news to her and Alphinaud’s friends of Norvrandt. Chai Nuzz was fortunate enough to stop his wife from crushing Illya in a hug by reminding her that she’s carrying a child. Dulia Chai is quickly reduced to tears when Illya gives her a handwritten letter from Alphinaud asking her to be the baby’s godmother. Ronitt offers to build Illya an automaton that would serve as an automatic baby walker but she refuses his offer. The pixies seem to already know Illya’s pregnant before she even tells them, most probably due to word from Feo Ul, who promptly scolds their darling sapling for keeping the news secret from them until now. Seto is horrified that Illya walked all the way to see him and gave her a flight back to the crystarium. Ryne is overjoyed and asks if she could be the baby’s big sister, to which Illya of course agrees.

Though unfortunately, Krile asks Illya to refrain from traveling back to the first anymore especially during her late stages of pregnancy. They don’t know if the baby will be able to handle the travel well especially when it starts to develop a solid body and soul of its own. Illya explains this to her friends, and they all understand.. though Dulia Chai does request for a painting of the baby from Alphinaud after Illya gives birth.

Before Illya could make the traverse back to visit her parents in their homeland, she is surprised by their visit. Alphinaud had apparently scheduled and prepared their voyage over to Eorzea to visit Illya as a surprise, and Illya can’t hold back her tears of joy. Cocona too, is reduced to tears but tries to hold it back. Lachlan is just jolly and excited to be a granddad and tells Alphinaud and Illya that he’s proud of them.

Cocona and Lachlan stay at their home for a few days and before they return to their farm, Lachlan crafts up a little baby stool with his carpentry skills.

During pregnancy / preparation

Even when pregnant, Illya is a workaholic. She’s absolutely forbidden from fighting but she still actively works her shifts at infirmaries and sneaks out once in a while to attend to injured soldiers. She also does chores, much to Alphinaud’s chagrin. Against his insistence, she still cleans the house and cooks their meals, but she leaves the heavyweight stuff to temporary helpers Alphinaud hires.

When the two aren’t working, they’re actively preparing for the baby’s arrival. Illya by sewing as many onesies, towels and beanies she possibly can.. and Alphinaud by buying an indescribable amount of supplies. They have a whole storage room dedicated to baby nappies, wipes, formula and food. He doesn’t listen to Illya’s scoldings. Surely a ceiling high worth of diaper packs isn’t enough.

Illya’s a lot more picky about her diet and the 9 months she’s pregnant is the longest she goes without eating her signature black blossom peppers. Even she knows that it might be hazardous to her baby. Her weirdest craving consists of a stick of steamed celery dipped in Ishgardian tea. She’ll swear upon her life that it tasted good to her at the time.

They also begin to prepare a room for the baby, Illya pasting glow-in-the-dark stickers of stars and birds on the ceiling and they paint the walls a bright baby blue with clouds together. They line the baby’s bed with layers of the best blankets Illya could afford to sew and plushies of themselves. There are plushies of the scions lining the shelves above the cabinet too. Of course, Illya has a ton of potted flowers in the room.

Of course, they begin baby-proofing the house too and Illya has to ask Alphinaud to get a lock fixed on the door of their armory. They have a personal aetheryte installed in their garden which only they and their trusted companions can attune to. Illya crafts a baby bracelet with a tiny aetheryte charm attached to it that she plans to give to her baby, so that she and Alphinaud could warp to their side at any thing.

Alphinaud and Illya do A LOT of reading to prepare themselves, they’d often pour through hours and hours worth of information in order to educate themselves on what is best for their baby.

Alphinaud loves pressing his ear against Illya’s belly and talking to the baby, and they both read a lot of books out loud. They often fall asleep on the couch together, wrapped in a blanket with Alphinaud’s head against her belly and her hand brushing his hair.

Illya also sings lullabies to her tummy a lot, which inevitably ends with Alphinaud falling asleep on her lap. If she isn’t singing to her tummy, she’s humming while doing something else like knitting or reading.

Illya takes a lot of walks and makes it a point to do light exercises even while pregnant. She was told that it’s good for expecting mothers to do so, for both the baby and to hopefully lessen labour pains. Alphinaud asks Illya to not do it unless she has somebody accompanying her but of course she doesn’t always listen.

The baby’s first kick causes Illya to freeze completely in place and Alphinaud panics when he sees her just standing there. He nearly runs to call the chirurgeon but Illya just stops and giggles as she stops him. “No, no. It’s okay. I just.. felt a little nudge.” Alphinaud drops to a knee and immediately presses his hand against her belly to feel yet another kick. And to say he’s over the moon would be an understatement. He scoops Illya up and kisses her forehead.

Word about the warrior of light’s pregnancy starts to get out and they are sent hampers containing gifts as well as a lot of congratulations fan letters. Some noteworthy gifts are a doman tea set along with a note that explains how it’s good for rejuvenating expecting mothers, tiny scarves and mittens with the Ishgardian emblem sewn on them, kupo nuts, medical supplies and flower bouquets from the elder seedseer herself.

Alisaie often stops by to accompany Illya. ‘Accompany’ is just another word for babysitting, really. Alphinaud expresses worry for Illya’s insistence to keep working even while working and for once, Alisaie completely agrees with her brother. Illya’s not even allowed to hold a broom while Alisaie’s around. They also get several other visits from others.

When Rielle and Sidurgu visit her and Sidurgu is visibly awkward when he sees Illya dressed in maternal clothing and stuck on the couch under a disgruntled elezen woman’s watch. Usually when he meets Illya, she’s in a full suit of armor.

Melkoko drops off lunchboxes on the front door and doesn’t extend her visit much out of fear of bothering Illya’s rest. Illya goes to visit Leveva, who unsurprisingly already foretold of Illya’s pregnancy and congratulates her by giving her a set of supplements she’d prepared before hand. Sylphie and Getty surround Illya and begin to bombard her with questions when she visits them at the conjurer’s guild. Redolent rose is too busy to visit Illya, but has his best set of baby sized berets sent over to her home.

PLOT TWIST

When it came time to ask about the baby’s gender, they were about to go visit the chirurgeon when Krile stops them and notes that... there’s two separate aetheric bodies in Illya’s belly.

Y’shtola and the chirurgeon confirms it - they’re having twins. A boy and a girl.

Alphinaud’s panicking because he thinks the supplies he bought isn’t enough and Illya has to beg him not to order yet another 5 years worth of supplies. They compromise and go for 2. Their storage room still has a good amount of baby supplies even after the twins outgrow needing them.

They begin making preparations to welcome the second baby, with another baby cot, Illya crafts another set of baby clothing and a second aetheryte bracelet and of course, even more vigilant babysitting from Alisaie. They prep the nursery with even more plush toys, though Illya suggests that they save room so she can sew plushies of their babies afterwards too.

Illya’s belly really starts to expand and feels heavy as a result of her carrying twins and it’s difficult even for a workaholic for her to bring herself to walk for long periods. She’s stuck at home during the last two months of her pregnancy as a result. She sometimes vomits and loses her appetite, and at other times she eats a whole lot more than she usually does.

Illya has difficulty sleeping, and suffers from back pain and when the babies stretch, she also feels slight pain in her ribs and it’s led to a lot of late night moments of panic from Alphinaud. She assures him that she’s fine though. Alphinaud gives her a lot of massages and brings her tea and snacks when she gets the munchies.

Alphinaud begins to work a lot harder and does lots of overtime on his work so that he can spend more time at home with Illya after she gives birth.

They have a bit of trouble picking out names because they hadn’t exactly expected to get twins. But they eventually settle for Ipheion and Eulalie Leveilleur, both named after flowers.

IT’S BIRTH TIME

Illya’s water breaks while she’s baking cookies and she drops the tray of them onto the floor and sends Alphinaud running out of his office. He calls the linkpearl to the chirurgeon as calmly as he can and he seems to be cool as ice even when he’s carrying Illya out to the garden but Illya can tell from his arms that he’s shaking. Alphinaud’s read about this about a hundred times already but he still can’t shake how terrified he is now that he’s finally having to confront the process.

Alphinaud refuses to leave Illya’s side for the entirety of her labor and even before that. By Krile and Alisaie’s request, he also calls them to inform them of Illya going into labour and they quickly rush over.

He holds Illya’s hand and tells her that it’s okay and reassures her that she’s doing well. Her labour pains last significantly longer due to having twins. Illya’s pain tolerance is extremely high, but childbirth is on a completely different level and Alphinaud curses the twelve for not being able to do anything to lessen the pain for her.

Alphinaud wipes Illya’s sweat with a napkin and his throat grows parched from how much he talks to her.

The baby boy is the first to be delivered and Alphinaud is given the baby to hold, but he can’t bring himself to celebrate just yet. With his free hand, he continues holding Illya. By this point, they’re both thoroughly exhausted and Alphinaud’s hand is numb from how Illya squeezes him but they press on until she finally delivers the girl.

Illya passes out for a brief moment but regains consciousness to find her two babies wrapped up in Alphinaud’s arms, and she can’t help but to burst into tears. They each carry one, and Alphinaud is speechless. He’s a man of much eloquence but even he can’t describe the sheer joy of what he’s feeling at the moment.

Alisaie also begins crying when she sees the infants for the first time but she’s not crying, she swears!! Krile checks on Illya’s vitals very very thoroughly and insists that Illya rest, which she does. She ends up sleeping for a good 10 hours until she wakes up and asks to hold her baby immediately.

The scions visit the new parents one by one so as to not disturb them too much and all give their blessings to them and their newborn twins. Y’shtola in particular notes that their aetheric bodies are healthy and also surprisingly stronger than most newborns she’s seen. G’raha and Alisaie argue over who each of the babies resemble more. Tataru enters the room carting a trolley full of food and supplements for Illya to eat. No more cooking until she’s fully recovered - and she does mean fully. It’s the first time Illya agrees to finish her archon loaf.

Alphinaud often falls asleep on the chair next to the bed with a baby against his chest.

When they finally get to go home with the babies, they are almost by their babies’ sides 24/7.. not that it would be hard for them too especially with many sleepless nights and baby cries awaiting them.

They celebrate the twins one month anniversary by inviting their friends over and they are given lots of gifts. Alphinaud asks Estinien to be their baby’s godfather. Estinien refuses.

The first time they bring the babies to the Rising Stones, everyone there just surrounds them and clamours to get a chance to hold the babies.

Illya sews plushies of her twins and they now permanently reside next to plushie Illya and plushie Alphinaud

#alphinaud leveilleur #alphinaud #illya skawi #ipheion #eulalie #we've come so far #headcanons #mine #ask #anon #THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS BOY DID THIS TAKE... A LONG TIME TO TYPE OUT BUT IT WAS SO FUN #Anonymous

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professorlthings · 3 years

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How Supernatural Gripped Me Tight and Raised Me from Perdition

Happiness in Just Being:

How Supernatural Gripped Me Tight and Raised Me from Perdition

I am a broke college student. What little money I have is often spent on books I don’t technically need, much to the chagrin of my mother, who I have clearly not learned how to budget from. Furthermore, with Supernatural conventions on the 2021 calendar, saving money has really become something I strive to do. Nonetheless, sometimes my budgeting fails.

Trudging through Barnes & Noble one evening, looking for two YA books I’d recently added to my reading list, I walked into a Supernatural display. Now, as mentioned above, I’m a college student with limited funds to my name, but my investment in the Winchester brothers and their angelic ally Castiel had peaked this semester, and I was immediately drawn to one of the books, a volume entitled Family Don’t End With Blood, which had a drawing of the Winchesters standing against their 1967 Impala.

After a brief, agonized contemplation, I bought the book, along with several other pieces of Supernaturalparaphernalia, completely depleting my bank account – this is not hyperbole. Though I haven’t even begun to scratch the surface of all the essays people have written in this book about how Supernatural changed their lives, I am conscious of one indisputable truth: it changed mine, too. So, in the spirit of inspiration by the book, here is the story of how Supernatural gripped me tight and raised me from perdition.

I almost died this semester.

No, no. That’s too passive. I almost killed myself this semester. It’s unfair to say “I almost died” as though it wasn’t something completely in my control. Well, both under my control and ridiculously out of my control.

I got low this semester. It’s been a taxing year for everyone, I grant, and I was no exception. I’d fallen into such a bad place that I had taken to cutting myself with the red kitchen knife my mom had given me when I graduated high school. Cutting became a routine, something I would fall back upon. But I eventually stopped. And as I think back to the last evening I ever cut myself, I wonder what stayed my hand, what made me put that knife down.

It wasn’t my friends. Some of use weren’t even talking at this point.

It wasn’t my family. We were in a bad place, too.

It was something about me. Some resolution to keep living, despite every bad thing that had happened to me in the last 12 months.

Two months later, I shrug out of my trench coat, making sure to keep my open button-down on over my grey waffle undershirt, the cold already biting through my heavily layered clothing. My clothing is at this point 75% inspired by the Winchester brothers, from my red, purple, and green striped button-down to my now just broken-in Doc Martens; the other 25% belongs to Castiel, who inspired me to buy this trench coat. And it so happened that America’s Thrift Store had just what I was looking for – for $16.99.

I survey the now almost empty campus of the University of Alabama, oddly empty for the middle of dead week; it seems that most of the students have seen fit to go home, unlike me and my ragtag group of friends, most of whom decided to stay through until the end of finals week. I catch a glimpse of two people walking their dog across the Quad, and they probably notice me as well, sitting on the steps of Gorgas Library, a haunt usually occupied by many students at this time of year.

But, then again, it hasn’t exactly been a normal year, by any standards.

When Quarantine hit and I suddenly found myself back home at my parents’ place, I did what half of the population must have decided to do – I began watching a new TV series. With Doctor Who, Sherlock, and Good Omens already under my belt, the obvious place to go next was Supernatural. I had shockingly written it off as a show of little interest, because it was American, not British. Nonetheless, I didn’t think anything particular about this particular choice; it more just seemed like a natural next step. My younger sister and I began with “Pilot” and stopped somewhere in the middle of season 3, when my sister lost interest in the show. But my journey with Supernatural didn’t end there.

As an English major, I’d been thinking about what I’m going to write my senior thesis on, and I eventually decided to write it on free will in the works of John Milton. And in exploring Miltonic free will in modern media for my directed readings class with my thesis director, Dr. Ainsworth, I found that Supernatural spoke volumes for the research I wanted to conduct for this class. Thus, without hesitation, Dr. Ainsworth and I added Supernatural, seasons 4 and 5, to our syllabus for the course.

I won’t lie, though, this semester got away from me.

I had a fight with one of my best friends and we didn’t talk for weeks.

I was sent to the North Harbor psychiatric facility for the second time this year.

Needless to say, with all of this stacking up on me, school became a less than a priority. My grades started slipping in all my classes, especially in Italian, where, for the first time in three years, my grade dropped from the usual A+ all the way down to a C.

I forgot all about Supernatural, BSing relevant facts about it and free will during my meetings with Dr Ainsworth, barely having a hold on my Milton project at all.

My grades were tanking, and my mental health was slipping out of my control. For the first time in my life, I really didn’t know what to do. I resorted to cutting on the regular, always in the same place, the outside of my wrist. At first, I’d just barely draw blood, but one time – the last time – I cut it so deeply that it wouldn’t stop bleeding. My sweatpants were covered in blood, as was my bathroom floor. That’s when I realized I needed to stop.

It was a resolution. A resolution that I would never cut myself again. I hate making promises, and try to avoid them at all costs, but when I make promises, I keep them. And this is what I promised myself. And it was hard. It was so hard!

Nonetheless, life began looking up.

Lightning struck.

Sometime in the weeks that I was back at my parents’ place in New Mexico, healing, I realized I wanted my essay for Dr. Ainsworth to be a good essay; I wanted it to be lit journal-worthy, hopefully.

That meant I needed to watch seasons 4 and 5 of Supernatural. Which meant I needed to finish season 3 first.

I made a half-hearted attempt to start season 3 back up where we’d left off, but I watched one episode and lost interest, my overtaxed mind refusing to focus on the Winchesters. Besides, Castiel was the relevant character for my essay, not the Winchesters, and he didn’t show up until season 4.

Okay, I thought, I’ll give up the chronological watching and just start season 4. I did. And from then on, I kept watching. At first I watched every episode, but with deadlines for my paper coming up quicker than I was prepared for, I began just watching episodes that Castiel appeared in.

I didn’t stop once I’d finished the relevant seasons, either. The Winchester brothers and Castiel quickly became an integral part of my life – and that’s where this story truly begins.

Once lightning strikes in my soul, it usually means we’re in for the long haul, which in this case means 15 seasons worth of the long haul, culminating in my senior thesis next fall, a project linking John Milton’s Paradise Lost and Paradise Regained with Supernatural. I found the link – love is what gives us free will, and all of the media I was engaging with supported this idea.

Don’t even get me started on how Castiel in season 15 ties into this thesis, but oh my goodness, he does.

In Supernatural, I found more than examples of how the power of love gives individuals free will. I found things relatable to me that I never would have previously been able to relate to, had it not been for this profoundly hellish year.

I found Sam Winchester.

Sam Winchester is not perfect. Sam Winchester has so many faults. Sam Winchester is so profoundly relatable that I count him responsible for saving my life.

How did Sam Winchester inspire me and how does he continue to inspire me? I couldn’t count the ways. But I think the most important thing about Sam was that he taught me I was okay. Broken as I was, Sam taught me that I was not beyond saving – that there was hope that I could still get my life back on track.

One of the key aspects of season 4 is Sam’s addiction to drinking demon blood. I saw myself in Sam; his addiction to demon blood mirrored my addiction to self-harm. On that night I realized I needed to stop, I made a deal with myself that I was never going to pick up a knife again. And I haven’t. Now, whenever I start to feel that I’d be better off dead, or when I tempted to pick up a knife again, I think of Sam Winchester. If for no other reason, I can do it for Sam. As Sam taught me, you can overcome addiction and get your life back on track – even when the addiction makes you feel so good and you suffer withdrawal without it. If Sam Winchester can avoid demon blood, I can avoid cutting myself. And I have. For nearly two months.

Sam continues to encourage me to not lose faith. For instance, when Sam didn’t tell Dean the whole truth about what he was doing, that caused his brother to lose trust in him. Sam didn’t tell Dean that he was drinking demon blood, teaming up with a demon, or any number of other things. Dean flat out tells Sam that he can’t trust him anymore, that their relationship will never be what it once was. And that resounds with my soul in ways so hurtful I wish it didn’t. My oldest sister said she doesn’t trust me anymore, after things I’ve said and not said this year. I see myself in the same situation with her as Sam is with Dean. And it hurts; but at least I have Sam to relate to.

But perhaps most importantly, Sam Winchester tries to do right by the people around him. Sam tries to focus on others rather than himself, and he tries to help whenever he can. I wish I was more like Sam Winchester, and I am eternally grateful to Jared Padalecki for his portrayal of Sam that inspired me to continue on.

Castiel, too, makes me strive for better. And when I say that Castiel’s final speech in 15.18 is the reason I’m as happy as I am, I mean it.

Castiel makes a simple statement: “Happiness isn’t in the having; it’s in just being.”

Preach, Castiel.

Though people may have gripes about season 15 of Supernatural, one thing that kept right until the end was solid character development. Nobody did anything outrageously out of character, and for that I am truly grateful. As could be expected, Supernatural ended in heartache, but also a profound sense of peace – the idea that if you pursue the greater good, as motivated by those you love, you will have a fulfilling life.

I think I finally understand.

Years of depression and anxiety cannot stack up to these few words:

“Happiness isn’t in the having; it’s in just being.”

I’ve finally found my happiness, and I have Supernatural to thank for that.

This essay would be incomplete, however, without a shout-out to Dean Winchester as well. Although I see less of myself in Dean, I admire many traits he possesses. He cares about his family, almost to a fault, and he cares about his friends. While he doesn’t express feelings on the regular, he does in the important moments, and that’s what matters.

Dean Winchester is perhaps a role model I could take, saving people, caring about his family and friends, and living life to the fullest.

Furthermore, Dean is arguably a bisexual icon. I really appreciate both the subtle and blatant ways in which Dean Winchester’s sexuality is portrayed on screen. Though I know not everyone believes that Dean is queer, as a queer person, I find the idea of Dean being a canonically bisexual character in mainstream television exceptionally powerful. So it’s canon to me.

Watching Dean’s death scene in 15.20 nearly broke me. Although a good friend and I tried to get drunk to watch the season 15 finale, alcohol was not enough to prepare me for the emotions I felt watching that one last episode. When Dean died, it genuinely felt like I’d lost a good friend. I cried a lot. Both in the moment and in the days that followed.

But missing things reminds me to be grateful for the fact that these things exist in the first place. Yes, Supernatural may have ended, but we were lucky to have it with us for fifteen years.

Because, after all, “Happiness isn’t in the having; it’s in just being.”

Supernatural taught me that love of friends and family can truly save the world, and that in a world where you can be anything and love anyone, it’s best to be yourself. So here I am.

With this essay drawing to a close and the cold air beginning to freeze my fingers as I type, I have one last thing to say:

I don’t seek acceptance or love or approval from anyone other than myself – I am no one’s but mine – and I now have a new life mantra. Say it with me.

“Happiness isn’t in the having; it’s in just being.”

The fact that an ex-blood junkie, a fallen angel, and a college dropout with six bucks to his name saved my life speaks volumes both to how Supernatural affected me, as well as how bad things had to get to get me to that point. I can look back on this year, everything I did right and everything I did wrong, and one thought rings truer than all the others: Supernatural changed the course of this year – and my life.

Thank you to Lynn Zubernis, Jared Padalecki, Misha Collins, Jensen Ackles, and Eric Kripke (among many, many others) for helping me to discover this amazing experience!

#supernatural #spn #spn 15x18 #spn 15x20 #jared padalecki #jensen ackles #misha collins #dean winchester #sam winchester #castiel #cas #saving people hunting things #dean #sam #how supernatural gripped me tight and raised me from perdition

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purplesurveys · 3 years

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When was the last time you felt like “getting into someone’s pants”? Way back last year.

What is your favorite energy drink, if you have a favorite at all? I find energy drinks nasty.

Would you have kids with the last person you kissed? That wouldn’t be possible even in the literal sense.

Do you know someone who threatens to kill themselves? Before.

Would you ever completely dye your hair the color green? Yes, but I would opt for a darker shade rather than a bright or neon one.

Have you ever been in a long-distance relationship before? I have not. Thinking about it, I’m pretty low-maintenance so I could probably handle it if I ever find myself in that situation, as long as I’m invested enough in the relationship and my partner.

What is your favorite food to eat around Christmas? I like anything my family prepares really, but I definitely go for lumpia first if I see a whole container of it.

Do the people in your town speak like rednecks? No and I’m not sure if we have an equivalent for that here.

When was the last time you cried happy tears? Like a week ago when the Permission to Dance video came out. The ending when everyone was taking off their masks and smiling was really heartwarming.

How liberal are you? Enough to make most of my relatives uncomfortable.

Would you mind living near large predatory animals? Yes. I’ve lived in gated villages all my life so it will take a lot of getting used to.

Have you ever experienced altitude sickness? I don’t think so. The ‘worst’ I’ve experienced is just feeling pressure in my ears and having weakened hearing whenever we drive up mountains; it takes a while before mine do the popping thing and I get my normal hearing back.

What’s your biggest priority right now? To be consistent at improving at my job and making fewer mistakes as I go. I shared this with my boss recently and she told me not to worry too much as I’m doing better than I think I am and that the mistakes I beat myself about have actually been small and fixable ones, but the perfectionist/workaholic in me just refuses to be reassured lol.

If you’ve stayed overnight in a hospital, how did you entertain yourself? The last time this happened, public wi-fi was still mostly a myth so I had to contend with A LOT of forced napping just to make the time pass by. I didn’t have a phone either, so my experience was extremely dull and boring.

Are your hands unsteady? They’re not surgeon-level stable but I think they’re fine for the most part.

Do you listen to a lot of mainstream music? I used to until I got into BTS. I haven’t really listened to any other artist since getting into them back in April lol.

Do you think you’re pretty? Some days.

Have you ever added someone you don’t know on Facebook? Yeah, a few work contacts like bloggers whose names I recognized but have never talked to/engaged with.

Do you have dirty pictures in your phone? Nope.

Have you ever looked up porn on the internet? Yes. I have my on-and-off phases when it comes to porn though and these days I don’t watch a lot of it.

Would you ever shoot someone right in the face? In a case of self-defense where I was clearly trying to be killed, that's right where I would aim. But otherwise, of course I wouldn't. < Sounds about right. But holy shit that sounds like it would look so gross.

Have you ever sold drugs? I’ve never been around drugs ever.

Did you ever try cutting yourself? It was a coping mechanism many, many moons ago.

Who’s the last guy you texted? It was a - surprise surprise - delivery guy who needed directions again to my house.

Who do you know that wears the most make up? I’m not sure, but then again most people I know don’t really put on makeup these days because lol Covid and stay-at-home orders??

Do any of your friends have kids? None of my friends do but I know several acquaintances and people from high school who’ve already given birth.

Have you ever been tied up? Yeah.

How many times have you been cussed out? Nearly everyday as a teenager.

Are you anyone’s first love? I think?

Have you ever had an out-of-body experience? Nope.

Do you have more than one personality? Nope.

Do you prefer gory horror films or the psychological ones? Psychological ones for sure, but I don’t mind gore as well as long as it’s fun to watch and that it’s not too corny.

Do you have a favorite YouTuber or do you not watch much YouTube? I haven’t watched a lot of YouTubers these days, but very recently I’ve been gravitating towards soothing vloggers like Anna Park and Mejiwoo. Their vlogs are greeeeaaaaat and I’m excited to discover similar creators so I can watch more videos that carry the same vibe.

Are you a good dancer? I dance only when alone or when drunk. That said, I’m no good at all.

If you could find one long-lost friend of the past, who would it be? Continued from yesterday. It’d be nice to reconnect with Raegan for like a day, just to catch up. Then again I’ve since been able to track her down on social media, so it’s nice to be able to see how she’s doing, at least from afar.

Was your sixth grade teacher a man or a woman? The teacher-in-charge of my section was a woman. They didn’t really appoint guy teachers to be TICs until recently.

Have you ever had any teeth pulled? Yeah, but it had been a decayed tooth at that point that really needed to be pulled since it technically didn’t have a purpose anymore.

Do you wash your hair or your body first when taking a shower? Hair.

Have you ever been to a nursing home? I don’t think so.

Have you ever lived in a house that has been broken into? Fortunately, no. My mom’s childhood home was robbed though, and their grand piano ended up being stolen :( To this day they have no clue how the thieves were able to pull it off without making too big of a fuss.

Is there someone in your life you don’t want in it? I don’t think I dislike anyone that much at the moment.

How many different people of the opposite sex have you cried over? Three. Two of them because they died, and the other one is my dad for the times we had to drive him to the airport though I only cried over it only as a kid.

Who was the last person you had a deep conversation with? Andi.

Has anyone ever told you they were in love with you? Yes.

Pretending to “never get the text” from someone who annoys you. Is that you? Not really. I reply, just not quickly enough.

If your ex came up to you and asked you to take them back, what would you say? Honest to god I would probably be smug about it, and ask what led to the sudden change of mind. I’m doing too okay now to entertain the request though, so idk if I would agree to it or not because I’ve worked pretty hard to get here.

Do you prefer boys to shave down there? I wouldn’t know; I’ve never been with a guy before so I haven’t really had a chance to establish a preference.

How much does your mother know about your sex life (or lack thereof)? Nothing.

Do you enjoy watching cooking shows? I have my moods. I prefer my cooking shows on YouTube, though.

Do you worry about gaining weight? No.

Have you ever seen the movie A Walk to Remember? Cliche or worth watching? Yeah the acting was so fucking cheesy the first 5 minutes the only thing left for me to do was gag. What’s one event your town has that you don’t like to participate in? They don’t really organize stuff here, or if they do I never join them to begin with.

Are any of your siblings married? What are their spouses' names? Nope. I know my sister doesn’t want to get married + I don’t speak to my brother, so I dunno if I’ll ever have any in-laws tbh.

Do you like being home alone or does it freak you out? Well obviously I crave it these days, so it actually feels nice when everyone in the family has errands to run on the same day.

Did you lose friends when you started dating someone? I lost Sofie, but I also blame college life for that loss.

Did you leave milk and cookies for Santa when you were little? No.

To who did you last give the finger to? I haven’t had to flip someone off in a while. I’m guessing just some stupid driver.

Do you talk in your sleep? Nope. At least I have never been informed that I do.

Do you have a good relationship with your parents? It’s civil enough for the house to stay quiet most days, but it’s nothing excellent.

Have you ever been a featured member on any website? I don’t think so.

Do you feel that your previous relationships were a waste of time? Yes.

Do you prefer hot chocolate with or without marshmallows? Without. I HAAAAAATE marshmallows.

Which do you like better: Regular cakes or cookie cakes? I never got the point of cookie cakes tbh lol.

Have you ever been hit by the opposite sex? No.

If your significant other cheated on you, would you take them back? I know I definitely have the capacity to be dumb enough to do this, but it would also depend on how invested I am in the person.

What was the last song you listened to? I'm currently listening to a slowed down version of Jungkook’s cover of Biebs’ 2U. 4 AM things.

What do you look for most in a friendship? I’ve answered this question on a previous survey, same with a few of the following questions.

#survey #surveys

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sunnieskies02 · 4 years

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Corrupted Faith

OneShot; Demon Bakugou x F!Reader

Trigger Warnings: NSFW, Degradation, non(dub)con, teasing biting etc

Word Count :4.1k

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“ Sister (y/n)!” A small group of kids run towards you happily and wrap their arms around your legs. “ We missed you so much! Are you feeling any better?” You stop wiping the altar and place your hand on top of the little boy's head and squat. “Yes little Theodore. Im doing amazing!” He smiles back at you and in response you pinch his cheeks and pull them turning his face red.

He giggles and runs off with the other children. *What did I do to deserve such an angel like Theodore* Becoming a nun was one of the many things that made your previously glum life exciting. Taking care of the orphaned children, baking for them and giving them a loving environment where they can grow. It made your heart warm, especially since you did this work alongside your best friend Brother Eijirou. You and him have been friends ever since you met each other at the training, and you two have been known as an inseparable pair.

Apart from caring for the children, you have another job at the church. Exorcisms. For an unknown reason, since your birth you’ve been able to see spirits and demons. When you were younger, once these spirits caught on to the fact that you could see them they started to pester you. Making you trip and fall, lifting up your skirt, pulling your hair; it never ended. And because of these pestering spirts, you decided to become a nun, a person of the church who has the power to rid of these spirits.

So for 5 years of your life, you learned how to be a respectful nun, and an exorcist at the same time. The work was grueling, but you were happy with the outcome because it was worth it in the end, you wanted nothing more than to free people from these spirits that cause nothing but trouble. You were a powerful exorcist, a strong one who could do away with and spirits with one simple verse. And with this amount of power you possessed, it was sooner than later that Lucifer’s followers would start to surface.

But none had come. You were surprised, you thought yourself so much as a badass that not a single demon came. Weeks prior after days of exorcising spirits, you thought one of them would surface. You were tense and on guard the entire time just in case one of Morning Star’s followers came up but… they never came. So you were left with one or two things to consider, 1) being that, you aren’t so much of a threat that you thought you were or 2) that they were planning to send someone ridiculously strong. Either one of those thoughts made you lax, * Any spirit that they send my way. They’d be gone in a flash.*

You wake up early on a Sunday morning at 4:30am to get started on breakfast for the orphans. As you grab your caddie and walk down to the bathroom you hear a low creak down the hall. You know that the church is old and that it is still settling as the years go one so you continue inside. You twist the knob for the shower and let it heat up, and as you do so you start to strip down. While you are naked in the bathroom, you turn to make sure that the water is hot and you step inside. You sigh under the scalding heat, hit your back and run through your hair. You stay in the shower for a few minutes, lather up in lavender soap and rinse it off.

Moments later you step out of the shower and continue your morning routine. Now it was 6:00 and you were making your way to the orphanage when you saw him. A tall ash-blonde male with wings as dark as tar and eyes as red as blood covered in tattoos and scribes. You gasp and he darts you a look, without hesitation you relax and try not to make it noticeable that you can see him as bright as day. As you walk past him, you can feel his eyes burning into the back of your head, you take a deep breath in and a deep breath out and open the doors to wake the children.

You were shaken to your core and the image of the demon never left your head. You had not noticed Brother Eijirou walk to your side while you were washing the plates after breakfast , “Hey, y/n you there.” You jump back and look at him, to laugh and punch him in the shoulder and say “Don’t scare me like that Kirishima. You nearly knocked my socks off with that.”

“Well I had to, all the kids said that you’ve been acting strange and out of it. What happened.” You parted your lips to speak but closed them. You could tell that he was concerned because when you look back at him, he showed his puppy dog eyes. ‘Jesus, why does he have to be so cute.’ You roll your eyes and tell him “I-i saw a demon this morning Kiri. And he looked...strong. Really strong.” He rubbed your back and said “Well I’m pretty sure that he was scared by a hot mama like you! And you shouldn’t be scared of anything as long as you have me around right?” Look at him and blow some of the suds at him, “You’re right. As long as you're by my side there should be no--”

You sentence was interrupted by the children’s screams “ SISTER Y/N! BROTHER EIJIROU! Somethings wrong with Theo, he’s acting weird and Brother Midoriya has been trying to help him but its not looking good.” Then an eruption of tears and wails came from the children, you looked at Eijirou, nodded and he headed off. You had to stay behind and calm all of the children down, once you pushed them back into their rooms and told the eldest to keep them in check you ran back outside and froze.

You see Eijirou and Midoriya, covered in dried blood and burn scars. They were really trying to go against Theodore without truly hurting him and that wasn’t all. Your heart tore to pieces when you looked up at Theo floating high into the sky casting down spells and rites around him, he wasn’t the sweet doe-eyed theo from the day before. Theo was covered in caked blood that wasn’t his own and fixtures were swirling all around him. He was simply possessed, but by what? When you got a closer look at him you saw the same eyes again, “Well well well, it's the nun I've been looking for.” Theodore floated down to your eye level and grabbed at your throat, his grip was tight and felt your trachea start to close. With the strength that was left within your body you speak a rite but Theo’s grip got even tighter.

He pulled you to your knees and asked “You saw me this morning right?” You kept your lips shut and spat in his face, he snapped his face back after catching the spit on his cheek, you saw Theo’s body fall to the floor but you still made eye contact with the monster presented before you. He pulled you closer to his face, wiped the spit from his cheeks and licked it. He smirked and said “For a nun who looks so much like a slut under their robes. You taste pretty good.” You gag at his words and he lets you go, you fall to the floor and gasp for air. While you're on your hands and knees, your head is yanked up by your veils and he says “Remember this name, Bakugou Katsuki. This’ll be the name that you will become a slave too.” You smirk and say “You can go straight to hell, Bakugou Katsu--” Your words were cut short by the demon's lips crashing onto yours, his lips were hot and he forcefully pushed his tongue into your mouth exploring every inch of it.

You let out a small moan as his lips parted from yours and your eyes were welcomed to a part of lidded ones. With saliva still connecting your tongues he smiled at you and threw your head back into ground beneath you then vanished, you laid on the ground ashamed that you couldn’t take him down. Out of the blue you were scooped up by Kirishima and he smiled at you, ‘That smile made everything feel amazing.’ You looked at him and smiled, you always got a good kick out of him when he got flustered. Izuku, followed behind the two of you holding Theodore.

Theodore was conditioned with a high fever after the possession and you hated yourself for letting it get out of hand. ‘Why didn’t I handle him when I first saw him?’You rubbed your hands over your face as you sat next to his bedside, you grabbed his hand and rubbed it. You cursed at yourself and felt the hot tears roll down the side of your face, ‘You weren’t strong enough, idiot. You were scared and someone got hurt because you hesitated.’“Yea, shitty woman! That brat got hurt because you bitched out. »

Your head snapped furiously at the door frame and the same demon from earlier was at the door looking down at you. You huffed out a breath and asked “What do you want you heathen? Why go so far to hurt a child than to take me on.” He chuckled and flew close to your face and sneered “Just to make you shrink. You thought you were hot shit from hearing your thoughts, so I decided to take you down a few pegs.” He stopped hovering and placed his feet on the floor and got close to your ear and whispered “And make you work for me instead of this man you claim as your god.” You rolled your eyes, to try and make sure that Theodore was sound asleep to make sure you focused back on him. When you looked back in front of you, he smiled slyly, still looking at you. You emitted a low growl from your throat that then turned into a breathy gasp, you looked down and saw that his hand was under your robes.

You let go of Theodore’s hand to try to move Katsuki’s from your lady parts but when you tried to you felt his calloused finger rub against your clit. A shock ran through your body as he pressed against it, you started to take deep breaths to get focused on removing his hand but the more effort you put into removing his hand the more shapes he drew around your clit. “Your really sensitive you slut. You’re letting a demon assault you while you watch over a bed ridden child. How uncouth of you.” You winced as you felt his finger start to rub between your lower lips while still abusing your throbbing clit. Katsuki released a feral growl as he moved your panties to the side and rubbed his fingers along your lips covering his digits in your slick.

You breathed out hastily as he moved his fingers from under your robes and presented them to you.“Look at what your dripping cunt did to my fingers you whore. Open your mouth.” You clenched your jaw tightly, but to no avail, his hand went under your chin and forced your mouth open, as he shoved his digits in. Without thinking, your tongue rolled around his fingers and you bobbed your head back and forth, with lidded eyes you looked back at his vermillion ones. He moved his digits out of your mouth and pushed them into your pussy. Your head hit the wall as he pushed his fingers deeper into your wet folds. You had to move one of your hands away from his pistoning wrist to cover your mouth, you felt tears prickle at the corners of your eyes.

You looked over at Theodore who was sound asleep with a high fever and you cursed yourself “I’m so sorry, I’m so so sorry Theo.” “You are sorry. A sorry slut for allowing a demon to thrust into your clenching hole.” Your eyes snapped back to his and before you could return his harsh words you felt the coil in your stomach tighten up as he curled his fingers into your sponge spot. You let out a silent moan, and allowed your eyes roll into the back of your head in pleasure, you felt so awful about the situation. But it felt so good.

As a nun, you aren’t allowed to have sexuaal relations with anyone, so you are touch deprived ( sexually). That’s why you and Kirishima would try to keep your hands to yourselves because at a point in time you two were all over each other. Exchanging kisses, rubs,holding hands, anything that wouldn’t make you feel alone. But this was different.

The heat that surrounded your body was scorching. Your entire body felt as if it was set aflame by Katsuki’s unrelenting movements into your pussy. Then his smell made it even worse, he smelled like burnt caramel, and the spice it reminded you of your life at home. You wanted to give in, you wanted to give up all that you worked hard for to become a nun. But there were kids here, like Theodore, who needed your help and needed a motherly figure to guide their lives in the right direction.

“S-stop you spawn of satan. I-I’m not mmphf~” You came. The coil that grew hot in your stomach was released all onto his hand. You grabbed onto your robes, working to catch your breath and you looked up at him to see him sneering down at you. “Wow. Look at what you did to my fingers ‘nun’” He held his fingers to your face and spread his fingers out showing how you cum made his fingers sticky a mess. He moved his hand back towards his mouth and licked it, and once he finished licking it he stepped towards you. Your throat was grabbed, you were brought to your knees and you looked up. “I’ve never met anyone who tasted so delicious~” He nibbled at your cheek and licked from your jawline to your ear.

He put you down and said headed towards the window, “Breaking you and converting you will be fun, princess. But until next time.” Then he vanished, you looked to see that Theodore was still asleep, you kissed him on the forehead and prayed for him.

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Sometime after Theodore's possession, you started to see more and more of Katsuki. And when you did or didn’t acknowledge his presence he would make sure to play with your slick folds. You hated yourself for the fact that you would already be dripping without him even being there. It made you upset that you aren’t strong enough to fight him off because when he would see you his hands would go straight to your lower lips.

If you were in the middle of a lesson, he’d be toying with your behind, giving it little smacks with his explosive power making you wince. If you were at the altar handing out or helping with communion, how would kneel down under your robe and eat you out furiously. You’d try to stay quiet or keep a straight face but that was no help whatsoever. The more you wanted to hide your moans and faces more the more he wished to bring it out.

You’ve had enough of his tricks and schemes. For months on end after you met him, he would invade your dreams, your work and your bathtimes. You couldn’t get a break, and you didn’t want to admit it to yourself but you were slowly wanting him to come. The more he came to you, the less you resented his advances, you felt your morals fall little by little the more he came to you. You started to realize the more time you spent with him, the more unholy you started to act, lying, cheating the whole nine-yards. So you decided to confess.

You know that your friend Midoriya would be up and normally does confessions at nine in the morning. So when you saw him walking into the booth you sat right in the opposing booth. You both sat in a lingering silence until he spoke, “Good morning Sister (y/n). I hope your morning does you well.”

“It does, Brother Izuku. I hope your morning has been swell as well,” you responded.

“What has you so troubled Sister (y/n)?” he asked. You play with your thumbs and bite your bottom lip. “Well, there is a demon that has been following me and--” Your words stop while you see Katsuki walk through the curtain of the confessional smirk and kneeling. You feel his warm hands slide under youryour robe and reach further up your thigh. You swatted his hand and continued to speak. « He has been making me perform out of character. I’m pretty sure you’ve seen communion or how my face would randomly become flushed.”

You look down at Katsuki and see him pulling you panties down and biting into your inner thighs. You bite down on your finger and whimper as you see his face get closer to your heat. In the moment you totally forgot what Midoriya was saying but snapped back into the confession when he called your name. “Y/n? Y/n?” “Yes Izuku. I-I’m here.”

“Well, why haven’t you got rid of his spirit then? Your very strong exorcist, what has been holding you back?” ‘Why haven’t you!’ It dawned on you that you haven’t tried to expel him. So as you started to open your mouth to speak the rite your lower lips were welcomed with a very thick and wet tongue.” You gasp and look to see Bakugou eating you furiously, his tongue would flick against your clit making you whine is pleasure. Catching your lewd noises, Bakugou stuck out his long, slick covered tongue and thrusted it inside of your folds. Your breath hitches as you felt your walls stretch to the size of his tongue.

Remember that you were confessing, you answer Izuku with a breathless response. “I-I don’t kn-now why? I guess it didn’t cross m-my minnnndd~” At the end of you staggered sentence, Bakugou continues to lift up your robes and reveal your throbbing, wet folds. He gets close to your ear and whispers “Make sure you answer him. Or I won’t let you cum.”

You looked at him and saw that he was hiking you leg up to the side of your face with your cunt dripping onto the floor of the booth. Bakugou shuffles behind you and relaxed his heated cock from his trousers. His cock was thick and tamed with the tip swollen red, pre-cum leaking at the tip. He slowly started to thrust his cock against your folds making you wince. As his cock rubbed against your pulsating clit, Izuku spoke and said “Well if you need help riding of him, I’ll always be here!” He sounded so cheerful, ‘He shouldn’t have to hear this.’ “Let him hear. He’s thought about fucking you. Getting between your thighs and making you moan his name.” You hissed at him trying to resist his thrust up against your

clit you mocked him by saying “Izuku would never be so foul. He’s one of thé purest people I know.”

You felt him smirk near your ear and he said “Well the people and god you believe in are liars behind closed doors. And I’m willing to open you eyes as long as you...submit to me.” You scoffed at his words but suddenly felt the tip of his pulsing cock enter you. You’ve never felt so full. A breathily moan escaped you lips but you hurried to cover your mouth. Izuku called out to you and said “You okay Y/n? Are you sick.” You lied through your teeth, “Ye-yes Izuku. I-I um, I’m fineEEE!” Bakugous thrust deepened into you to the hilt, you scratched his sweat covered chest as he made more thrust into your folds.

It was a feeling of euphoria, but so shame full. You were a Nun, a dignified woman of the church and you were sitting legs wide open with a demon's cock deep within you. “Your Pusey is so fitting for my cock.” A low groan came From Katsuki’s mouth as he moved his hand to the mounds that were trapped within a bra. He ripped it off of your chest and fondled them. You moan lowly as Izuku still was offering his aid in eradicating the demon. Bakugo's hands were warm, and the calloused tips of his fingers pinched your nipples till they became perky. This was so wrong.

His thrust were deep and fast. Every stroke of his cock allowed the vein under his shaft brush against your spongy spot. HE moaned in your ear the faster he got, you cried to him “ N-no, please stop (a/n: Imma virgin…. Aaaaah).” Bakugou licked your cheek and whispered in your ear “Your mouth isn’t honest at all, but your thoughts and your body are.” You whined aty how he was telling the truth. You liked this feeling, he was your first and he was stretching your pussy so gracefully.

“ IN addition to that Y/n, I think you should finally tell Kirishima how you felt about him. Because I know you’ve told me before that you’re into him, but feared rejection. Apart from the demon I could help you with that too. “ Midoriya’s words rang in your head, Eijirou’s name bounced through your brain as you suddenly remembered the fact that you loved Kirishima. His smile. His laugh. His smell, everything about Kirishima you adored and wanted to save yourself for him. Remembering your hidden love for Kirishima rose your spirits to try to get off of Bakugou was viciously shot down by him grabbing your hips and slamming you down onto his cock. You moaned and Izuku asked “ Are you sick y/n? Do you need me to help you back to your chamber?”

“If you don’t answer him princess, you won’t be coming at all.” “N-no! Im fine just a little h-hot under my robes is all.” Izuku sighed, “Well that's good. You and Kirishima would make a beautiful couple with the cutests of babies.” The thought of having children with Eijirou was a pipe dream that you wanted so badly. Going home to his smiling puppy face was what you wanted. Katsuki’s thrust became more harsh, the sound of wet skin slapping against each other was, and could only be heard by you and Katsuki. Because Izuku heard it, who knows what he would’ve done, but you slowly felt a heat pool in your stomach. It was on fire, hot and heavy, your head leaned into the crook of the neck and panted like a hungry, thirsty dog.

Katsuki continued his thrust and as he continued to abuse your pulsating clit what matches the pace of your heart beat. Bakugou bared his fangs and with one final, deep, shapr thrust his teeth sank into supple skin, with small beads of blood pricking the new wounds, a silence whimper escaped your lips and you still felt thick ropes of his cum spill into your womb. He unsheathed himself from your clenching pussy after being filled to the brim, and gave you a tender kis on the temple.

You were outr of breath, panting, quivering and ashamed. You, a powerful nun was lowered to the standards of a mere slut with a cock as fat as your forearm. You felt the hot tears slide down your face and Katsuki looked down at you and pointed to a marking on your right shoulder. It was a capital letter of a tattooed B.K and as he walked out of the booth he said “Sooner than later princess, you will submit to me and become my little slave. And you won’t even see it coming,” he walked back and cupped your face in his hands and continued. “With every thought of me, you sweet pussy will become slick and hot. And you'll need me to fix it for you.” He smirked and disappeared into thin air.

This was going to be one helluva job being a nun with a demon like that.

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