#2 old hags (affectionate)

[megumimania]

TECHNICAL DIFFICULTIES - ryomen sukuna

summary: your boyfriend hates modern technology.

warnings: sukuna x fem reader, sukuna is an old hag (affectionately), sukuna not fucking with consumerism is he in his marxist era?🤔, sukuna is a softie when he wants to be, sukuna is ooc because i hate writing mean men :), yuji being a hottie is my fav hc of all time, i can’t believe im giving amazon free promo 😞.

notes: i missed you guys!

sukuna cant wrap his head around technology.

he doesn’t understand why companies sell ‘new’ phones every single year, when they perform the same exact functions as the previous one.

he doesn’t like how your coffee machine has too many buttons when all he wants in the morning is just a cup of black coffee to get him through the day. sukuna just prefers doing things the old fashioned way which makes him subject to teasing by you and his little brother yuuji.

he doesn’t care though, constantly talking about how he’s ‘escaped the matrix’ by not owning an up to date phone and only getting his news from the daily paper and tv. however his view on technology changed once you brought alexa home.

initially he thought that it was a speaker and was confused to why you bought another one. “it’s not just a speaker ryo,” you corrected him swiftly. “she’s a digital assistant that can tell you the time, the weather, recipes and she can even tell jokes.”

sukuna looked at you with the same wariness he’d give to a snake oil salesman. “can’t your phone do the same exact thing for less?” you knew he was lowkey right but your stubbornness refused to let him get the upper hand.

“that’s not the point babe.” you playfully rolled your eyes at him, carrying the box to the kitchen counter and setting it down with a loud thump. “now if you’ll excuse me i’ll be busy setting my alexa up.” you huffed as you opened the instructions trying to make sense of them.

sukuna looked over at your focused expression. your brow furrowed with concentration as you read the instructions. it was simple really and within a couple of minutes the alexa was ready to go and by the joyous look of pride on your face sukuna knew that he was going to be in for one hell of a ride.

and unfortunately he was right.

life with an alexa was hell. sukuna barely got through the day without hearing the monotone female voice rattle off the hottest food spots or tell you a stupid joke that was suddenly the most funniest thing alive. he used to make you laugh like that!

he felt like the speaker was taunting him. hell he couldn’t even have some down time with you without that stupid speaker getting in the way. it was literally like he was third wheeling all the time and he hated it. you were his girlfriend first!

sukuna didn’t like being second best. especially to a glorified speaker.

you and sukuna were cuddling on the couch together after finishing a movie—terminator 2 to be exact. “so what do you think of the alexa?” you asked whilst the credits rolled, mindlessly stroking his cheek with your acrylic nails whilst he rubbed your legs.

sukuna tensed at the question as he tried to think of a way to answer without sounding like a complete asshole. “well…im not really a fan.” you could already tell from the dry tone and his poor attempt of acting unfazed that he was lying through his teeth.

“if that’s the case then why did i find it in the bathtub?” you pulled up the waterlogged alexa in a ziploc bag. sukuna would usually have a sarcastic reply in his arsenal but he was now looking at you as if he was a deer caught in headlights.

“fine, i used the damned thing.” he raised his hands up as he accepted defeat much to your surprise. “it fell into the bathtub when i was trying to stream that megan the stallion song yuuji told me to listen to. he said something about the song needing to go number 1 on the charts.”

you sat back in disbelief. you didn’t know whether to be annoyed, angry or smitten with him. “i’m glad yuji is helping you become more cultured but why did my alexa have to die for such a good cause!” you wailed dramatically collapsing on the floor, clutching the alexa to your chest.

sukuna lifted you off the floor with such ease it almost made you jealous. “stop whining i already ordered another one. it should be coming in a few days.” he said with his usual gruff tone that was laced with softness, peppering kisses down your neck.

you giggled as his stubble tickled your skin. “that was quick, you missed it that much already?” you teased him whilst you hooked your arms around him running your nails down the nape of his neck.

sukuna rolled his eyes at your playful expression. “i’m still anti technology, don’t be fooled.” one thing sukuna was to his core was a hater but like most haters he rarely stood on business.

“whatever you say babe.” you hummed biting back a smile. you and sukuna knew give or take two months that he’d change his opinion about it.

[jasmine326]

Hello and thank you for coming to my Tedtalk.

Okay, how in the Hell is Lloyd Garmadon's son??

I am about to go off about this because it's honestly bothering me. There are many pieces of evidence pointing against Lloyd being Garmadon's son but there is nothing. NOTHING. Solid enough to really mean anything and it really makes me angry.

Me and my friend just recently got back into Ninjago from originally being into it when we were kids and we have proposed the idea that Lloyd is not in fact Garmadon's son.

Evidence 1:

This man, Lloyd, has blond hair. BLOND. You know what color hair misako had before she became an old hag? and Garmadon before he was fully evil? Brown. They both had brown hair.

You see this?? You see this shit!!? There is clearly some fowl play here.

Evidence 2:

There is no noticeably evil influence over Lloyd. Garmadon was bitten by the great devourer when he was very young and it almost immediately began to take effect in him. This venom took hold in every aspect of his being, mental, emotional, and physical. This is more speculation than anything admittedly but if it was powerful enough to change his entire completion it would have affected his DNA and therefore would have affected his child.

Evidence 3:

The timeline doesn't fit. Garmadon had left for the underworld a while ago, how old was Lloyd when we first see him? Like 12 maybe, at most. Wu and misako are young adults in the picture above and that picture is from right before Garmadon left for the underworld. Misako I guess could have greyed that much in a little over a decade, but Wu?? No. Absolutely not. Completely impossible for that amount of aging to happen in 13 years at most. This amount of time is a generous estimate.

The Theory

Garmadon is not the father. You know who is? Wu. Lloyd has to be Wu's kid. Wu has blond hair, the same hair color as Lloyd. Misako always seemed more affectionate towards Wu than she did towards Garmadon, even after the second season when he became good again. Wu was there when Garmadon had left and misako had no one. Wu wanted to take Lloyd in off the street and give him a loving family when the serpentine had all left him to fend for himself and when the ninja couldn't care less for him. He went to the entire underworld to fetch his brother, the downfall of Ninjago itself, so that Lloyd could be saved from the snakes.

The Flaw:

Basically the only flaw in this argument is the fact that recessive genes exist. This argument, however, IS BULLSHIT BECAUSE GUESS WHAT FUCKERS THAT'S NOT HOW STORYTELLING WORKS. You don't make a character blond with two brunet parents when the blond is actually from those two parents. And recessive genes also do not account for the timeline of when garmadon left and when Lloyd was born.

The only question we're left with is why. Why did this happen? Why doesn't Garmadon know? Why doesn't Wu say anything?

Honestly, couldn't tell you. My friend and I have some thoughts though. They think that Misako sleeps around a lot and they don't know that Lloyd is Wu's kid. That or they told Garmadon that Lloyd is his son in order to give the dark Lord an emotional attachment to something and therefore a weakness of sorts. Really I'm not sure what to think, I think maybe Misako knows who's kid he is but it's possible Wu doesn't. Potentially Misako was with Wu and she received the letter that was from Garmadon that actually turned out to be from Wu and she decided to dump Wu for Garmadon even though she had already gotten pretty close to him, close enough to make Lloyd even. This theory doesn't go with the timeline but you know it's whatever, that's just a theory after all.

[foxtrot-broadcasts]

Limbus Company Sinners, but it’s just all the stupid things/nicknames I like to call them/came up rn-

Might update this in the future, but don’t hold me on that

Yi Sang: Emo boy, wet beast, bird guy, crow guy, guy who needs sleep to sleep for 72 hours, sleepy guy, strangely sweet and nice, sweet fella, the most sopping wet beast in all the land, autistic creature

Faust: Fau, Faufau, Faustie, mystery lady, holder of all the secrets, mad scientist, scientist who would probably play god if she could, pale white creature

Don Quixote: Don, Don Don, Donny Boy, Donqui, happy little fella, squishable, autistic beast, adhd creature, audhd creature, gal who’s hiding so much, honorary part of the boys, friend

Ryoshu: Shu, Shushu, Ryo, Arsonist, problem child, artist who did nothing wrong, fellow artist, artist that was just feeling a bit silly, walking smoke cloud, Sinclair’s new art teacher(probably not a good thing)

Meursault: Mr.Salt, salt man, brick wall of a man, brick shithouse, dorito, reverse triangle, square man, nothing but simple shapes

Hong Lu: Lulu, Lucy, happy blue fella, pretty boy, rich boy, boy who will probably wreck me emotionally when his chapter comes, boy who is probably holding so much family trauma

Heathcliff: Heath, Heathy, cliff bar, purple, purple guy, bnuuy, bunbun, rabbit man, Peter Cottontail, romantic, secret brain cell holder, touch starved probably, unexpected favorite

Ishmael: Ishy, Ish, Fish, Fishmael, Yuri warrior, yuri supplier, fakeout brain cell holder, girl who thinks she’s the straight man (absolutely not in any sense of the word), gal who needs a 72 hour fishing trip with no issues, sea creature, buoyant, sailor, orange glob of hair and anger

Rodion/Rodya: Ro, Rody, girlie, girlfailure, fellow commie, girl who deserves to kill capitalists with axes, girl who did nothing and everything wrong, holder of so much potential and emotions

Sinclair: Sin, Sinny Boy, Clair, eclair, egg, egg boy, eggy, birdie, bird guy 2, angry chihuahua, polite man with so much rage, man who deserves to rip and tear things with his bare teeth, tired college student who doesn’t get paid enough, muffin

Outis: Oat, Oats, Oatmeal, Oatmeal Raisin, old hag (affectionate), old man (also affectionate), meemaw, Judas, strangely handsome, military gal, suck up (suspicious)

Gregor: Greg, Greggy, Greg guy, good guy, nice guy, walking smoke cloud 2, old man (still affectionate) guy that makes me sad when thinking for too long, Cappuccino Cookie, guy I would hang out and listen to, guy I would give a blanket to (when feeling nice), guy I would chuck apples at (when feeling evil)

[dagonet]

Kaamelott Premier Volet (2021) réal. Alexandre Astier [requested @kaantt]

[katscki]

Kiss Me Slowly

bakugou x shy!fem!reader

masterlist

wc: 2k

pt. 1/3, pt.2

cw: cursing, fluff, angst if you squint, all characters are aged up

You and bakugou have only been dating for two months and as soon as he told his parents he had a girlfriend they flipped. So in order to get aquatinted with them the happy couple gets invited to a weekend getaway in the mountains.

Katsuki bakugou is not an affectionate person in the least bit. That is until you came. A cute girl he suppressed his emotions for until it was eating him alive.

The first time everyone met you it was pure shock. The fact that katsuki had managed to get a little cutie like you before any of the guys had kaminari crying into kirishima’s shoulder. You giggled at this and looked over to your wonderful boyfriend who was already starring at you. He puts his hand on your head softly playing with your hair before he proceeds to yell at kaminari to “shut his trap”. You were absolutely perfect for him and him, you.

There was one thing however that bothered you. In the time that you had been dating, which granted, wasn’t a lot only two months or so, he still hasn’t told his parents about you. You couldn’t seem to pinpoint why. Was he embarrassed of you? Did he think you guys wouldn’t last long?

“C’mon y/n princess don’t get so upset about this,”katsuki says following you like a lost puppy through your apartment.

“I just don’t understand why suki, are you embarrassed of me or something,?” you retort.

Hearing the wobble in your voice he inches closer realizing this is much more sensitive than he had thought. It wasn’t like katsuki hadn’t met your parents either. The four of you have had a couple of outings together and they have even go so far as to tell you how fond of the blonde they are. So what was wrong with you?

“W-what?! No! My parents are just a lot that’s all. Especially the old hag,” he gruffs out the last part in fake distaste.

Once he finally got close enough to pull you into his arms, he did so without hesitance. Putting one of his fingers underneath your chin to get you to look up at him, he chuckles at the cute pout your wearing avoiding his ruby gaze.

“How’s ‘bout i call up the old hag and tell her the good news, huh?” He says still tilting your head up towards him.

This catches your attention and you finally tear your eyes away from the floor to meet his teasing stare.

“Really? You mean it suki?” biting your lip to attempt to hide the big goofy smile he oh so adored.

“Yup, so don’t you worry your pretty little head about it any longer. Suki’s got it covered,” he states in a quiet voice smirking down at you before kissing the top of your head and pulling you into a proper hug.

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Keeping true to his word, katsuki comes barging into your apartment in a frenzy. Mumbling about how “he knew this would happen” and “shitty fucking hag”.

Getting up from your spot on the couch you go to to alleviate your boyfriends anger. It’s not your fault no. You had every right to want to meet his parents. But he knew how his mom would react and yet he made the call anyways. for you.

“Suki? What happened?” You giggle a bit at your boyfriends antics.

Looking at you for the first time since he walked in, his mood softened just a tad as he tells you the cause of his frustration.

Katsuki paced around his kitchen, phone in hand with his mothers contact pulled up. He had been avoiding this moment for as long as possible and probably too long at that. Deciding to “grow a pair” he clicks the call button. With each passing ring of the phone he grows more and more nervous.

“Katsuki? Why are you calling?” His moms voice sounds through the phone making it harder for him tto spit it out.

“Well jeez, hello to you too,” he says in mock confidence.

“Don’t take an attitude with me, brat!” pulling the phone away from his ear to get away from the screeching noise that was his mothers voice.

“Yea, whatever,” his voice much softer this time.

“So, what are you calling for? Are you in troub—” motherly instincts assuming the worst for the blonde he quickly cuts her off before she can finish the question.

“Would you just let me speak hag?! Tch. You’re making this harder than it needs to be,” taking a deep breath as his mother anxiously awaits his next words, “i… have a girlfriend.” He finally spits out in the smallest voice she’s ever heard.

Going silent for a moment, he thinks his mother hung up on him, that is until-

“AHHHHH MY KATSUKI’S FINALLY MET A GIRL! YOUR FATHER AND I HAVE BEEN WORRIED YOU’D BE ALONE FOREVER!”

“God could you be more quite, gonna make my eardrums bleed hag!” he says growing more angry at his embarrassment

“And now she wants us to spend the weekend with them up in some cabin, how fucking stupid is that?! Not to mention the whole ‘pack for anything kat!’ like i don’t know how to fucking pack!” his voice booms through the room.

You just stare up at his larger frame letting him rant about the trip. Once he stops to take a breath you speak, tiptoeing around your words to make sure not to upset him any further, not that you could.

“I don’t know, it sounds kind of intimate,” you say in a weak voice.

Drawing his attention down to you as he ushers you to continue.

Proceeding with your thoughts, “I-i mean a nice relaxing weekend with me and your parents doesn’t sound so bad, does it” you say as you look up at him with innocent doe eyes.

Katsuki’s heart melts at the sight, his pretty little girlfriend swaying his opinion so easily without even trying. Reaching a hand up to cup your face and place a sweet kiss that ended all too soon to your lips.

“Not if you’re there, loser,” his lips pulling into an adorable smile that makes you weak in the knees.

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Katsuki loads up his car with all your bags while you wait in the front seat whining at him saying “turn the car on suki, ‘m so cold,”

“Alright alright, calm down woman i’m coming,” he says trudging his way to the front, he starts it and you rush to put the heat on. Reaching for the charging chord to connect your music to the car, katsuki looks at you for a moment fondly before turning to reverse the car out of the parking space. His hand is is on the back of your headrest as his one skillful hand turns the wheel to leave. You decide to tease him just for the hell of it.

“Suki has anyone ever told you how pretty you are?”

Katsuki tries not to show the inevitable blush that creeps up his neck to his ears as he stumbles over his words.

“C-can’t you see i’m driving here, shitty woman?” You laugh at his mock annoyance and decide to take a nap to pass the time, but not before you feel katsuki lay his hand on your thigh making you flush. You two haven’t gone past light kisses and small touches therefore the action making you act like a little school-girl with a crush.

Dozing off for god knows how long you’re awoken to katsuki’s sweet voice lulling you awake to tell you you’re at his parents house.

“Hey princess we’re here” his voice barely above a whisper. You move around a bit to get oriented and notice his jacket on you like a blanket. Yawning you get out of the car and blindly follow katsuki to his front door with the bags.

Katsuki lifts his hand to hesitantly ring the doorbell as your almost hiding behind him.

“Suki is my hair messed up? Wanna look good,” you ask him with sleep in your voice and pleading eyes.

“No princess you look perfect, don’t worry,” and he leans down to press a kiss against your cheek. He was unusually nice when you had just woken up then he would go back to normal when you were more awake. Another reason you were so fond of the fiery man.

“WHO KNEW YOU COULD BE SUCH A GENTLEMAN! MASARU COME LOOK!” a booming voice frightens you and you jump behind your boyfriend even more.

“YOU’RE GONNA SCARE HER AWAY HAG, KEEP YOUR VOICE DOWN!” he screams back.

Putting together that it was just his mother, your grip on his arm loosened a bit and you move to the side a bit to make yourself more visible to the blonde woman. Katsuki puts a comforting hand on the small of your back and introduces you.

“Hag, this is my girlfriend, y/n,” he says looking down at you then back up to his mother with a smug look on his face.

“I’m so sorry for raising my voice! I’m just so happy this brat found someone!” she says as she pulls katsuki away from you to roughly ruffle his hair. Swatting her away as she continues to speak she looks from him back to you. “You are just so darling!”

“T-thank you, Mrs. Bakugou,” you say in the biggest voice you can muster.

“Oh you don’t have to call me that dear, makes me feel old,” she smiles sweetly, “Just call me Mitsuki. Jeez you must be freezing out here, katsuki have some manners and invite the girl in!”

“I was gonna hag!” He gently grabs your hand intertwining your fingers and leads you through the entry way. Mitsuki lead the way with katsuki and you following close behind, your small hand still engulfed in his. Finally taking a moment to look around the beautiful house excitement fills you. He really grew up here?

“Suki look at this painting isn’t it beautiful, have you seen it?!” you say in a childish tone as he stops his forward movement to entertain you for a bit.

“I’ve walked past that painting a million times loser, i’ve always hated it. it’s ugly.” he says flatly. You pout up at him, not liking his teasing tone.

Masaru eventually joins his wife’s side watching the scene unfold between the two of you. It’s like you completely forget where you are in the moment, only focusing on the tall man in front of you.

His father breaks the silence, noticeably different that the two ash blondes, much calmer, “You must be y/n, it’s so nice to meet you,” his smile is soft and sweet. His statement pulls you and katsuki from your trance and you look to the older man. He outstretches his hand for you to shake, you look up to your boyfriend for some kind of last minute comfort, but instead it’s him gently nudging you forward. Hesitantly, you shake his hand.

“Quiet aren’t you, not the type i’d expect to be with this gremlin,”

You giggle a bit a mitsuki’s words. It was true, in comparison to katsuki, you were quite different. You being less outgoing than he was and he helped you in that department. perfect fit.

“So why couldn’t we just go separately tomorrow, coulda saved myself one less night with you,” he scowls at his mother.

“Oh hush!” she wacks him over the head and you’re wide-eyed. He truly was a replica of his mother. You were pulled out of your thoughts when she continued, “And besides, i already told you, it gives us more time with you two and it saves gas, you’re welcome by the way,” she sneers in response.

“You two can go put your bags up in katsuki’s room and get her acquainted with the place, dinner won’t be ready for a little bit.” She states walking out of the room but not before lending you a small smile, masaru following suit.

Katsuki backtracks a bit to the stairs taking your bags with you and begins to climb them all the way up to his childhood room. Opening the door to his teenage mind, you wander a bit touching everything in sight as he just eyes you in wonder. Katsuki comes up behind you and turns you around slowly to face him.

[notdonesimpin]

Point Of View ~k.b.~

katsuki bakugou x gn!reader

warnings: fluff

synopsis: no one believes that katsuki is a good boyfriend until they see if for themselves AKA the three times people how sweet bakugou can be.

a/n: ah so i’ve neglected bnha quite a bit.. debated keeping this to myself but everyone needs a bit of soft and respectful bakugou. hope you enjoy :)

You weren’t oblivious to the worry and concern in people’s eyes when you told them that Bakugou was your boyfriend. The two most infamous things said in response were: “You’re joking, right?” and “Are you okay? Does he get violent with you?”

It was quite frustrating to reassure people that being with him was okay. You know he's a good guy. Why does everyone assume that he’d be a shitty boyfriend? Why doesn’t Bakugou want other people to see the more tame side of him that he’d developed the past two years you’d been together?

Everyone learned to just take your word for it, though they’d never really seen him be affectionate with you. That’s why it was so shocking once they actually saw the true nature of your relationship with him.

1: Your Parents

“Bakugo!” your little sister yelled, running up to hold onto his leg.

His eyes widened as he looked down at her, confused as to where she came from. “Hey, Rugrat. What are you doing running around by yourself?”

“Mom and Dad are over there!” she points to a store in the distance and continues talking, “Are you here with my sibling?”

She stepped back, grabbing onto his extended hand as they walked towards your parents.

“Not right now. They’re here somewhere with their friends.”

“I thought you were their friend,” she pouted, “Are you guys not friends anymore?”

Bakugou sighed, “I’m a different kind of friend, Rugrat.”

“What do you mean?”

“Tenshi! There you are!” your mom says, rushing over to the two of them.

“She saw me and ran over. Sorry about that,” Bakugou awkwardly scratched the back of his head, feeling uncomfortable with the apology passing through his lips.

“She must really like you, then. She never does this with anyone,” you mom notes, slightly impressed that he won your sister over within a few short months.

He softly smiles, looking down at her, “I think we just understand each other.”

“You still haven’t told me what’s so different about you being friends with Y/N!” she points at him.

He squats down to chat with her, “It’s the kind of friend that gets to hang out with a cool kid like you in their free time.”

“That’s the best!” she exclaims.

Bakugou’s phone buzzes, and he pulls it out to see a text from you that asked where he was. “I have to go, but I’ll see you at your birthday party.”

“Promise?” She sticks out her pinky.

“Promise.” 

He clasps his pinky who hers quickly before getting up and saying a quick goodbye to your mother and rushing off.

Tenshi grabbed your mother’s hand as they watched him. 

You came into view with a few bags on your arms and he immediately took them from you despite your apparent protest and gave you a quick kiss before walking in the opposite direction.

Your mother realized that she may have had the wrong idea about Bakugo this entire time.

2: Class 1-A

“How are you not sore from weight training yesterday?” you whine as you both walk towards the classroom.

“I train all the time. You just aren’t used to it,” he smirks, nudging you slightly with his arm.

“Whatever. You didn’t even go easy on me, a beginner.”

“I’ve never gone easy on you. Why would I start now?”

“Fair point,” you shrug as you walk through the classroom door and all eyes immediately fall on the two of you.

“There’s the cutest couple in school!” Mina exclaims.

You both look at her bewildered by her statement.

“I didn’t know Bakugou actually had a heart,” Iida muttered, looking at something on Kirishima’s desk.

“What did you do?” Bakugou whispers with a hint of agitation in his voice. 

“I didn’t do anything. I have no clue what they’re talking about!”

“Kirishima saw you guys at the New Year’s Festival. He took a really cute picture of you guys!” Kaminari explained, walking over to show you both the picture on his phone.

You both looked at it to see your little sister, Tenshi, on his shoulders with a smile on her face as she pointed at one of the booths. Bakugo had one hand keeping her stable on his shoulder and the other was laced with yours. He had a large smile on his face as if he was laughing at something you said.

“What were you guys talking about?” Mina asks.

“None of your fucking business,” Bakugou grumbled, pushing past all of them to his seat with you in tow as he continued, “If you ask us another question, I will kill all of you.”

“Bakubro, they wouldn’t let you kill us even if you wanted to,” Kirishima laughed.

“You even gave them your jacket!” Sero exclaimed, “I remember when you tried to fight me for even trying to borrow a blanket when we were in your room!”

“He can’t let his precious girl get cold,” Kaminari sang.

Bakugou grumbled, crossing his arms as he sat down, knowing that anything he said would only fuel the fire.

3: His Parents

“Holy shit!” you exclaimed as your umbrella bent backwards, officially breaking after three long years of service.

The rain didn’t even have a chance to touch your body before Bakugo quietly handed his umbrella over to you, taking the broken one from you. “Don’t need you catching a cold.”

As soon as you took it from him, he took his jacket off and wrapped it around your backpack. He forced your broken one closed and held onto it to throw away later.

“Katsuki, you’re going to get soaked,” you tried to argue.

“I’ll be fine. My backpack is waterproof.”

“At least get under the umbrella. What if you catch a cold?”

“It isn’t big enough to even cover your backpack, dumbass. I’ll be fine. I haven’t gotten sick in years.”

“I’ll just put my hood on until we get to your house and then walk home from there with the umbrella.”

“Not happening, I’m taking you home. I can’t let you walk by yourself.”

Thirty minutes later, Bakugou walked through the door absolutely soaked from head to toe with two broken umbrellas in his hand and his jacket wrapped around his waist.. 

He let out a huge sigh as he dropped his backpack and took off his shoes.

“Katsuki, I need-” Mitsuki’s eyes widened as she looked at him.”Go get out of those clothes and take a shower! You’re going to catch a cold in those if you stay in them any longer!”

“You don’t have to yell, you old hag!” he snapped as he walked to the bathroom.

After he showered and put on some warmer clothes, he was met with the curious eyes of his mother and father as he took his towels and clothes to the washing machine.

“What?” he questioned, pausing on his way.

“You had two broken umbrellas and were absolutely soaked. What happened?”

“Y/N’s umbrella broke, so I gave them mine. It’s too small to do anything but cover their body, so I wrapped my jacket around their backpack so their stuff didn’t get wet. I was soaked by the time we got to their house, so there was no point in putting my jacket back on, but I promised them that I’d use the umbrella on the way back and it broke from the wind.”

Their jaws dropped.

“Stop looking at me like that,” he grumbled and justified himself, “I didn’t want them getting sick. They don't take good care of themself when they feel bad. Can I go to my room?”

“Yeah, yeah. We’ll let you know when dinner’s ready,” Masaru said.

Katsuki walks off without another word.

The next morning, Mitsuki was yelling at Katsuki to get up from the other side of the house, but she wasn’t getting the usual response back. 

She paused outside his door when he heard the low murmur of his voice as if he was on the phone and slowly cracked the door open.

“Do you want me to come over?” she heard you ask.

“No, I can’t take care of you and me. If you catch my cold, you won’t eat like you’re supposed to. I swear you’re like an annoying little child when you’re sick.”

“Always so mean,” you laugh, “I can take care of myself, Katsuki.”

“I know you can, but I want to take care of you, so shut up,” he coughed, “And don’t hang up on me until you are inside of the school safe!”

“I feel so bad. You got sick because of me.”

“Well, make it up to me by kicking ass in class today, okay?”

“Don’t I always?” you tease, causing him to softly laugh.

Mitsuki smiled to herself as she quietly closed the door, hoping that you’d be in her son’s life forever.

[thechangeling]

But you like her better: Part 2

Sorry it's been a minute! I hope you like it.

Cw: Some brief ableism, mentions of internalized biphobia, and self injurious stimming.

2013

It was raining when 16 year old María Machado Sotomayor first met Kit Herondale.

Marí had always loved the sound of the rain. It was peaceful and rhythmic, creating a nice tingly feeling in her skull running straight down her spine. It also good for the plants. Which meant that Marí arrived (on time for once) at her favorite class in a pretty good mood.

Marine biology was their one of their three special interests, the other two being lacrosse and Base guitar. So Bio was usually pretty fun for them. However this time was different.

Her mood was instantly dampened when she walked into class and saw someone new sitting in her usually seat. A blond, short and white kid who looked far too pretty for his own good. A new kid most likely.

A new kid who didn't realize that Marí always sat by the window every single day. It was their spot. Still Marí was determined not to overreact. They marched over to the new kid  and approached him with their best masking smile.

Remember eye contact. She told herself. Keep your tone light and breezy but not too lifeless. Smile. Appear friendly and non threatening. Try not to sweat. Try not to scream.

"Hi excuse me," Marí began in a sickly sweet tone. "That's actually my seat! Sorry!"

The boy instantly looked embarrassed and apologetic. "Oh I'm sorry!" He blushed. "I didn't realize there was assigned seating." He had an American accent, California maybe?

Wonderful. A white American boy. Just what they needed.

Marí chewed their lip and fought the urge to rock or tap. "There isn't actually," they admitted. "I just usually sit there. So can you please move?"

Now the new kid looked a little offended. A cold look settled over his face. "Well why should I?" He bristled. "This seat isn't really yours. It's not like it has your name on it."

Marí rolled her eyes in frustration. "I tried that already but then I got in trouble."

He stared at them curiously for a moment. Marí took the opportunity to break eye contact finally and scuff their heel against the floor. They were wearing the new black suede chunky heels with the gem stones that Marí had gotten when they went thrifting with their friends.

"María!" The harsh voice of her teacher snapped her back into reality. Everyone had arrived and taken their seats while she was arguing with the American and now everyone was staring at her. "Could you please explain why you are not seated young lady?" She snapped in her extra pretentious sounding posh English accent.

The one that said, "I'm better than you."

Marí tried not to growl at being called a young lady. They weren't feeling particularly female today. Not that Marí was going to bother explaining that to some old British hag.

"He won't get out of my seat!" Marí protested. Instantly laughter broke out around the classroom. Cruel mocking laughter that made Marí feel like her skin was crawling.

"It's ok!" The new kid cried out, practically jumping out of Marí's seat. "I'll move! I'll go sit over here." He grabbed his bag and moved to the back of the room as quickly as possible.

Marí smiled in spite of themself. His random act of kindness was surprising, but they were grateful. They took their seat near the window and sighed in relief.

Marí would always look back on that day with fondness no matter what. It may not have seemed like much to him, but it meant the world to her. After Bio class she had asked Kit to come eat with her and her friends. They had made their introductions and the rest was history.

They became close friends very quickly, bonding over movies and music. They sent each other playlists of their favorite songs and songs that reminded them of each other. Marí made Kit a queer playlist with songs by queer artists and told Kit that they were bisexual and a demigirl. They hadn't even told their friends that last part yet at that point.

Marí also told Kit that they liked to use she/they pronouns, but so far was only using them online. Kit asked Marí a lot of questions then confessed to Marí that he was also bisexual but he was still kinda getting used to it.

"I grew up in a shitty situation," Kit had told them. "I guess I still have a lot of shame."

Marí didn't hold it against him. She bought him queer literature and resources for queer history including "Bisexuality and Queer Theory" and her printed copy of the article published in the 90s called "The Bisexual Manifesto." She gave him advice on websites and people to follow online.

They also just talked. Talked about life and their experiences. Their feelings and their relationships with their sexualities. Bonding with another queer person was always special but spending time with Kit always made Marí feel so...light.

Despite how close they were getting, Marí didn't always want to touch him. They were touch averse in most cases unless they were very comfortable with someone. Sometimes it just depended on the day. On the days where Marí found they could not hug Kit they had invented their own way to show affection.

They would place a hand over their hearts and tap it, as if to say "I care about you" or "I love you." Sometimes Kit would say "tap my heart" as a substitute for actually doing it.

He introduced her to his close friend Janessa, the wayward vampire who was incredibly hot and kind of made Marí all nervous and tounge twisty at first. But as they got to know her, Marí realized that she was also incredibly kind, passionate and clearly cared at great deal about Kit. Janessa was a gamer who had named herself after a video game character. She drank cups of warm blood in novelty mugs with giant swirly sparkly straws and was pretty good at making people laugh.

Janessa, or Nessie as Kit had affectionately nicknamed her, was flirtatious and charismatic, but also brutal and deadly in a fight. She was full of surprises. And maybe, just maybe Marì was a little bit into that.

However as much as Marí didn't want to admit it, they were also were starting to realize that they were way more into someone else. Someone with perfect golden curls that Marí wanted to curl their fingers into.

Eventually Kit came out to Marí as genderfluid and requested that she use alternating he/they pronouns for them. They both made the decision to collectively tell their friends their pronouns. Marí, Kit and Nessie sat around her gorgeous leather couch and talked for hours about gender, identity and transness. Kit pointed put that they may never be able to fully explain their gender to the other two, just like Kit might have a hard time fully understanding Janessa's relationship with gender, or Marí's because everyone was different.

"It's personal Nessie," he had said. "Everyone has their own unique perspective on gender and every trans person has their own complicated feelings about gender and what their own gender identity means to them, and those feelings might not completely match up with another trans person's. But that's ok. You don't have to understand the other person but you do have to respect them."

Janessa's understanding of gender came from being a trans women. It was about a strict  binary with clear lines and rules. Rules that Kit was starting to make a habit of fingerpainting all over and Marí could tell that it was stressing her out.

And Marí had no idea where the hell they fit in these rules. They had stopped playing the game.

But those two loved each other more than anything, and Marí knew they could work anything out. And sure enough approximately seven hours and four margaritas later (only two for Marí,) they had come to an understanding.

2014

She kissed Kit for the first time a month into the new year.

They had been trying on clothes in Marí's room and Kit was wearing one of their old dresses that Marí thought they looked amazing in, but Kit wanted to give it away. It was dark navy blue and sparkly with spaghetti straps, coming to about mid thigh. There were cut outs on the sides, filled in with black sheer fabric, and it had a low v cut at the neckline which was also filled in with black sheer.

Kit had been infodumping about one of the Marvel movies again, Marí couldn't remember which one, and she had kept getting distracted by his tan smooth skin peaking through the sheer fabric and fullness of Kit's moving lips. He smiled excitedly and Marí had stepped forward and kissed him.

Their first thought was that Kit tasted like chocolate. Their second was that they should have done this months ago.

Kit had melted into the kiss, smiling slightly against her mouth and pulling her closer. They kissed her feverishly, sliding their tounge inside Marí's mouth and moaning when she deepened the kiss eagerly. They moved against each other with almost lazy, comfortable precision, kissing each other for what could have been hours or days or maybe only seconds.

Marí couldn't have said.

When Kit finally broke the kiss and pulled away from Marí, his eyes were practically gleaming with joy and love. And that was when they knew.

I love him.

2015

I love him.

Ty's words ran in her ears. Repeating over and over again, maddenly bouncing around inside of her skull until she was forced to utter out loud,

"I love him".

They whispered it under their breath but Marí could tell that both Alyssa and Ty had heard them. It was so quiet you could probably hear a pin drop.

But of course. Of course he does. It was obvious. This whole time Marí had noticed there was something wrong with Ty. Just like there was something wrong with Kit. The way they stared after each other when they thought the other one wasn't looking. The loving and worshipful glances mixed with the bitter glares.

Marí had already known that Kit was in love with Ty of course. But the way they had told the story made it seem like they were positive that Ty couldn't be in love with them.

But then again maybe that made sense. Given Kit's history and who he was. But then Marí couldn't help but think of Ty and how confused he must have been. God it was a giant mess.

Speaking of...

The room was still silent. Marí found that she couldn't read Ty's expression as he stared back at her flatly. But his body was shaking, his fingers fluttered at his sides. She wanted to soothe him.

They stepped forward carefully. "I'm not mad at you," Marí assured him. "I was hoping we could talk?"

Ty's left eye twitched. "We are talking," he pointed out. Alyssa snorted.

"Ty, they mean about the proverbial bomb you just dropped a few seconds ago," Alyssa said with a laugh.  Marí smirked to themself slightly.

It wasn't really a bomb. More like a flare.

She really needed to talk to Ty. The only problem was Alyssa had an annoying tendency to never leave his side. It wasn't like she had a problem with the girl. Of course not. But her presence meant that Marí hadn't had the opportunity to talk to Ty one on one.

They cleared their throat. "Alyssa could you please give Ty and I some space to talk?" They asked. Marí hoped they didn't sound too rude. Alyssa looked to Ty and he nodded slightly, signaling that he was ok with her leaving.

That was so strange to Marí. Their relationship. The way Alyssa, a werewolf who hated shadowhunters even more then Marí did, essentially took orders from him and clearly trusted him more than anyone else. But perhaps she wasn't one to judge.

After all, she loved Kit.

Alyssa left the room with a pat on Ty's back and a quick, "call if you need me." Marí shifted their weight back and forth as they rocked slightly from side to side as they waited for Ty to speak.

He stared back at her silently, most likely doing the same. Marí blew out a loud breath and forced herself to stay still, crossing her arms.

"Are you going to say something or should I?" Ty asked expectantly. Marí bit their lip and shrugged.

"I'm still thinking of what I wanna say," she admitted.

Ty smiled at her softly. "So am I."

There we go. Cracks in the armour.

"I'm sorry," Ty whispered suddenly. "I never meant to-"

"You don't have to apologize!" Marí blurted out. Whoops they had interrupted him. "Oh shit sorry you were still talking!" They reached for their hair nervously and realized that they were wearing that Morticia wig for their costume.

Great. Marí moved on to chewing on her knuckles.

"It's ok," Ty reassured her. "I don't really know where I was going with that sentence. And you shouldn't do that." He pointed to her hand.

Marí scoffed, "yeah well you shouldn't dig your nails into your palms." He glared at them and they laughed.

"Not so fun playing a game of Mirror Image is it?" They teased. Ty didn't respond, just stared at Marí solemnly.

"You know I really admire you," he said, aiming his gaze close enough to hers to create the illusion of eye contact. "I always have. I never wanted to hurt or upset you."

Marí wished for a brief moment that they could touch him and then shrugged the impulse off. "I know love," they cooed. "Me too."

Without really understanding why, she pressed her hand to her chest directly above her heart and tapped, just like how she did with Kit. Ty studied Marí for a moment and then followed suite.

Marí in spite of themself, actually felt bad for him. They could clearly see the toll the last three years had taken on him, specifically the last few weeks. Maybe his family couldn't see it, and they definitely knew that Kit couldn't, but Marí could.

Marí of all people could see past the mask because they knew what masking looked like. It wasn't just about appearing normal, whatever that word meant. It was about hiding your feelings. Taking that heart you wore on your sleeve and locking it up tight. But everytime Marí looked at Ty, they could see it. And it was bleeding.

Ripped and bloody and broken, just like her own and yet they both still had the sheer audacity to keep breathing. Marí was proud of them both.

"You need to talk to him," Marí prompted. "You both need to be honest with each other."

Ty furrowed his brow. "Honest? About what? He doesn't feel the same way." He had gone back to flicking his fingers as he stared at her, looking puzzled.

Bloody hell between the two of them, Kit and Ty were giving Marí the mother of all headaches.

They took a deep breath. "Yes they do Ty," Marí tried not to sound exasperated. "Kit is in love with you, believe me. They told me."

It hurt Marí's heart to have to say it, but it was true and Ty deserved to know the truth. And they knew deep down that Kit wouldn't really be happy, he wouldn't be Kit until he had Ty. And Marí had to make their peace with that.

Ty looked understandably confused. He ran a frantic hand through his hair. "But why are you telling me this? Why are you helping me?" He asked. "Don't you love them?"

She fought the urge to cry as tears gathered in her eyes. She found herself digging her nails into her palms despite chastising Ty for doing it a few minutes ago.

"I'm telling you all of this because I love them" she cried desperately. "Because Kit cries out your name in his sleep Ty! Because everytime he sees you, he stares at you like you are the moon the sun and the stars! Because everytime you speak they hang onto absolutely every word, and when you laugh-" Marí cut herself off.

They squeezed their eyes shut and took deep long breaths. Ty said nothing. Marí opened their eyes to see Ty staring at them in dismay. He looked like he was trying to think of what to say to help.

Marí shook their head. "I know Kit loves me. And they probably always will. We were close friends even before we started dating." Marí groaned and shook out their entire body this time, jumping up and down a few times as well to get rid of the tension. If Ty thought this was weird he didn't comment on it.

Marí wiped her eyes carefully trying not to smudge her mascara. "But you Ty?" His eyes refocused on her again at the sound of his name. Marí chuckled humourlessly. "Fucking hell, he is in love with you. And right now he is thinking that you hate him and I know it's tearing him up inside."

Ty stared at Marí hopelessly, looking overwhelmed and exhausted. "So what do I do then? What am I supposed to say?"

Marí shrugged. "I can't help you with that I'm sorry. It has to come from you." Ty looked even more panicked.

They gave him what they hoped was an encouraging smile. "Don't be scared Ty," they murmered. "It's Kit remember. They're not scary. You have nothing to worry about."

Ty didn't answer her. He had wrapped his arms around his body, squeezing tightly. "Marí do you remember those dead moon jellyfish we buried on the beach?" He asked.

She was a little confused as to why he was bringing this up now. "Yeah? Why?"

"That's what I feel like right now," Ty admitted. "Like I've washed up on the beach and now I'm just waiting for someone to come along and step on me."

Marí's heart sank. "Oh Ty," they breathed. "I promise that won't happen with Kit. I can't make any promises for anyone else, but I do know that Kit has absolutely no intention of hurting you again love."

Ty looked pensive. Marí could only hope that Ty would make the decision to trust them.

With a sudden jolt Marí remembered the party.

"Hey we still have the Halloween party to go to," she said, shaking Ty out of his stupor. "Do you still wanna go?"

To their surprise, Ty nodded. "Sure. I think Alyssa might kill me if I back out now."

Marí snorted. Alyssa Reyes could be pretty terrifying at times.

With surprise Marí found that their spirts were lighter having cleared the air with Ty and with the prospect of a party being renewed.

She smiled. "All right then let's head out!" Marí smoothed down the long black wig over her shoulders and quickly smoothed out the long skirt of her black slinky dress before turning and exiting the training room.

She knew that she would have to talk to Kit at some point and that conversation would be brutal. But at least they could have one last night together.

It's better this way. Marí told themself as they walked back towards the main living room where everyone was gathered.  At least now Kit can be happy.

It's for the best.

It has to be.

So I'm actually planning on writing a part 3 from Kit's pov because the drama isn't over yet! 😏

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Holy Woman pt. 2

(A continuation of Holy Woman. Part 1 can be found here)

Ao3 link: Here

Words: 2939

This work features mild spoilers for Jean’s route and a genderbent (female) version of Jean d’Arc.

In this chapter: MC and another suitor appears!

pallida mors aequo pulsat pede pauperum tabernas regumque turres 

"Whatever you're thinking, don't." Vlad spoke.

"Whatever I'm thinking?"

The living room was blissfully silent, save for the intermittent crackles from the fireplace. Spring was soon upon them, and most of the snow had thawed from the mountainsides, giving way to lush greens and light-hued bronze.

Charles found the warmer air pleasant. He pictured trekking the sunlit path leading to the field where Sister Joanna cultivated her lilies. Charles wondered if she'd ever invite him to help her till the soil and plant the bulbs.

Damn, I can never get her out of my head, can I?

"What else?" Vlad examined the dainty jar full of homemade strawberry jam in his hand. "I know you've been showing considerable interest in our resident handywoman."

Charles nearly lurched forward straight into the fireplace. He stopped poking the logs and turned to his landlord. "How did you—"

"Ah, so easy to read." He pointed at Charles with a carving knife. His eyes returned to focus on his handiwork, not completely rid of their mischievous glint. "Not only do I see her with you all the time, but tongues have been wagging all over town. Rumors spread fast, you see."

Before Charles could reply, in came a snow-coated vulpine with what appeared to be a corpse in its mouth. Between its teeth was a squirrel, its fur an identical shade of white.

"Oh, no." Charles moaned quietly. "You murdered my best friend."

Vlad chuckled as the fox crept under its master's chair with no care for the grieving youth. The little devil proceeded to devour its prey with its back turned, oblivious to Charles' dismay at the loss of his companion-turned-fox-fodder.

Charles nearly forgot their previous exchange until Vlad called the young man back to attention. "So, I take it you intend to woo Sister Joanna?"

Charles gave no reply as his green eyes stared at the flickering ember.

"I don't think that's entirely right," He wiped a hand over his sunken face. "There's just...something about Sister Joanna that makes you curious about her. But she seems to be very secretive of her circumstances, and I'm not sure if tailing her around is the right thing to do."

"You're blushing," Vlad observed. "Ah, to be young and full of love."

Charles let out a sigh at his insistence.

"Well, no." Charles defended himself. "She's a charming woman, a capable one too. But I'm leaving just before the end of spring, and Sister Joanna... well, she doesn't strike me as someone interested in men or any sort of close companionship. Faust said she wasn't part of the convent, but the way she conducts herself convinces me otherwise."

"Awfully blunt, aren't you." Vlad drawled. "Well, she must have said the same."

Charles's cheeks turned beet red. He contemplated excusing himself and leaving for his room to avoid further questioning from the kibitzing innkeeper.

"But to answer your question, yes and no." Vlad set aside his handiwork as he welcomed the cold-blooded beast onto his lap. "You'd think she's the sort to devote her services in the name of God. I don't blame you. You see her praying by the statue all the time."

"But to my knowledge, nobody has ever seen her step into the church, and if Faust's words are anything to go by," He scratched the yawning animal between its ears. "She was apparently married at some point."

"Married?" Charles's shock stifled an oncoming yawn. Now, this was news. "So she has a family? Where are they now?"

Vlad's ruby-colored eyes were solemn as he watched his pet blithely gnawing his fingers.

"Who knows?" the pale-haired man murmured. "The doctor and the nuns mentioned that her husband died because of war."

A widow. Charles swallowed as he remembered their first exchange at the town square. She was praying for her own departed husband.

" But that matters little to us now, yes? You know what they say about her. Sister Joanna does what she likes " Vlad declared merrily. "If I were you, I'd respect her wishes and keep my nose out of her business too."

While freely putting your nose in mine, Charles thought. It was a shame. Although he'd suspected from the start that no woman of Sister Joanna's age and standing would deign herself to his company, a doctor from the Capital still wet behind the ears.

She must have witnessed enough of the world through that eye.

But Charles was a straightforward, insistent young man. Nothing would stop him from approaching the inscrutable dame, not as a suitor, but as a friend. Sister Joanna seemed to need one —someone other than the morose town doctor and the erratic innkeeper ex-possible fugitive.

An exhilarating warmth bloomed inside Charles's heart as he pondered on the countless outcomes his little project would bring.

"It matters very little whoever resides in her heart, husband, or God," Vlad concluded. "A woman is as good as holy by merit of her own virtue and devotion to her role."

True to Vlad and Faust's words, Charles never saw Sister Joanna within the church's halls on the rare occasion he did join the congregation.

It made Charles all the more surprised when he looked down to see her sitting in the abbey's courtyard one balmy afternoon. She was accompanied by two other people, whose faces were unfamiliar to Charles.

Their attire suggested they were aristocrats. Charles guessed the guests — a man with pearly hair and a woman with long strawberry blond waves — must have arrived from the Capital or another distant city.

Sister Joanna laughed with ease as she chatted with her companions. It sounded wonderfully pleasant and foreign to the young doctor's ears.

This is the first time I've seen her look so chipper. Charles decided to observe the trio, admiring the changes in Sister Joanna's marred features.

It took a while before the trio finally parted. Then the gentlemen shoved a rectangular object into Sister Joanna's hand, and she fell apart.

She enveloped him in a tight embrace, and the man cradled her head as she buried her face in his neck. The other woman didn't seem to be bothered. Just as gently, she approached the hugging couple and caressed Sister Joanna's mauve locks.

Charles felt indecent for spying at their affectionate display. He distanced himself from the stone balusters and went on his way. He needed to look for Doctor Faust.

Charles couldn't banish the image of Sister Joanna, smiling and weaving her fingers with the woman. How often did the nuns in this abbey see her in such a state?

Well, whatever. Charles brushed his face with the sleeves of his coat. It doesn't concern me.

Vlad's words continued to echo as Charles struggled to locate the ill-mannered doctor's whereabouts and resume his business.

They went together in early March. Charles had already been drained of his initial excitement when Sister Joanna suggested he accompany her on her annual flower painting.

He went anyway, unanswered questions and the image of Sister Joanna with the two strangers still fresh and lingering on his mind.

"Poppies? " Charles exclaimed, as Sister Joanna handed him a bag of black and brown seeds. "Not lilies?"

"I thought of doing something different this time around." She quipped. "They should yield magnificent red blossoms come August."

The couple spoke no more until midday. Sister Joanna invited Charles to sit with her under the shade of a nearby tree. They shared between them a bundle filled with sourdough bread and cheese.

"But I'm honestly surprised. I didn't think that I'd be here, planting poppies. With you, I mean," Charles spoke between bites. "I was expecting it to be lilies or roses. If you were going for red, I imagined that you'd be going for roses."

Roses fit you better nearly slipped out of Charles' mouth if not for Joanna's trenchant eye silencing him.

"No particular reason," she whispered, her gaze turning to that of the fields they had just cultivated. "But, maybe, it was our encounter at the statue that led me."

"I beg your pardon?"

Sister Joanna sighed and wiped away the beads of sweat gathering on her brow. Even as perspiration drenched her entire face, she still refused to part with the damned eyepatch.

"Red poppies are often considered a symbol of remembrance for the war dead," she began. "There are tales of blood-red flowers growing near the bodies of fallen soldiers."

A breeze tousled her chopped locks, and Charles marveled at how they shone under the sunlight trickling through the foliage.

"Even on what were once barren wastelands such as these," Charles followed her gaze, "Now they name it the Lily Hills."

How apt. "If it wasn't for your hard work planting those lilies every year, it wouldn't have reached this state. On your own, no less!"

"I'm humbled," Charles could see the ghost of a smile playing on her lips. "It's the least an old woman like me can do."

"You're not that old." Charles blabbed. "Wait, are you?"

Ah, again with the inane questions. Rein it in, can't you, Charles?

But Sister Joanna merely smiled, as if it was an overzealous puppy she was dealing with and not a grown man.

"I don't believe I've ever told you," she answered wistfully. "I'm turning thirty-six this year."

Oh.

"Well," Charles hoped Sister Joanna was looking elsewhere for fear of her noticing his embarrassment. "You certainly don't look that old."

Charles prayed that the Earth would swallow him right then and there. No wonder Vlad's assuming I'm courting her. What is it about her that has me unraveled so effortlessly? She —

"I'm flattered." Her answer was curt if a bit hesitant. "Most would take me for a gnarled hag."

Charles willed the exchange to die as he diverted all his attention back to his meal. Most of their work was finished. They could return to town soon. And Charles would be allowed reprieve in the sanctuary of his room.

Sanctuary. Charles' mind flashed back to that day in the abbey, to an image of Faust, the nuns, to Sister Joanna and her elegant companions.

And then, there was the gold-plated cameo locket dangling from Sister Joanna's neck by a long chain. It made quite the sight, nestling against the fabric of Sister Joanna's sable robe.

He began noticing the locket's existence after the spectacle in the courtyard. A parting gift from her friends, perhaps?

"That's a beautiful locket. My mother sometimes wears them back at home on special occasions," Charles dared himself to ask.  "Although hers usually have profiles of beautiful ladies on them. This is the first time I've seen one adorned with a flower."

On the surface of Joanna's locket were ivory roses against an obsidian background.

"I'm not one for icons and such," She sheepishly ran a thumb over the carvings. "I thought my husband would think my preference to be nonsense, but he listened anyhow."

This is the first time I've heard Sister Joanna's mention her husband. "Not lilies?' He joked.

"My husband preferred roses. Not that I complained," Sister Joanna replied matter-of-factly. "He did as he liked."

There was not a hint of sentiment in her voice. Maybe Charles was wrong. Maybe Sister Joanna just didn't think much of her deceased husband. Charles was a fool, for thinking Sister Joanna regarded him enough as a close friend that she was willing to divulge her secrets.

"Was it given to you by your friends in the courtyard?" Charles clutched his sister's handkerchief. How the question had possessed him for so long!

Charles thought that his candidness would earn him her retaliation. Instead, Sister Joanna slumped back against the bark and closed her eye.

"So you saw me," she sighed dolefully. "They're....old friends from Belvedere. The woman was my subordinate in the Order of the Maid, and her husband was a musician I came to know in the capital. I was the one to first introduce them to each other, in fact."

"Oh, that's so sweet." Charles was reminded of how affectionate the couple was to the old widow. "Wait! Did you say the Order of the Maid? You never told me you're a Maid!"

The Order of the Maid was an all-female military unit said to have been formed during the middle ages. Its members, consisting strictly of unmarried young women, were mostly drafted from the peasantry and nobility alike. Under the aegis of the Church, it grew to nearly five thousand strong. 

Charles had listened to his mother's tales of women on stallions defending her village's borders and riding out to meet invaders sent forth by the neighboring Monarchy.

It was a shame their nation never considered letting them serve alongside the men beyond the Empire's borders. We can't have our country's most exquisite treasures meeting their early doom, Charles once heard a grizzled colonel remark.

He was the very few who wished the Emperor's appraisal towards the Order during their debut at the Capital's annual military parade was more than empty praise.

Then again...

"You seem rather excited," Charles nearly lost himself to his thoughts that he didn't realize Joanna had shuffled closer. "What of the Maids?"

Charles could feel his childhood fantasies coming to life, free of the malaise brought upon by years of warring and adulthood. "My mother adores and admires them greatly. I grew up listening to her stories about the Maids of her youth and how she wished she could join their ranks."

"I used to admire them. And I still do now," Charles beamed. "Very much so. No wonder you could carry all those boxes the first time we met. And your knowledge of weapons? That's spectacular. I don't think I've had the pleasure of meeting any other woman with such skills."

"You just haven't met with enough women," she deadpanned.

Ouch. "Anyway, I'm glad I met you. I never once dreamed that I'd be talking to a Maid, in the flesh! My mother would be ecstatic. I can't wait to write to her about our encounter!"

"Fiery, aren't you." Sister Joanna huffed. "There's not much you can glean from an old maid like me."

Charles wasn't entirely sure if Sister Joanna was intending to joke or if she realized she'd made a pun at all. Either way, Charles poured himself another glass of water and downed it in one gulp.

"So, how long did you serve within the Order?"

Sister Joanna removed her gloves, revealing lithe fingers with burn scars coiling around each of them. She pocketed the gloves, and Charles couldn't decide whether it was deliberate on her part.

"For long as I can remember," she answered. "There was a time when I thought there was no more to life beyond God and the Order."

"And now?"

"I betrayed both," she ran her bare fingers down the cold comfort of her chain. "And gave in to a man and his fantastic pursuits."

Charles nodded. She doesn't sound too different from Mother.

"Was it as they say?" he went off with his curiosity. "Did they teach you to shoot guns on horseback? Did you help victims of floods and landslides? Ride with the Emperor in the Anniversary parade?"

Her eyes widened in overwhelm. "One at a time," she admonished. "I never thought you'd be this eager."

Charles settled against the bark with arms crossed behind his head. "Of course! I was in the Capital when they joined the Emperor's parade. How old was I? 12? 13?" He grinned like a schoolboy as he did that fateful morning. "I saw the Empress!”

"The Empress," Sister Joanna curled her lips, her leer indecipherable. Her strange turn in countenance subdued Charles.

Am I imagining things? “I mean, that was before she became Empress.” He smiled bashfully despite his discomfiture. “I never missed seeing her at the Parades. I believe I was 10 when I started watching her, way before she became High Commander and began riding at the front just behind the Emperor's carriage.”

"High Commander...." Sister Joanna murmured. "A sumptuous name for what is merely a decorative pawn."

"No, it isn't!" Charles whirled around to face his elder companion. Had he not realized Sister Joanna was a woman of different standing, Charles would have launched upon her and grabbed hold of her shoulders. "Whatever other people say about her, I think she's incredible! She'd been working hard to reach that position, and not a single soul can diminish that fact!"

"That so," Sister Joanna chuckled. Chuckled? "I take it you were one of the broken-hearted lads who cried upon hearing her marriage to the Emperor?"

"I didn't," Charles' flushed face burned a deeper shade of scarlet. "Okay, so I did. But I'm positive I'm not the only one!"

A satisfied smile graced Sister Joanna's lips. It was such a rare sight that Charles wished he could draw well that he could forever commit it on solid paper and not just his fleeting memory.

In that very brief moment, Charles could see the traces of Sister Joanna's younger self, a gallant soldier in the Maids' sleek white uniform, to be yet unsullied by the corrupted realities of the Empire.

Maybe she wasn't too far off about the horrors of leaving the Order and getting married. Ordinary life isn't as peachy compared to their glittering adventure-filled lives, come to think of it.

But neither is facing real battles and not knowing when or where you're going to die. These women DID face enemies even from a very young age.

Sister Joanna gingerly patted a cloth against her damp forehead.  “The Empress,” she repeated. "She turned into quite the monster didn't she?"

[softstraykids]

M.I.A | alternate ending

⋆ ──────── ⋆ ✩ ⋆ ──────── ⋆ link to M.I.A member(s): han jisung ft bang chan genre: angst with fluffy ending summary: best friends to lovers au! after being hurt by chan over and over again. you finally come to terms with letting him go. but can you really move on from your childhood best friend? with a little help from your knight in shining armor maybe you finally can warnings: bullying, minor violence requested: yes holy shit like 20 requests to do this alternate ending lmao a/n: please read M.I.A first to understand absolutely anything in this scenario. this is not a stand alone. the scenario will start after the bullying scene, please note this is just a rewrite of the last part and is similar to the original. ⋆ ──────── ⋆ ✩ ⋆ ──────── ⋆

they heard a scream from the girls bathroom

both of them bolted to the bathroom

both of them hoping you were okay

when they entered their hearts broke

you were bloody and bruised up tied to a pole looking like absolute death

while katherine had her hand up looking like she was about to hit you

both of your faces were etched with pure unfiltered hatred

jisung automatically grabbed katherine’s wrist

“don’t you even fucking dare lay another finger on y/n ever again”

“what th-” she started as she turned around then she saw jisung’s expression

her face paled significantly

“jisung” you said letting out a sigh as a wave of relief washed over you

he really was your knight of shining armor

but then the softest hands started to untie you from the pole

and you saw a bed of some very familiar curls in front of you

ones you used to run through your fingers through on nearly daily basis

“c-chan?” you stuttered completely shocked

chan looked at you directly in the eyes

and you could see it all in his eyes

his eyes were glazed over with unshed tears

anger, sadness those emotions were all there

but most of all was the care he had for you and the worry

chan gave you a weak teary eyed smile and tried to keep his voice steady as he said

“hang on princess you’re gonna be okay”

your body eased knowing you really were safe

though you hated the fact he made you feel so safe with him

even though the last few months all he’s done was cause confusion, pain and heartbreak for you

but a part of you also felt like breaking

it was hard hearing him call you princess again even after everything that’s happened

“c-chan it’s not what it looks like” katherine said trying to defend herself

“not what it fucking looks like?” chan’s voice echoed throughout the bathroom

you’ve never heard chan sound so cold

“so literally a few hours after i break up with you saying it’s unfair to you for us to be together because i never loved you and you were a distraction from y/n you go and do this?” he spits out

your head started to spin when chan said that she was a distraction from you

you had no idea how to feel about it

absolutely no clue

as chan said that jisung’s jaw clenched 

to all of you it was like being drenched in cold water

but chan’s voice breaks you all out of your thoughts

“don’t ever fucking come near me, y/n or any of my friends ever again” he said with such finality

you knew katherine never would

chan scoops you up gently as possible as he does he whispers to you

“i’m here now”

and with the thought that you were being carried too much these days

you passed out

hospital bed again you thought groaning internally

you look around and see chan and jisung fast asleep on the couches

suddenly someone enters and you see minho

he has a distant smile on his face as he comes over and hugs you

“are you okay?” he asks concerned

“kinda” you croak out

he gives a soft laugh handing you a cup of water

“let’s not wake these two up they haven’t slept in like 2 days plus the drama that would happen if they did” he says lightheartedly

you snort “you would love that” you say smirking

“of course i am THE drama queen of the school but for your mental and emotional wellbeing probably not a good idea” minho says with a wink

silence overwhelms you two for a few seconds before you quietly asked

“what happened?”

a painful smile on minho’s face appeared

“well chan got a full on beating from all the boys for letting this happen and dating that old hag”

you laugh again at minho’s disgusted expression when he mentioned katherine

“she got expelled by the way also she literally like legally can’t be in the 50ft radius of you” he adds

“thank goodness” you breathe out glad you don’t have to ever see katherine again

“your parents went ballistic is an understatement but they’re thankful to both jisung and chan but they kind of think you’re a bit of a heartbreaker” he whispers the last bit like a secret

“me? a heartbreaker? what a joke” you scoff thinking of how much pain you’ve been through the last few months

minho gives you a knowing smile

“well you have the two most sought out guys in school wrapped around your little pinky finger” minho says gesturing at the boys sleeping

“well the two most sought out guys after me of course” he cockily adds flipping his non existent hair over his shoulder

you giggle you love minho and his antics

“but y/n you need to choose who’s it going to be chan or jisung?” minho seriously says

“i-i have no idea” you stutter out having absolutely zero clue

you didn’t even know how you got into this situation where you had to choose between them two

“think about it okay? cause you need choose. fast” minho says with a warm smile and a ruffle of your hair before leaving  

your head was spinning you had no idea what to feel

chan you knew you loved as a friend

but when did that even become a crush?? when did those feelings sneak through the cracks? you didn’t know how or when but it happened

though you were so hurt by him the last few months and you didn’t know how fast you could recover from all the pain he gave you

but then there was jisung

your knight in shining armor

he was there for you when chan wasn’t there

he comforted you, cared for you and loved you when no else did

you didn’t deny your heart fluttered when he was affectionate with you or complimented you

that he made you feel safe, warm and loved

maybe even more chan

but you still had no clue 

and you couldn’t bear the thought of hurting jisung

just a few minutes after minho left both boys stirred

“y/n?” jisung groggily said rubbing his eyes

“Y/N!!” he shouted rushing over to you giving you a hug as you laugh as he tightly squeezed you

“jisung i can’t breathe” you choke out

“oh my gosh i’m so so sorry” jisung says letting go of you quickly

chan looked at you two with a painful smile and says to you two

“i’ll let you two catch up, if you need me i’ll be at the rooftop garden” he says distantly and leaves

“y/n you should go after him” jisung says calmly

“what?” you ask in surprise

“you need closure, to sort everything out with your feelings and as much as i just want to wrap you in my arms and never let you go. protect you from everything and everyone. you need to do this for your sake. you love him y/n so go.” jisung says not looking at you

guilt and sadness was piercing your heart

the way jisung cared about you wasn’t like anything you deserved

the fact he had to wait for you to choose was absolutely ridiculous and you knew he deserved so much better

but you knew you couldn’t let go of him

he made you so so happy

but chan also was everything to you for so much of your life

and you needed to talk to him

you needed to know whether you were still in love with him

and if you still are you knew you had to let go of jisung cause he deserved better

you didn’t realise you were just standing there looking at him

until jisung wrapped his arms around you

“don't worry about me y/n just remember i love you” he whispers into your hair and gives you a gentle kiss on the forehead

your heart melts with his actions

and you knew for his sake and yours you need to talk to chan

but you wanted to come back to jisung

back to the love, warmth and happiness he gives you 

so you gave him a weak smile

which he returned with his signature bright one as you walked out of the hospital room

the moment the door shuts jisung’s smile immediately drops

he knew you might not have chosen chan yet

but he felt like you would  

and if you did choose chan he had no idea what he’d do

how would he ever find someone like you

his heart ached and he felt sick  

he lowered his head and shook his head putting his face in hands he said to himself “han jisung you’re such an idiot”

you on the other hand were going to the rooftop garden to find chan

the moment you got there you froze

what were you even doing there?

what were you going to say to him?

what were you going to do if you still loved chan?

your thoughts were making your head spin

before a voice interrupted them

“y/n?” chan says perplexed

you whip around to see chan sitting on a bench looking out onto a gorgeous skyline

“uh hi?” you awkwardly say sitting next to him on the bench

chan takes a deep breath and suddenly blurts out

“i’m sorry for everything, i thought i was doing the right thing and now i’ve realised all i was doing was hurting you”

“i’m still so confused chan what even happened between us? we were best friends” you say your voice barely above a whisper

chan sighs out before chuckling humourlessly

“i fell in love with you y/n” he breathes out

your breath hitched in your throat you were trying to process what chan said

“but then-wait what-then why did you treat me like absolute shit?” you struggled to formulate coherent words

because what he was saying didn’t make any sense to you 

“it was pathetic really i knew you didn’t have feelings for me so i became distant so my feelings would go away. katherine was merely a distraction that’s all. then you became close with jisung and everything came flooding back again. including the jealously which is why i said what i did in the cafeteria and i instantly regretted it but i thought you’d be happier with jisung which is why i said yes to let you go.”

chan finished quietly in an apologetic tone 

“chan i loved you with literally every single part of myself even if it was just as friends. were you that selfish that you didn’t think of me at all? how hurt i’d be? how even if we weren’t close or just friends i would want you in my life?” you ask bewildered 

chan chuckles bitterly “of course i thought of you day in and out and of course i felt like shit but somehow i deluded myself into thinking you didn’t want me in your life. it got worse once i saw you with jisung. romantic or not i love you y/n and i’ve always kept our promise and i always will keep it” he mutters under his breath giving you a look which softens your attitude with him

your heart warmed slightly

chan didn’t forget your promise and he never broke it

before you could say anything he continued 

“but i think i did the right thing by letting you go, your smile came back because of jisung, the pretty one, i missed it a lot” he says giving you a soft smile showing off the dimples which could melt even the iciest heart “so for once in your life please don’t care about anyone else including me but only yourself and go to him. i can see how much you love him” he says understandingly

but you could see the pain and regret in his eyes but also the care for you and acceptance of what was going to happen

he genuinely wanted for you to be with jisung and would be okay with it 

and now you knew hearing his reasons and seeing him and talking to him again

you loved him

but just as a friend 

but you won’t give up on you and chan’s friendship 

it still meant the world to you 

“chan i still love you as a friend and i was in love with your for months but we both know it wouldn’t work out between us after all this. and now all i want is for us to go back like we were.” you said softly not looking at chan until you say desperately 

“just please be my best friend again” 

he smiles at you softly with not even a single hint of hurt or anger

and gives you a hug which you relax into instantly 

but your heart didn’t flutter and there were no butterflies

it just felt like home, safe and warm

just like chan

“of course i will y/n. i’ll be honest i’m not over you completely romantically but i will with time and i promise in the mean time that i will never get in the way of you and jisung.” he says with sincerity

“i know you won’t” you say assured of his intentions 

"let’s watch the sunset together for old times sake and then we can both head down to jisung and sort everything out. how does that sound?” chan asks you 

“sounds like a plan” you say smiling finally feeling like everything was going right again

once you guys watched the sunset talked a few more things out and joked around a bit  

you headed back down to the hospital room

“can you wait outside i just want to talk to him first?” you asked chan 

he nodded

and he went in 

jisung was plopped on the bed looking like crap

but instantly got up as he heard the door open

“y/n?” he questioned with the cutest tilt of the head and his eyes wide

you give a beaming smile and run to him 

he catches you still in a state of shock as you jump and you instantly wrap your arms around him and laugh lightly into his ear

you fit perfectly with him, warmth filled you head to toe, and you felt butterflies fluttering in your stomach

he was the one 

“i’m in love with you han jisung” you whisper into his ear

he looks at you in absolute shock and slowly but surely seeing your beaming smile and eyes which you were literally shining

he broke out in the most heart melting smile which made your insides feel like jelly

he presses his forehead against yours and you're barely a few centimeters apart 

“are you sure? really?” he asks sounding like he couldn’t believe it 

you laugh again “yes i talked to chan and i won’t lie i still love him as a friend and i still want him in my life but the one i’m in love with is you sung” 

with how much love jisung looked at you in that moment you knew you could never be happier with chan 

and before you knew it 

jisung’s lips met yours 

and you knew in your head it was cheesy as hell to say 

but everything felt like it was falling into place 

it was passionate and sweet kiss with so much love between the two of you 

it’s like you could feel the happiness radiating off like waves

you guys broke apart laughing and jisung gently lowered you to the ground

“chan needs to talk to you so i’ll be back in a few minutes”

you say giving him a soft smile as he pouts jokingly as you leave making you laugh

as you left chan went back in

chan gave him a smile 

“i know i’m not the person you want to see but i won’t take much of your time. i want you to know i still love y/n as a friend so much and i want her in my life but my feelings for her are fading. and i promise i won’t ever get between you two” chan says reassuringly

jisung smiled and said calmly “if she forgives you i forgive you. and i know you won’t come between us just don’t ever hurt her again and we won’t ever have any problems” 

“no plan to” chan says smiling widely 

“missed ya brotha” jisung says jokingly 

both of them laughed giving each other a bro hug 

suddenly the door opened

they heard a loud gasp 

“y/n i think they’re leaving you for each other” minho says acting shocked

“i can’t believe it” you cry out playing along 

there were a few moments of silence 

then all of you burst out laughing

jisung came over to you and wrapped his arm around your shoulder and gave you a quick forehead kiss

you smiled lovingly back at jisung

chan and minho just gave each other a look 

that day you realised that you were never the girl who was going to fall for her prince charming

you were the girl who broke the rules and ran away with her knight in shining armor 

and still lived happily ever after 

⋆ ──────── ⋆ ✩ ⋆ ──────── ⋆ my gif take with creds!! i am genuinely the most sorry person in the whole entire world for everyone who’s literally been waiting for this alternate ending for a whole year. I’ll be honest I’m not going to be on tumblr at all and I haven’t been for a long time. but I feel all my readers who have stuck with me deserved this alternate ending. also the ending itself is so bad and rushed im so so sorry lol. thank you to everyone who's supported my writing and this blog it means a lot and im so sorry im not active on it anymore. my blog will still exist but i won’t be active. lots of love for everyone who read this message.  as always please send in anons, comments and feedback i always love everything you all send me!! ⋆ ──────── ⋆ ✩ ⋆ ──────── ⋆

[seolcs]

           °✧｡× :  (   moon  gayoung  +  cis  female  +  she  /  her  )   ───   welcome  to  roselake  village  ,  SEOLA  LIM  !   oh  ,  well  ,  i  suppose  you’ve  been  here  for  ALL  YOUR  LIFE  ,   so  perhaps  you  already  know  your  way  around  the  town  .   well  ,   you  are  the  TWENTY  THREE  year  old  LIBRARIAN  ,  though  ,  right  ?  the  harvest  sprites  told  me  about  you  !  they  said  you  DO  believe  in  the  harvest  goddess  .  oh  ,  my  .  well  ,  that  explains  why  they  also  said  you’re  quite  BEWITCHING  and  SEDULOUS  ,  but  can  also  be  a  bit  ENIGMATIC  and  MERCURIAL  .  either  way  ,  you  should  be  a  wonderful  addition  to  our  island  !  i  guess  i’ll  leave  you  to  it  now  ,  but  if  i  need  you  ,  i  suppose  i’ll  just  look  for  you  at  THE  MAGIC  SHOP ,  yeah  ?  we  hope  you  love  it  here  as  much  as  we  do  !  oh  ,  and  remember  not  to  go  into  the  tulsy  woods  !  the  distorted  hum  of  opera  music  just  out  of  reach  ,  dirt  caked  underneath  fingernails  ,  eyes  that  know  more  than  lips  tell  !  ✧ 

━  ˙ ˖  ☆     QUICK  STATS  !

full  name  :  seola  lim  .

nickname(s)  :  lala  (  yea  like  the  teletubby ...  it  was  a  childhood  nickname  </3  )

zodiac  :  pisces  sun  ,  virgo  moon  (  click   !  )

sexuality  :  bisexual  . 

occupation  :  librarian  &  witch  .

birthplace  :  roselake  village  ,  maine  .

current residence  :  roselake  village  ,  maine  . 

━  ˙ ˖  ☆     BACKSTORY  !  (  tw  :   vague  mentions  of  an  accident   )

she’s  a  fraternal  twin  <3  if  u  read  julie’s  intro  u  know  ,  but  seola  and  sora  are  the  daughters  of  roselake’s  mayor  !   she  was  born  a  whole  ten  minutes  after  her  sister  so  she  takes  pride  in  not  being  the  hag  ...  sora  is  so  brave  for  her  sacrifice  

so  their  dad  is  the  mayor  !  he’s  been  roselake’s  mayor  for  a  while  now  ,  keeps  getting  reelected  bc  why  fix  something  that  seems  to  be  working  right  ..  aha  more  about  that  later  ...  &  their  mom  is  a  witch  !  only  on  the  down  low  though  ,  she’s  not  open  about  practicing  magic  &  is  much  better  known  for  and  adored  for  her  philanthropy  around  roselake  !  both  sora  and  seola  have  the  ability  to  use  magic  ,  but  while  the  gift  seemed  to  come  naturally  to  sora  ,  seola  high  key  struggled  with  it  /:

their  mom  was  a  very  patient  teacher  but  that  didn’t  stop  seola  from  feeling  inferior  to  both  her  sister  as  well  as  her  powers  in  general  .  she  very  much  felt  like  a  big  flop  ,  and  as  a  kid  &  preteen  she  struggled  a  lot  with  jealousy  and  frustration  and  just  feeling  second  best  in  a  sense  ?  basically  she  really  felt  like  she  was  letting  everyone  down  when  in  reality  the  only  person  who  was  putting  pressure  on  her  was  herself 

in  good  old  2010  ...  13  year  old  seola  &  sora  snuck  into  tulsy  woods  (  even  though  their  dad  always  said  never  to  go  in  there  )  to  play  around  with  their  magic  ,  got  into  an  argument  ,  and  that’s  when  seola  accidentally  ended  up  hurting  sora  really  really  badly  ): 

after  the  accident  seola  wanted  to  give  up  magic  forever  ,  but  her  mom  convinced  her  that  the  best  way  for  her  to  get  over  her  fear  of  ever  hurting  someone  again  was  to  practice  .  so  while  sora  got  closer  to  their  father  ,  who  had  covered  up  the  accident  in  the  woods  and  used  it  to  spread  his  own  agenda  ,  seola  got  much  closer  with  their  mom  

determined  to  get  better  at  controlling  her  abilities  and  also  super  terrified  that  she’d  hurt  someone  like  she’d  hurt  her  sister  if  she  didn’t  ,  seola  practiced  and  practiced  ...  then  she  practiced  some  more  .  while  most  people  her  age  were  going  through  high  school  focused  on  going  to  college  afterwards  ,  seola  was  counting  down  the  days  til  she’d  be  free  to  do  nothing  but  learn  as  much  as  she  could  about  being  a  witch  

it  was  around  this  time  she  also  started  to  get  ...  suspicious  about  her  dad  and  his  intentions  .  she  was  grateful  that  he  didn’t  tell  the  truth  about  the  accident  ,  scared  ppl  would  have  viewed  her  as  a  monster  if  they  knew  what  really  happened  ,  but  the  way  her  dad  was  acting  about  tulsy  woods  was  super  suspicious  especially  with  everything  happening  with  the  harvest  goddess  and  the  sprites .  basically  ...  seola  suspects  he  might  have  something  to  do  with  whatever’s  going  on  in  the  woods  ... 👁️👁️

after  high  school  seola  stayed  in  roselake  !  she  didn’t  go  to  college  like  sora  ,  much  to  her  dad’s  dismay  ,  but  she  did  take  some  online  classes  here  &  there  (  mysticism  and  rituals  ,  alchemy  ,  some  history  ones  ,  as  well  as  a  medieval  monsters  literature  class  ...  just  for  fun  <3  )  she  also  snagged  a  job  at  subtext  as  a librarian  ,  mainly  for  that  sneaky  access  to  all  the secret garden  books  

initially  she’d  just  been  curious  about  her  own  magic  ,  since  she  knows  it  doesn’t  come  from  the  harvest  goddess  like  a  sprite’s  magic  does ,  but  with  everything  going  on  she’s  extended  her  research   to  include  both  the  goddess  &  the  sprites  to  see  if  maybe  she  can  understand  whatever  her  dad  is  trying  to  do  in  roselake  

━  ˙ ˖  ☆     PERSONALITY  +  TIDBITS  !

not  2  be  cliche  but  she  really  is  a  mysterious  girl  SJDBWJBDJW  since  she’s  haunted  by  the  idea  that  she’s  essentially  always  on  the  brink  of  losing  control  and  hurting  someone  again  like  she  did  with  her  sister  ,  she’s  got  a  very  elusive  personality  .  she  tries  her  best  not  to  get  too  close  with  anyone  ,  but  unfortunately  for  her  it’s  the  kind  of  cool  and  detached  air  about  her  that  usually  makes  people  curious  to  know  her  ,  especially  since  her  twin  sister  is  so  seemingly  open  &  very  focused  on  her  reputation  in  roselake  .  seola’s  always  tells  herself  stuff  like  oh  to  be  a  fly  on  the  wall  ...  😔  but  the  reality  is  she  doesn’t  want  to  be  invisible  to  people  at  all  ,  she’s  just  traumatized  from  the  accident  in  tulsy  woods  /: 

so  you  have  her  enigmatic  persona ... versus  her  deep  desire  to  be  understood  and  loved  despite  whatever  dangerous  and  uninhibited  thing  she’s  convinced  lurks  around  inside  her .  yeah  ...  she’s  not  so  good  at  following  her  own  don’t  get  too  close  with  people  rule  SJDBWJDJW  most  of  the  time  what  ends  up  happening  is  her  pushing  those  who  are  already  close  away  ,  only  to  reach  for  them  again  later  ,  only  to push  them  away  ...  you  get  it  .  it’s  easy  to  write  her  off  as  a  moody  rich  girl  if  you’re  not  in  her  circle  ,  but  it’s  deeper  than  that 

she’s  got  a  bad  habit  of  fixating  on  things  and  then  letting  them  consume  her  .  sometimes  it  works  to  her  benefit  ,  like  focusing  so  hard  on  practicing  her  magic  and  finally  becoming  good  at  it .  most  of  the  time  ,  though  ,  her  curiosity  morphs  into  obsession  ,  and  it’s  very  easy  for  her  to  get  overwhelmed  and  feel  lost 

she  has  a  big  old  soft  spot  for  creepy  or  spooky  things  and  people  ,  100%  believing  that  more  often  than  not  the  stuff  we’re  afraid  of  is  stuff  we  just  don’t  understand  .  sometimes  ,  though  ,  her  attraction  to  the  “  dark  ”  is  a  manifestation  of  her  own  internalized  belief  that  there’s  something  wrong with  her  &  that  she’s just  as  capable  of  bad  as  she  is  good  ... cannot  believe  freud  just  possessed  my  body  like  that  😳 

if  she  was  an  animal  she’d  for  sure  be  a  cat  JSBDJWBDJW  comes  &  goes  as  she  pleases  ...  affectionate  &  warm  on  her  own  terms  ...  sometimes  she  brings  people  weird  gifts  that  are  only  really  gifts  in  her  eyes  ...  yea  <3  

high  key  has  a  huge  guilt  complex  bc  of  that  juicy  unresolved  childhood trauma  !  that  and  the  fact  that  she’s  pretty  sure  her  family  is responsible  for  hurting  so  many  other’s  in  roselake  ...  it’s  a  lot  .  so  even  though  she’s  not  as  warm  and  friendly  as  sora  is  ,  she’s  just  as  kind  ...  maybe even  too  kind  sometimes  ,  she  just  feels  like  she  has  a  lot  to  prove  &  make  up  for  yk  

voted  most  likely  to  dump  you  &  say  it’s  not  you  ,  it’s  me  ):  

big  fan  of  creating  ambiance  she’s  all about  turning  of  the  big  lights  and  turning  on  a  lamp  ... maybe  lighting  some  candles  if  she’s  feeling  crazy  idk ... 

if  you  don’t  know  she’s  a  witch  you  probably  think  seola’s  about  to  drop  the  hottest  skincare  line  of  2020  because  she  do  be  collecting  those  herbs  and  oils 

━  ˙ ˖  ☆     WANTED  CONNECTIONS  !  (  all  open  to  all  genders  )

BEST FRIENDS  :  technically  sora  is  always  gonna  be  her  number  one  best  friend  🥺  but  i  would  really  love  for  seola  to  have  at  least  one  person  who  really  truly  knows  her  ,  someone  she’d  drop  anything  for  to  help  them  if  they  needed  &  vice  versa  !   

CHILDHOOD /  FAMILY FRIENDS : open  to  muses  that  grew  up  in  roselake  !  maybe  their  parents  are  friends  ,  or  maybe  they  were  just  neighbors  or  in  the  same  classes  in  elementary  school  .  i  have  ...  lots  of  ideas  for  this  trope  hehe  <3  give  me  someone  who  seola  pushed  off  the  swings  when  they  were  tiny  and  now  they’re  still  sworn  enemies  to  this  day  ...  childhood  friends  that  stayed  close  ,  but  after  the  accident  in  tulsy  woods  seola  distanced  herself ,  someone  who  was  technically  her  first  love  who  she  probably  had  a   little  wedding  ceremony  with  when  they  were  like  five  with  candy  rings  ,  childhood  friends  that  grew  apart  and  now  it’s  sad  and  awkward  ,  childhood  friends  that  stayed  close  and  have  embarrassing  stories  to  tell  about  each  other  ...  i’ll  stop  here  JSDBJWD    

CONFIDANTS  :  the  one  person  seola  keeps  finding  herself  talking   to  about  the  things  she  usually  keeps  inside  &  they  do  the  same  with  her  .  i  think  it’d  be  funny  if  both  of  them  find  it  weird  to  do  things  like  go  out  to  lunch  or  shop  together  because  that’s  not  what  they’re  used  to 

SUBTEXT  :  people  who  know  her  from  the  library  !  maybe  your  muse  spends  a  lot  of  time  there  so  they  recognize  seola  (  or  maybe  they  even  go  just  to  see  her  )  ,  maybe  your  muse  needed  help  finding  something  once  and  seola  helped  them  out  &  now  they’re  kinda  pals  ,  or  maybe  your  muse  is  someone  seola’s  requited  to  help  her  out  with  her  own  research  with  the  secret  garden  books    

FRIENDS  THAT  DATED  :  maybe  things  just  ended  amiably  between  them  ,  or  maybe  it’s  like  an  “  everyone  told  us  we  should  date  so  we  tried  it  and  boy  was  that  the  weirdest  thing  we  ever  did  ”  situation  .  either  way  the  outcome  is  they’e  still  friends  <3

CAHOOTS :  what  is  this  you  might  ask  ?  someone  seola  can  be  in  cahoots  with  .  she  has  a  possibly  dangerous  idea  that  no  one  else  is  likely  to  say  yes  to  ?  she  goes  to  your  muse  .  your  muse  has  an  idea  no  one  in  their  right  mind  would  say  yes  to  ?  they  go  to  seola  .  these  two  are  in  cahoots  !  

BAD  INFLUENCE  :  i’d  love  for  someone  who’s  trying  to  get  seola  to  dabble  into  darker  magic  /  abandon  her  quest  to  figure  out  what’s  going  on  in  the  woods  and  save  the  harvest  goddess .  she’s  pretty  hard  to  sway  if  she  thinks  she’s  doing  the  right  thing  ,  so  bonus  points  if  your  muse  is  good  at  manipulation  and  has  a  convincing  case  that’s  more  than  just  oooh  be  bad  ;)  

SPRITES  &  MAGICAL  BEINGS  :  sorry  human  muses  ...  these  are  not  for  you  </3  i  would  love  if  any  of  the  other  witches  /  wizards  helped  seola  on  her  journey  to  practice  her  magic  and  get  better  at  it  !  maybe  someone  who  knows  what  really  happened  with  sora  in  the  woods  but  still  decided  to  help  her  /  not  judge  her  ,  OR  maybe  someone  who  knows  what  she  did  and  is  now  scared  of  her  /  doesn’t  think  she  should  be  doing  magic  still  at  all  .  as  for  sprites  i  think  seola  would  be  super  curious  about  them  &  the  harvest  goddess  ,  so  maybe  some  sprites  who  are  willing  to  talk  about  their  abilities  with  her  and  their  connection  to  the  goddess with  her  &  are  maybe  even  working  with  her  to  try  and  figure  out  what’s  going  on  in  roselake  .  then  on  the  reverse  of  that  maybe  sprites  who  think  seola’s  too  nosy  for  her  own  good  ,  or  who  don’t  trust  her  because  they’re  also  starting  to  get  suspicious  about  the  mayor  ,  or  maybe  they  just  don’t  trust  any  magic  that  doesn’t  come  from  the  harvest  goddess  

MAYOR LIM  :  if  you’re  trying  to  get  to  her  father  for  whatever  reason  ,  sora’s  definitely  the  easier  ticket  in  ,  but  maybe  your  muse  is  trying  to  be  less obvious  about  it  so  they  try  through  seola  !  i  would  also  ...  really  love  someone  she  can  sneak  off  with  during  town  events  where  her  dad  is  involved  when  she’s  supposed  to  be  with  her  family  promoting  that  shiny  lim  reputation  hehe 

SISTER  SISTER  :  connections  through  sora  !  this  is  ...  always  the  best  part  of  having  a  sibling  in  the  same  rp  you  get  to  make  connections  through  them  so  give  me  all  sorts  of  stuff  it  could  be  dramatic  like  your  muse  hurt  sora  &  now  seola  hates  them  or  it  could  be  wholesome  too  !  not  2  be  cliche  but  ...  love  triangle  anyone  ...  just  kidding  ...  unless  ?  🙈  

THE  BIG  EX  :  seola’s  first  real  relationship  ,  and  first  real  heartbreak .  everyone  before  them  had  been  an  unofficial  thing  ,  but  your  muse  was  the  real  deal  .  maybe  one  or  both  of  them  ruined  it  by  being  too  scared  of  their  feelings  to  stick  around  ,  maybe  secrets  and  insecurities  got  the  best  of  them  ,  maybe  one  of  them  was  willing  to  try  but  the  other  wasn’t  .  either  way  it  ended  badly  ,  and  whether  those  feelings  are  resolved  or  not  ...  the  world  is  our  oyster  baby  !  

HOOKUPS  :  friends  with  benefits  and  it’s  not  awkward  between  them  ,  friends  with  benefits  and  it’s  super  weird  between  them  because  they  may  be  crossing  over  into  real  feeling  territory  ,  one  night  stands  /  hookups  that  were  huge  mistakes  ,  one  night  stands  or  hookups  that  were  or  are  being  kept  secret  for whatever reason  ,  someone  who  leads  seola  on  but  never  gets  serious  about  her  ,  or  someone  she  leads  on  but  she  never  gets  serious  about  because  every time  they  get  close  to  anything  real  she’s  pushing  them  away  

WILL  THEY  WON’T  THEY  :  a  friendship  that  always  teeters  on  the  line  of  something  romantic  !  maybe  they’re  both  oblivious  to  the  chemistry  /  tension  or  maybe  they’re  aware  of  it  because  they  get  jealous  when  they  hear  about  the  other  being  with  someone  else  …  maybe  they  refuse  to  do  anything  about  it  because  they  don’t  want  to  complicate  things  or  maybe  they  purposefully  cross  lines  when  they  feel  that  jealousy … could  be  more  angsty  or  it  could  be  more  wholesome  depending  on  which  way  it  goes  😈

i  wont  lie  to  u  ive  been  writing  this  all  day  ...  but  we  finally  made  it  baby  😭😭😭  im  sosososo sorry  for  the  length  &  the  wait  ...  also  i  feel  like  my  charas  always  change  a lil  once  i  actually  start  plotting  &  writing  so  sorry  again  if  u  see  me  finally  writing  as  seola  on  the  dash  and  ur  like  lit  rally  who  is  that  ... JSDBWJBDWBDJ  please come message me on discord to plot  ! @ seulgi ily ʕ´• ᴥ•̥`ʔ#8172  maybe ...  give  this  a  like  if  u  wanna  …  do  that  ?  thank  u  for  reading  all  this  ur  so  brave  for  that  stay  sexy  stan  loona x  

[ocherrywine]

From Eden

Fandom: Good Omens , Ineffable Husbands

Words: 1058 Language: English Ch: 1/?? Rated: T Current Chapter Warnings: Conspiring to Cheat , Some Potentially Homophobic or other Strong Language Future Chapter Warnings: Domestic Emotional Abuse , Talk of Cheating  Characters: Crowley, Aziraphale, Agnes Nutter, Gabriel Other Tags: AU, Modern AU, TV!GoodOmens, Human!Crowley, Human!Aziraphale, Human!AU, Friends to Lovers, Asexual!Aziraphale In Beta

Based on a request I’ve seen floating around for Gabriel featured as Aziraphale’s not-so-lovely boyfriend-- and Crowley, as a best friend pining there after him.

“That man is going to be my future husband,” he said, matter of factly, despite himself. 

“You may find some trouble, that,” the response, “as you’ll find that the gentleman is already...affianced.” 

“That man is going to be my future husband,” he said, matter of factly, despite himself.

“You may find some trouble, that,” the response, “as you’ll find that the gentleman is already...affianced.”

The word tasted bitter on his tongue and rolled out and across like a bad taste dropping into a napkin at the dinner table, “Affianced, pfft, come off it. How pretentious.” He was still staring at the subject, a crown of rolling cloud atop a head and a jacket flutter in the breeze that was making its way middle distance and sinking further still into somewhere else- but still searing in his memory. ‘Not if I can help it’, he thought.

“You come off it. He’s engaged, and last I checked not to the likes of you.”

He ran a hand through his hair, so carefully mussed. He was searching for his thoughts somewhere in its tangles, “You know ‘im? What’s his name?”

“Aziraphale,” Agnes answered. She rolled his name with purpose, and to Crowley it sounded like music. Aziraphale. It was a hum in his throat, and then flowed from his lips as a babbling brook. Like a spring breeze in the trees. It was a name that floated, just like the wisps of his curls. Like angel wings. “He’s the bloke that owns the bookshop just down the way. Comes in here all the time, picks up little pastries and the like. Sweet fellow. Too good for you.”

Crowley shot her a look, let the bitter wash of his iced coffee clear spiteful words from his tongue. “You’re entitled to your very wrong opinion, this time. Only because I don’t want to have to find a new place, ya old croan,” though tempered there had been some spite left, “Never seen ‘im here before. And I don’t see the boytoy. What’s the story?”

“Only seen the boyfriend come along a couple times, but they’ve been together awhile as far as I can tell. Kind of a jet-setter corporate type, can’t imagine what it is he actually does though. Travels a lot? American business type things?” Absentmindedly, Agnes cleaned the counter with a rag, the cafe a-chatter lightly. Soho, London- Agnes Nutters Patisserie, and (unsolicited) Nice and Accurate Advice (1). Agnes was a woman who knew too much. “Don’t you go ruining it for that nice boy. I mean it. He’s one of my favorite customers and I would like for him to continue to come back. You, Anthony J. Crowley, have a reputation for what you do to men. And I won’t have it.”

“Yeah yeah yeah,” he bit back, impatient, “which shop is it then?”

“A.Z. Fell & Co., has the nice red doors. Vintage, eclectic, smells like mildew. Very bookish. Sits reading more than he does any actual selling. Not your type.”

“I’ll decide if he is or isn’t my type after I stop in and have a chat. I’ve been meaning to dust the shelves off and actually put up a book or two.” Crowley knew this was strange behavior for him, admittedly. Agnes, as she usually was, had been Nice and Accurate in her assessment (2). His usual type was some twink or twunk, back alley and wrapped in mesh or leather who he would never have to see again if he didn’t want to. He never quite cared for them- it more so just...filled the hole, passed the time. A dalliance here or there. But there was something...different about the man Aziraphale. Somewhere between his bright and genuine smile and little upturned nose, between the stupid Tartan tie and the way he nervously waved and muttered ‘pardon me my dear boy, may I perhaps grab the sugar behind you?’-- Crowley felt like he had known him all his life. 

“You’re a devil, and if you’re going to give the poor lad the trouble of you,” Crowley was unsure if Agnes was affectionately teasing or serious- likely both? “- bring him this, from me. It’s his favorite.” Primly, Agnes set down a little cup on the counter beside Crowley.

“What do I owe you for it?”

“If it were for you, double the normal cost for wasting my time. But for him? No charge. Off with you, now, before you hold up a line.”

“Why are you helping me?” he narrowed his eyes and sniffed the cup she had set down- it was cocoa. It was sweet, almost cloyingly so. He wondered if she had done anything to it. He wondered what grown man drank cocoa in a mildewy bookshop. He took a slow dragging sip of his coffee, wondering if he should venture a taste (3)… 

“I’m not, I’m just trying to get you out of my shop,” she tutted at him, shaking the cleaning rag at him, “Truthfully, though… I don’t quite trust the boyfriend. More than I don’t trust you. And the boy seems...lonesome much of the time. Something tells me you’d make right chummy, in odd sorts.”

He turned the cocoa over in his hand, “I’m not going to thank you, hag (4).” 

“You aren’t welcome. I don’t trust you even quite as far as I could throw you- and if I hear a word of you hurting that angel of man in any sense trust that I will make good on that. I will throw you.”

“Right-o,” he made a show of straightening his scarf like a tie, “Until next, hopefully your funeral.” As Crowley set himself in motion out into the throng of Greek Street, the shop bell tinkled a contented sigh. Agnes recalled it said every time a bell rang, an angel gained its wings or some hocum like that. She had to wonder, though, what she had just set into motion- trouble, she suspected, more than likely. 

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The Patisserie part was advertised in gold on the window, where as Agnes’s advice was not so much advertised, but one would soon get a taste of it after frequenting the shop often enough.

2. Nice here was relative, but she was in fact painfully accurate.

3. Whether he meant of the cocoa or Aziraphale, or both, he was not quite sure.

4. Translated: “Thank you, hag.” This was more or less the way in which Crowley’s tentative friendship with Agnes Nutter worked. He would leave her a generous tip, and she would know but say nothing of it.

[dekimdeku]

Cold Touches - Chapter One (Todoroki x Reader)

Notes: 1. English is not my mother languare so please be easy on me. 2. I hope you all like the story. This is my first time writing fanfiction but I really love MHA and I have a giant soft spot for Todoroki. 3. Next chapter is going to have a slight Kirishima x reader.

...

A loud explosion was the first (Y/N) heard in the sunday morning. The girl grabbed her phone and checked the time. 6:15 PM.

"Not even the great UA School made Katsuki learn how to be quiet."

YN got up and walked in direction of her brothers room stopping in front of the door. “Katsuki stop whatever you're doing, some of us are trying to sleep." Y/N yelled and another explosion was heard.

Giving up, the girl walked back to her room, opened her closet and picked a black shirt that used to belong to Katsuki, a pair of pink shorts, and a pair of underwear. Y/N walked to her bathroom, standing under the shower and letting the hot water run through her body.

Since Y/N was a lot like her father Massaru being in the Bakugou family was not an easy task. She really loved her family but sometimes all she wanted was some peace of mind, even if this was impossible, since all her mother Mitsuki and her brother Katsuki knew was yell at each other. After finishing her morning routine and dressing herself the youngest Bakugou went to the under floor of her home and instantly feeling the smell of coffee. Going to the kitchen Y/N saw Katsuki cooking. "Good morning Nii-chan, cooking breakfast for us?" "Shut up and set the table, shitty girl" Katsuki said rolling his eyes. Y/N picked the plates and organized them in the kitchen table. "What happened earlier? Are you okay?" Y/N asked. "Yeah, just the dumbasses of UA. Kirishima is trying to make me hang out with them." "I think you should give it a try... It's been a week since the spring break started and the only thing you've done is training." "WHAT THE HELL? I AM GOING TO BE THE NUMBER ONE HERO OF COURSE I HAVE TO TRAIN HARD" the spiky blonde screamed. "Okay, Katsuki." The girl let out a heavy sight. "But if you change your mind let me know so I can go with you. I haven't seen the guys in a while."

YN became friends with all the members of the "bakusquad" but mostly with Kirishima and Mina. The Red hero had attended to a few dinners at the Bakugo's home and the Accid girl chatted with YN in one of the study meetings of the group and the girls became friends quickly.

"Tch. Whatever. I don't know why someone would like to hang out with those shitfaces." He responded but Y/N knew it was just a facade. Bakugou liked his friends, he just really wasn't affectionate. Until the last year his sister were the only Katsuki showed some affection but thanks to Kirishima and his first year in UA he had improve his social skills and even got a little more patience. Katsuki served bacon and eggs in your plate and Y/N gave him a little peck in his cheek, and in response he ruffled her hair.

"Katsuki is a great brother."

"Hey Katsuki" YN called getting the boys attention. "Were you nervous waiting for UA results?"

"Of course not. Why this stupid question? Are you nervous about the exam?" He asked with a strange calm in his voice. "I am, a little." You shifted awkwardly in the chair. "Don't be an idiot, of course you will pass. You're the best at creating those support items. You could even passed the hero exam if you wanted to." He told and Y/N let out a chuckle.

A week ago YN applied to join in the first year of the support course of UA. Even having a explosion quirk like her brother she didn't want to be a hero. In fact her truly talent was creating things. But even if YN already had developed a bunch of items on her own, like the grenades of her brothers suit, studying at UA was the best way to achieve her dream. You wanted to help heros.

"KATSUKI WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING? TRYING TO DESTROY MY KITCHEN???"  A loud voice made the girl stop spacing out.

"SHUT UP OLD HAG I WAS JUST MAKING BREAKFAST"

"Oh great! Your father and I are starving." She said like she wasn't trying to kill Katsuki two seconds ago.

"Good morning Oka-san and Oto-chan."

...

After finishing breakfast Y/N washed the dishes and went back to her room. She was laying in bed scrolling through social media when she saw her brother in the door frame.

"We're going to Kirishima's house in 30 minutes. Get ready.” Katsuki said and left. YN smiled and started to think about her outfit. The girl choose a sleeveless red dress that stopped just a couple inches above her knees.

…

The drive to Kirishima's was quiet and fast. Since Kiri’s house was on the way to Masaru's design company the he gave his children a ride.

Stepping in the front door of the nice home Katsuki ring the bell and a nice brunette lady opened the door.

“Hello Katsuki." She greeted him and saw a girl with the same ruby orbs and similar face. "You must be Y/N! I am Akaisame. Eijirou's mother. He talks about you a lot. ” The woman said and you smiled softly after greeting her.Katsuki seemed to frown even more than his regular expression. “Come with me. The kids are in the backyard.” Kirishima's mom leaded the way to the other side of the house. Y/N could hear a few unknown voices and giggles. “I guess there’s other Katsuki's classmates here”.  But when the two arrived in the backyard they were surprised with A LOT of teenager's in divided in small groups.

“OI SHITHAIR. WHY DIDN'T YOU TOLD ME THAT THE WHOLE CLASS WAS COMING?” Katsuki yelled to Kirishima, who was next to Sero and a guy with eight arms(?) and suddenly Y/N felt everyone staring them.

“Bakubro I'm glad you ca… Y/N YOU’RE HERE!” Eijirou noticed YN presence and run to the girl lifting her in a big bear hug.

" He smells so good. I miss him."

“Guys this is Bakugo's sister Y/N.” Eijirou introduced you.

Being friends with her brother's little group was one thing, but being among all his classmates was a different situation. Y/N felt small and shy but she tried to learn everyone’s names as they talked to her.

After most of presentations were made Y/N searched for a place to sit and have a drink. In that moment the girl saw green locks and immediately walked in the direction of her old friend. “Hi, Izuku. It's been a while.” Y/N didn't knew the reason why her brother and Izuku stopped talking but she always made sure to hang out with Izuku whenever was possible and when his quirk bloomed Y/N felt genuinely proud.

“Hello Y/N. I missed you! How was the application for the support course?”

“Well I’m supposed to receive the letter with the results tomorrow. Honestly I'm a little anxious about it.” Izuku gave you a kind smile and seemed about to say something but a tall boys came close to the table you were. “Oh Y/N this is Todoroki” Izuku pointed to a boy with heterochromatic eyes and white and red hair “And Todoroki this is Y/N Bakugou.”

Y'N’s mind spaced out for a few seconds. "Wow. No one should be allowed to be so handsome. This must be the ‘half n’ half bastard’ that made Katsuki insane in the first year sports festival."

“It's nice to meet you, Todoroki-kun.”

“Hello Y/N. ” He said with his heterochromatic eyes fixed at your ruby ones.

"I think I could get lots in those eyes"

[shilohrph]

" You're not gonna believe this ... " — Over ten years after high school graduation, a group of close friends affectionately dubbed The Rat Pack are reunited in their hometown when their old ring leader suddenly dies. Reunions is a 9 character roleplay dealing with loss, and reminding everyone that friendship is composed of showing up, listening, and a million little things. Could we have a shoutout please, Shiloh? Thanks in advance!

i just had my ten year reunion this summer, because i’m an old hag. i didn’t go. i hatted everyone i went to high school with. anyway, here’s ya shoutout ! ( 2 / 7 )

[take-me-tom-hiddleston]

OKAY. I NEED AMELIA AND LOKI WITH “Do you have any idea what time it is??” Please!

#TMTH800 Drabble #2

Title: Affirmation

Pairing: Loki x OC/Loki x Aemilia

Words: 1,504 (I’m slowly getting better at drabbles but still not there yet)

Warnings: None

ACK YESSS THANK YOU @gimmeshoesinhell. I was hoping for some sort of request with them!! I hope you like it (and I’ve SO enjoyed getting to know you lately. I think we may be kindred spirits, you and I)!

SO to tie any Ruin readers over waiting for the next ch, here’s a little snippet between Loki and Aemilia post their first ILYs and prior to the events of Thor. HOWEVER, you don’t have to have read the main fic to enjoy this. At least I’d like to think so.

Loki had always sought solitude within the quiet halls ofthe palace library. As children, when Thor would run off to play with the youngLady Sif or Fandral instead of his smaller, younger brother, Loki would quietenhis hurt feeling by immersing himself in large book of spells, cuddled up inthe corner with a blanket and an empty journal to fill with all his notes andthoughts and musings. Maybe if he studied hard enough, he could become apowerful enough sorcerer to match Thor’s mighty strength.

As childhood became just a glimpse into the past and Loki hadgrown tired of a particularly rambunctious Thor and needed a quiet escape, hewould sneak off to the vast floor of written history and would be swept away intales of old. Or when Loki found himself struggling to meet the expectations ofhis father, he would be studying other worlds, other languages, other cultures,any subject that happened to draw his insatiable curiosity in on thatparticular day.

He was his mother’s son, after all, and as he perused thenever ending shelves, he would frequently hear Frigga’s steady voice in hishead, reminding him that knowledge waspower, too. And if he could learn just one new thing of value that day, hewould be more powerful than he was the day before.

So after his thoughts and concerns were utterly disregardedat yet another royal council meeting, Loki immediately retreated to acomfortable spot in the library upon dismissal.

He held the book a little tighter than normal that day.

Minutes turned to hours as he sat there, leafing throughpage after page. Sunlight streaming through the windows gave way to cool, bluemoonlight. Eventually, all patrons left until he was the only soul in the vasthalls, with just a single candle at his side. That was good. He liked it thatway. Though, that day, he never could completely quiet the small tinge of lonelinessin his chest. That didn’t matter, however, because there was work to be done.

He was five pages to the end of an anthology on the might ofthe ancient Dwarven forge, Nidavellir, when a velvet voice suddenly soundedbehind him.

“Do you have any idea what time it is??”

Loki jolted in surprise, so absorbed by the book that he hadnot sensed the presence behind him at all. He turned around in his chair to seea familiar, pretty face staring down at him with sweet, sleepy hazel eyes.

A little smile quirked at his lips and warmth spread throughhis chest. He couldn’t seem to contain it whenever he saw Aemilia. Not anymore.

“I wager it’s late?” he replied with a smirk, closing thebook and looking to her. She was wrapped up in a green silk floor-lengthdressing gown over her usual slip she slept in. Her dark auburn waves weretwisted in a large messy braid down her back, with a few nefarious little curlsescaping and messily framing her face. The warmth intensified.

Aemilia amusedly scoffed. “It’s earlier rather than late atthis point. It’s two hours until sunrise.”

Loki’s face fell a bit. That was indeed much later than he had imagined. Then again,now that he thought about it, his eyes didfeel rather heavy.

“How long have you been here?” she asked, wrapping her robea bit tighter around her. The air had a bit of a chill.

Loki turned his chair to face her and outstretched his hand.She smiled lightly and accepted it, intertwining her fingers with his. Hegently pulled her across his waiting lap, and a tiny content giggle escaped herlips. He relished the contact, that pang of loneliness he felt earlier entirelygone now that she was here.

“I’ve been here since the council meeting was dismissed.”

Aemilia paused and did the calculations in her head. Hereyes widened. “Loki that was hours ago.The meeting assembled at midday.”

He shrugged, wrapping his arms around her waist. “I losttrack of time. I needed to do some work.”

She stared at him, her sharp gaze calculating and piercingthrough any façade he could muster. “…What happened at the meeting?” she asked.

He nearly rolled his eyes. Had he truly become thattransparent around her? Of course, Loki never took into account that it wasn’tthat he acted more transparent around her, it’s that another person aside fromhis mother finally knew him well enough to see through him. “The meeting was…themeeting. Nothing out of the ordinary from any of the others,” he weakly deflected.

Aemilia absentmindedly ran her fingers over the divots anddesigns of the leather on his chest. “And your proposal for the Light Elves?”

Loki’s mouth turned downwards in a scowl. “Politely tossedaside, as per usual. That old withered hag Hilde did say it ‘had potential’ upon further work and could bereaddressed at a later date, however.”

Aemilia grinned at Loki’s feistiness before reassuring, “Butthat sounds slightly promising!”

He scoffed. “Unlikely. They’re follow-through is atrociouslydismal.”

Loki looked off into nothing, his eyebrows seemingly frozenin an irritated furrow. Aemilia’s face fell. When would others see Loki as shehad?

“Hey,” she said gently, placing one hand on his neck andtracing her thumb across his skin. When he didn’t look over to her, in aspontaneous whisper of an idea, she got up from his lap momentarily so shecould straddle him.

That got hisattention. His eyes widened fractionally as he watched her, his large handsimmediately settling on her hips. “Hey, shewhispered again, lightly pushing his face up to her with one finger under hischin.

Those sharp green eyes reluctantly met hers, annoyed thatshe could so blatantly see his frustration. She looked to him, one hand on hischeek and eyes glittering. “One day, others will see what I see in you.”

He chuckled. “What? My dashing good looks?”

Aemilia affectionately rolled her eyes. “I believe everyone already sees that. I’m talking aboutyour intelligence. Your strategic mind.” His eyes softened, not expecting suchheartfelt encouragement. “Loki, you’re calculative, observant, remarkably talented, strong-willed, wellspoken, and you deserve to be heard.To be respected. You will get your chance to show that to the people. You just…haveto be patient and not lose who you are in the process.”

Loki swallowed, a lump in his throat. Hearing such validation from this woman whom he admired so much…hestill wasn’t used to such a sensation. Being appreciated. Valued. Acknowledged. He doubted he would everbecome accustomed to it.

Entirely unsure of what to say for once in his life, Lokisent her a little smile before fully wrapping his arms around her in a tightembrace, burying his face in her neck. Aemilia chuckled breathlessly, happy herwords seemed to reach him, and warmly accepted his hug, cradling the back of hishead in her hand.

They simply sat there for a long moment, Aemilia relishinghis touch and Loki breathing in the gentle yet intoxicating smell of roses inher hair.

He’d barely said this out loud to her a handful of times atmost, and it still irrationally scared him to do it, but he couldn’t hold itback. His embrace tightening, he muttered into her neck, “I love you, Aemilia.”

She let out a breath, her heart suddenly racing. A widesmile bloomed across her face as his words washed over her. She still couldn’tbelieve that they were in this place, that they had become this. It was withouta doubt the most thrilling and wonderful feeling in all of the galaxy, and shefelt her very soul spark with life when he said those words to her.

She pulled away so she could look at him and saw areflection of what she felt in Loki gazing up at her, face open and vulnerableand genuine. He leaned his cool cheek into her warm open palm. “And I love you,Loki. With everything I have.”

His lips turned up in the smallest smile she’d ever seen,but it was so pure and peaceful ittook her breath away.

Aemilia leaned down and pressed a gentle, barely-there kissto his lips, to which he quickly came to life under. His breath hitched in histhroat before he kissed her back, bringing her in deeper. His arms tightenedaround her waist and pulled her closer, and he moaned quietly into her mouthwhen she gripped his hair a bit tighter.

That ever-present physical connection they possessed flaredto life instantaneously. Suddenly, all they needed in the whole Nine was simplyeach other.

Their kiss deepened and intensified until they could nolonger continue without coming up for air. Loki’s lips immediately foundAemilia’s neck as she gasped for air and gripped at the sturdy leather on hisback. “T-take me to bed?” she proposed breathlessly.

Loki groaned, biting at her shoulder. “With pleasure.”

[nethwan]

A Life By Your Side

Summary:  Lars come back to work, but things are confusing. He doesn't know who has to believe.

Note: Ludwig is Germany, of course. Stacy is just a fill character. 

Other links:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/25720198/chapters/62555131

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13663177/2/A-Life-By-Your-Side

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Chapter II: Fake

Although the memories of the last few years had been erased from his mind, life never stopped and went on as usual. It had been several days since Mei’s departure. He had no idea that when she left, she would take the warmth of home with her. No matter where he was, something was always missing.

On the other hand, he intended to call her several times to check on her, but he repentant in time. Most likely, she didn’t want to hear from him again, after all he had hurt her with his words. He could still evoke her expression of pain, her resignation, and that goodbye. Maybe it was better that way, he wanted to live without pressure, postponing the search of himself that he feared so much and the memories that he knew he would not recover.

He thought he would see her again when she went to get the rest of her belongings, but instead Mei’s sister, and best friend arrived. Neither of them dared mention her nor did he ask questions. For a moment he had the idea of asking them to tell her not to worry about him, but after that he thought what right he had to believe she was doing it. He tried to comfort himself by thinking that the separation was for the good of both of them, he didn’t want to give her false hope or tie her to a vague future. He was no longer the Lars she knew, but a complete stranger. Besides, she was very pretty and nice, it would be easy for her to rebuild her life by the side of a good man who would offer her what he could no longer give her. Thinking about it, he couldn’t help but feel a twinge of bitterness.  

He wondered if he would be able to live in peace now that he had taken her out of the way. However, whether he loved her or not, the truth was that sometimes he used to think about her. At first, he felt it as a burden, as a sort of charge of conscience, but as the days went by, he began to miss her presence and her company. Maybe he just felt lonely, though.

Finally, Lars decided to go back to his old life, to when he had an established routine and every day was the same. In the morning he’d drink that one cup of coffee, then go to the law firm. Returning to work hadn’t been easy either, but he found a way to occupy his mind with other issues he considered more important. He had lost about 5 or 6 years of experience, but at least he could remember a good part of what he had studied and learned during his first years at work. So, in that respect he was at ease.

Although it was odd since some people were now unknown to him. Except for Ludwig Beilschmidt who was his best friend and had attended his welcome from the hospital, but hadn’t had time to talk. Right now, at least he had his support. His office looked the same except for the picture of Mei on his desk. He stared at it for a few minutes and put it in his drawer so he didn’t have to think about her. The morning went by as usual and all he wanted to do was go home.

After work, while waiting at the metro station, a tall, black haired woman approached him. For the first time in days, Lars was comforted to recognize another face. It was Stacy, an old colleague he had known since university, who had stopped seeing him when she went to study for a few semesters in the United States and they met again during their first years of work. As far as he knew they got along quite well and consider her a friend. She invited him for a drink and he accepted.

“Long time no see you. I’m glad you are all right. I heard about your accident, but I couldn’t contact you before. I was very worried; it is true that you lost your memory?” she asked after entering a café.

“Not completely, but I remember you”

The woman smirked. After a short talk about his health, he felt confident, after all she was an excellent lawyer and had graduated from college with honors, so there was no one better to trust at the moment. Of course, perhaps apart from Ludwig.

They both tried to catch up. For Lars it had been nice to talk with someone about serious issues that didn’t relate to his condition. She spoke eloquently and it was of real interest what she had to say. She was such an interesting and intelligent woman, the kind of person Lars felt very comfortable with. The talk went on so long that when they realized it was already night, but they decided to meet another day after work to continue the conversation.

“I don’t think I saw you when I came back from the hospital,” said Lars a bit puzzled, as they took a walk.  

“It’s just that, well, maybe it’s not the time to tell you, I’m a little embarrassed,” she said shyly.

“What is it?”

“No, it may bring you problems with your wife. In fact, we shouldn’t even be talking right now” she said with some sadness.

“Did something happen between you and Mei?”

“Well, I don’t want to be dramatic, you may not even believe me when I tell you. I guess she already warned you.”

“Warn me? What are you talking about?”

Stacy hesitated, thinking for a while, as if looking for a way to tell him, making the suspense between them grow.

“I guess she didn’t do it as I thought she would. You should know that we haven’t talked much since you married her. This is the first time we’ve really talked.”

“Why?”

“See, it happened after I got back from a trip, I heard you were dating her, so I wanted to meet her, she looked nice, but one day she came to me and threatened me not to come near you again”

Lars looked at her in confusion. He knew that Mei was immature, but he didn’t think she would be capable of doing such a thing. On the other hand, why should he trust the stranger more than a flawless colleague he did trust and remember. He was quite annoyed, who she thought she was to forbid him to speak to. Though on second thought, it made sense, Mei could be suffocating, he now understood a bit of the need to follow him around. He knew their marriage couldn’t be perfect.

“I can’t believe it”

“Neither did I, she looked so sweet, I just wanted to be her friend. You know I have always appreciated you and that’s why I wanted to meet the woman you had fallen in love with” said the latter with resentment. “But don’t get mad at her. The last thing I want to do is cause problems in your marriage. I just wanted to talk to you to see if you were feeling better,” she added.

“No, she has no right to forbid me anything,” he said, shaking his head.

“I feel like I should have told you before, but you know, I didn’t want to get in the way and she said she’d have me fired if I thought to tell you. It seems she has some influence…”

“It’s ok, it’s not your fault. Honestly, I think I just realized her true nature. At least I’m calm now. We’ve been giving each other some time.”

The woman’s eyes shone and she tried to hide her smile.

“You don’t know how sorry I am”

“It’s ok. I guess it would happen sooner or later” he replied disappointedly.

Of course, Stacy already knew that. She knew very well that he had lost his memory, and had consequently, separated from his wife. The rumors among her colleagues were something that one way or another ended up spreading and she still had very close friends who informed her as soon as they heard. So, she believed that this was her chance to get him back.

She remembered perfectly the day that she met him at the college. Lars was one of the brightest students in the class. She started to admire him, first from afar and then trying to be his friend. Some classmates thought they would make a great couple. She simply called herself a friend, while he was indifferent. However, just when they had become close, she went on an exchange to the United States. Before she left, she couldn’t confess her feelings to him, which she had regretted.  

They lost contact, until, by fate, they met again at work. They regained their friendship, although this time with Ludwig Beilschmidt in the middle and the inconvenience that she had a boyfriend with whom she had been dating for two years. Leaving him for Lars had been her intention in the first place, but there was always something going on, work, family, some important matter, anything. Finally, she decided to end her engagement during a disastrous trip, but when she returned Lars was already dating Mei.

She found out what kind of person she was and was almost outraged when she met her. She thought she was, by far, better than that girl in the colorful clothes and silly girlie face. She hated her from the moment she saw her. How was it possible that such a focused and serious man could be capable of falling in love with a simple brat when she had been waiting for him for so long, she wondered. That couple just wouldn’t last, no way, he probably just slept with her until someone better came along, maybe that was it.  

She tried everything to separate them: being especially affectionate and attentive with him, tagging him in suggestive posts, making more physical contact than usual, even leaving belongings of hers on purpose to create conflicts between them. But nothing worked, somehow that little hag managed to blind him completely, she thought. Finally, when she heard about their engagement, she decided to put an end to it, she couldn’t take it anymore. She went to his apartment; he opened the door and right there she asked him to break up with Mei so he could give her a chance. She even offered to be his lover. Lars listened to her as if she had gone mad, but simply shook his head.

“I can’t do that to her. Besides, I’m going to marry her”

“She doesn’t deserve you; I love you the most. I’m the one who should be with you. I have loved you since college. Give me a chance, she doesn’t have to know.”

“You’re wrong about me, I’m not that kind of person”

Through the door, Stacy could see Mei witnessing the scene. It had been so humiliating, especially when she saw concern in her eyes and wanted to let her in until she calmed down, but Lars refused.

“I think you’d better go, it’s late. The neighbors had heard everything and may call the police,” he said angrily.

Days later, Stacy decided to cut all ties with him. She left for a while determined to forget him, but for her it had become an obsession. She often looked to Lars’ social media to see him, but he didn’t use them. So, she was content to secretly make fun of Mei’s comics. She would write malicious comments, criticizing and offending her, but there was never a lack of support or she was just ignored.

Then, she heard about his accident, and since she had decided to return because of a special case that only she could take care of, she saw the chance to get back what was rightfully hers. Ludwig didn’t take it well. As soon as he saw her, he warned her not to approach Lars with bad intentions, for he knew what she was capable of.

“Don’t worry. He only likes me as a friend. Have you forgotten?”

Ludwig didn’t trust her. Several times he witnessed her tricks to ruin Lars and Mei’s relationship. At first neither of them believed it, because she was too decent, but when he caught her going into Lars’ office and rummaging through his things, Ludwig knew that she was up to no good. He recorded her and thanks to that, he was able to save them troubles, but he didn’t count on her confronting him. So, when she left all of a sudden, he thought things were over, but she came back.

Lars and Stacy met again a few more times after work. They talked for hours about the time they didn’t see each other, her travels and the last case she had taken care of. Lars was impressed by her professionalism and ethics. Something quite admirable. Then it came to his mind why he didn’t ever notice her? She was exactly the kind of partner he was looking for. Stacy was sophisticated and brilliant, plus her conversations were becoming a great relief to distract from his situation.

He unintentionally told her that he enjoyed talking to her more than he did to Mei. Then, Stacy started sobbing, saying that when Mei had threatened her, she was terrified. She didn’t want to lose her job just out of simple jealousy, but what hurt her most was losing his friendship. Then, she told him about some messages harassing her with getting rid of her, calling her a bitch because in her eyes she wanted to steal Lars from her. Even when she offered her her friendship, Mei had rudely rejected it, saying she could never be friends with a whore.

“I’m sorry you have to find out this way. How could I possibly confess it to you anyway? She sure acted as a model wife while she was taking care of you. And I guess she didn’t even call you. How can you trust someone like that?”

“Well, no, I haven’t even contacted her,” admitted Lars, feeling partly guilty.

“Do you think she asked someone to keep a close eye on you? If I were you, I wouldn’t trust anyone, not even my best friend,” she said.  

Lars was upset that he had been cheated on by his supposedly devoted wife. But at the same time, he was sure something was wrong. This felt different from how Mei was, as if something didn’t add up, even though Stacy couldn’t be lying. So, she started filling his head with bad ideas about Mei, for whatever reason, even if he wanted to change the subject, she insisted on telling him the worst of her and insulted her, but for Lars those couldn’t be lies. The more he thought about all that, the more he felt his marriage was a lie.

One morning, Ludwig called him aside. He told him that he wanted to talk about something important and payed that he wasn’t intervening too late.

“So, you have been seeing Stacy lately,” he said directly.

“Yes, it was nice to see her again,” said Lars without making too much of a fuss.

“Lars, please be careful. I don’t trust her” he answered shyly, but worried.

“What do you mean?”

“She is not to be trusted. Besides, legally you’re still married. Don’t get involved with her, you’ll regret it”.

At that point, Lars became defensive. He would believe it from manipulative Mei, but not from his best friend.

“I think I know what this is about, Mei found out, right? I can’t believe she asked you to keep an eye on me.”

Ludwig seemed offended and shook his head.

“No, I haven’t had any contact with her and I doubt she knows about this.”

“So? You know Stacy, you know she is a right and respectable woman,” replied Lars.

“Lars, listen to me. Trust me. I have been your best friend for many years. What would I gain by lying to you in the state you are in?” he said seriously. “You know very well that I’m not the kind of person who lie about something like that”.

“I know, but it seems strange to me that you’re getting into this. Why didn’t you do the same thing when I met Mei? Did you have any idea how controlling she was and yet you didn’t tell me?”

At this point, Ludwig thought he’d never seen Lars being manipulated like that. He never thought he was naïve as to believe any of the lies Stacy was sure to tell him.

“Tell me, why didn’t you say anything? I should have married Stacy instead… she is the kind of woman I should have been from the beginning and…”

“Lars, do you really think that the woman who spent days in anguish, waiting for you to wake up and that exhausted herself day after day to bring you back is like Stacy insists on making you believe?” he patiently interrupted him.  

Lars looked at him incredulously, how he could doubt that woman who had been a victim of Mei’s constant harassment. She had even cried in his presence. He didn’t know who to believe, just then he hated himself for not being able to remember anything. Ludwig told him what she had done and why she had left, but Lars couldn’t believe him.

“Look, I think you should trust your intuition. Something tells me that you don’t completely believe her yourself”

“How do I know that it’s not Mei who lied anyway? How do I know she is not a fake?”

Ludwig sighed impatiently. Lars was always too stubborn, so he sometimes avoided contradicting him. It was too difficult to convince him, but this was the last straw. He got up from his seat and walked to the door.

“Fine, have it your way. If you are gonna listen to her, at least be decent, talk to Mei and ask for a divorce, and if you are gonna do something stupid like stay with Stacy, don’t count on me at all.”

Lars was silent, it was the first time Ludwig spoke to him in such a sharp tone. He had always been patient and somehow avoided conflicts, but this time, it was different. He wanted to end their friendship because of a misunderstanding that happened long ago. He was sure that Stacy was someone else and she understood him very well, so why think there was something wrong with that, besides it wasn’t as if he was dating her.

That afternoon he met with her again. They went to the café that Lars could recognize because it was the one Mei said they frequented often. Stacy greeted him with special affection. It was a surprise to him, but he didn’t avoid it. He thought about what Ludwig had told him. In fact, at that moment he felt as if he were being unfaithful, even without having that intention, perhaps because he thought he would have preferred to marry Stacy and not Mei. To think that she was better than Mei, when he hadn’t given her the benefit of the doubt.

“You know, I was thinking, since you are finally going to divorce that hag, maybe it’s time for you to move on. How about you and I starting something?” she said, caressing his hand.

“I haven’t talked to her about it yet, and even if I had, it’s too soon,” he replied, having a very bad feeling.

“Why not? You don’t live together anymore; there are no children involved. We’ve known each other for years and I have always been in love with you.”

Lars had a terrible flashback, like from someone yelling that. He thought he had dreamt it before, and it was Mei saying it, but that didn’t sound like her. He suddenly felt dizzy and looked down.

“Come on, you won’t regret it, you can start a new life by my side. As it should have been from the beginning, before I was forced to leave, before the jerk I was dating, and before that little idiot came between us,” she said, caressing his face and slowly approaching to him.

At that moment, Lars turned away and looked out the window. What he saw wouldn’t let him sleep that night: Mei saw him with eyes full of pain, contemplating what appeared to be a betrayal. Her sister, and her best friend, took her away immediately. As Stacy laughed, as if it were all on purpose.