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witchinatree · 8 days

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making a list of my favorite quote/ones that stuck with me from each season 1 episode because i feel like it

(i'm starting this after episode 4 but it will be a WHILE before i post it)

episode 1: "bones are a lie peddled by Big Milk" - alice

i love this one because it's a great introduction to alice i think. also it radiates spiral so i hope we get avatar alice not dead alice (isnt there a podcast called alice isnt dead?)

episode 2: "If I wanted to clear the canvas, I would have used turpentine." - statement

this one was just fucking powerful and caught me so off guard like 😶

episode 3: "What would I do without her?" - statement

the norris statement <3 it feels like martin asking what he would do without jon which makes mag200 a lot sadder and i love them

episode 4: "Perhaps you shall prove a stronger will than I, and will yet find it within yourself to destroy this hungry thing of wood and cat-gut." - statement

augustus sighting #1 and we immediately get jonah magnus expressing that it may be possible for gwen bouchard unknown family member to overcome the eye's hunger spooky violin

episode 5: "Voyeur needs to be seen to be believed." - statement

i feel like this one is pretty reflective of how the seasons gonna go? like if you explain the events of tma (mag200 specifically) no one's gonna believe you, it must be seen to be believed!! and also seen!! like the eye!!!

episode 6: "Not sca- This isn’t some poxy blood test, some little pinprick, this is hundreds, thousands of razor sharp points pushing into your flesh." - needles

i love needles so much and i thought this was really funny because it was like "you dont find me scary!! what the fuck!!!" just kind of toddler michael energy

episode 7: "It’s not like we’re wrestling with tape recorders and manila folders." - celia

STOP IT. celia you can't say that you just cannot!!!!!! you Know™ too much maam i cant with you

episode 8: "Pleasure to meet you both. I’m Gerry!"

RAGHHHHH OH MY GOD GERRY!!!! i love him so much and idk how to handle him being alive in the tmagp universe!! gertrude too but idk we got so much of her in tma and not nearly enough of gerry

episode 9: "And honestly, it’s kind of compelling by this point." - sam

they got him 😔😔 the horrors got sam 😔😔 also i found this to be an interesting contrast to jon's heavy resistance in season 1 like he was being compelled but he wasn't going to let anyone know that vs sam "its kinda compelling to trauma dump on this paperwork :]" how is he somehow even more victim material

episode 10: "Gosh you’re sexy, here’s a twenty for your trouble.” - alice

does this count as a quote if shes also quoting what she thinks sam should say? idk anyway i love her i would say that to her if given the chance and it was very silly. i will not be addressing bonzo i am scared.

episode 11: "...Thank you, Alice" - gwen

dyhard dyhard dyhard dyhard dyhard. okay also, the way she CRUMBLED at the idea of anyone doing anything nice for her please someone give her a hug and let it be ME. this series is tossing me back and forth between sam & alice (what is their ship name) and dyhard but this put me back to dyhard

episode 12: "You know it's rude to have absolutely no game?" - alice

she's so fucking funny i need her to be okay so badly!!!! i don't think even tim made me laugh as much as she makes me chuckle and this one really got me. it's hard to write such a comedic character in a podcast since you only have the voice but they really nailed it i adore her

episode 13: "Is it my fault?" - gwen

each of these episodes just reveal a little bit more about how loving and soft gwen is and idk i love her so unbelievably much so seeing that she felt guilt about the bonzo stuff just made her so much more real :(

episode 14: "Christ, they’re in the walls…" - statement

theyre in the walls!!! theyre in the goddamn walls!!!!! anyway that got me because i realized the hole before the statement said it. made more sad than scared tbh

episode 15: "Babies are cool!" - alice this entire interaction between her and sam & celia was so awkward, she is so obvious and i love her anyway

episode 16: "It’s not like I was holding doors open for Mr Bonzo or anything." - gwen my wife is so so so stupid but i adore her AND this gives room for character development. i wish she did not do that though. i love when characters are flawed and have depth but i struggled to get past THIS flaw of hers

episode 17: "Thanks, I guess. Not exactly the same, though, is it?" - celia shes talking TO JON IN THE COMPUTER. SHE KNOWS. i lost my damn mind i love her i love her. get the gay people out of the puter please queen

episode 18: "Why would I need to talk to you? Your work is satisfactory. Unless you have a work-related issue I could assist you with?" - lena solidified my opinion that lena is the best boss to ever have, i adore her and i would want to work for her if she wasn't the boss of Creepy Establishment #1

episode 19: "You’re going to throw it in the fishtank, aren’t you?" - alice colin's behavior is like really worrying BUT i'm glad he's back. i was not convinced he was still alive

episode 20: "I suppose it’s too late for remorse, isn’t it? And why should I be sorry? This is what I deserve!" - ink5oul/statement they reminded me of jon a lot, like especially his season 3/4 transformation when he doesn't quite know everything but he knows he isn't who he was in season 1 anymore, i hope we see more of their life and they can be helped :(

episode 21: [Tape Recorder Bites Ink5oul] - audio description i know it's not technically a quote but this is just so fucking funny. why does it have teeth. what does this mean for the lore. holy shit.

episode 22: "Jonathan Sims and Martin Blackwood" - celia. knawing at the walls of my enclosure i am so not okay. i'm not okay. wtf. wtf. wtf. they're real. wtf.

episode 23: "I had a favorite mug. It said “love you, bitch” and had a picture of a drunk dog on it." - alice. okay i just love this entire interaction because gwen got to open up a little bit and my dyhard heart is so full

episode 24: "I am told that children like me, and I’ve always held the opinion that the world would be a better place if everyone just thought more." - basira. once again this whole interaction was so fun but like idk i loved hearing basira somewhat happy and in a safe place :] my wife <3

episode 25: " I am trying to help, to save us from this goddamned fucking nightmare machine!" - colin. MAN I REALLY WAS ROOTING FOR YOU!!! I WAS SO CONFIDENT YOU WEREN'T GONNA DIE!!!! it's over

episode 26: "I was worrying for a moment that you were Magnussing." - alice. MAGNUSSING BEING CANON MADE ME SAY IT EVEN MORE I'VE SAID IT LIKE TWICE ALREADY

episode 27: "You didn’t tell me the room was labelled, “Archivist.”" - celia. oooooh somebody's got TRAUMAAAAA LMAO

episode 28: "So you’re telling me you know nothing about an OIAR external contract being found with the bodies of two tattooed thugs who met rather grisly ends?" - TREVOR HERBERT???? anyway. ink5oul mention!!!!! i hope they stop killing people it's really rude

episode 29: "Alice, er… we’ve got to talk. It’s important." - teddy. i knew it was over for him but i didn't think it was gonna be THIS bad??? bye babe i guess??? 😭

episode 30: how do i even pick. the whole fucking episode. i can't. i am in a state of shock. i need to lay down for 30 years.

#honorable mentions:#“canaries should stay above ground” because holy shit (1)#“i don’t scare so easy these days” because oh my god its our celia (7)#“i like them”/“of course you do” because weeping weeping weeping (8)#“oh no not again! oh the horrors! nooooo” that one was just really funny and not exactly part of the episode (9)#“can he read?” (10) bc it enforces the gwen/jon parallels (“you dont sound?? russian??”)#“the deep will care for his bones” (11) it creeped me out and i loved it #“the cover had this awful comic sans title 'mr. bonzo's on his way'” (12) comic sans font was so funny it almost made it not horrific #“I have a baby. Jack. He’s just over a year old now.” (13) like BARNABAS. i know him.#“The only drama is the dilemma of how I could possibly get by without you all to myself!” (14) alice.... alice....#“Oh no! Who keeps taking Georgie’s face?!” (18) SHE'S BACKKKKKKK #''I swear if I hear one more word about Trevor-bloody-Herbert MP I am going to blow up Parliament.'' (27) because WHAT LMAO??? WHATTT #''when I first awoke I knew nothing nothing but the dream of things that sliced my who from me with claws like scalpels'' (30) i cried #''They’re gone Alice. They’re gone.'' (30) tweaking #''What happens now? You push me? Stab me? Or do I need to jump in myself? Come on what’s stopping you?'' (30)#can i just put the whole episode in honorable mentions too atp.#''We are the hilltop. It is me and I am it and we are. We are…'' (30)#''Yeah sure. Sorry to bother you. Goodbye Alice.'' (30)#okay i'm done #i can't i .. i ..#the magnus protocol #tmagp #magnus protocol #tmagp spoilers #tmagp season 1 #the magnus pod

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whomeidontknowthem · 2 months

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Eyes on me – an interactive whump story. Part 2.

Previous part. Masterpost. Next part.

Content warning: institutionalized slavery, imprisonment, dehumanizing language, it/its for an unhuman whumpee, pet whump.

"In folklore, any mythical, magical creature is commonly called 'fey'," they book that Lord Teelo had ordered after returning to the inn room said. "It is, of course, a wide misconception that is not accepted in any theory that has even an ounce of respect for itself. Fey is not just another way to say "magical", but a registered phenomenon different from a spirit, a magic-infused animal or a demon, and especially has nothing to do with tiny folk with wings, whose existence is widely refuted…"

It went on and on, an irritatingly salty response siting some previous debates and calling out authors the lord had never heard about. It could be entertaining in its own right – Lord Teelo was anything but impartial to loud grudges and decades old arguments – if not for his lack of experience with the topic rendering the details tedious and the fact that it wasn't idle interest that led him to seeking out the book.

The papers had been signed in half an hour, the impressive sum of money changing hands as the decision had been finalized at the spot. The arrangements had been made immediately after to transport the creature to the lord's summer house. It was to spend its last night at the auction house, and then, in the morning, they would ride – Lord Teelo in his usual carriage and his new property in an impressive cage – towards its new home.

The thrill of the purchase was sure to keep the lord awake, and he decided to spend the time on research. Learning about the kind of thing that came into his possession was paramount – after all, he didn't want it to die before its time because of his ignorance.

"Fey is defined by any reputable source as an otherworldly creature. It does not come with as many defined characteristics as an unsoundly educated person would believe: a creature from another dimension does not have to have wings and three pairs of limbs, though it is not out of the realm of possibility. A fey can look exactly as your regular cattle. The one thing that makes it fey is that it is not from the reality we live in."

The text wasn't very useful. In the two chapters Lord Teelo had managed before throwing the book into his bag and settling in bed, there was an infuriatingly little amount of actual, useful advice. The further he read, the more sure he was: he would have to figure things out by himself.

It was the thrill that came with owning the never before seen creature, one he wasn't even sure was from the same world, one, if it wasn't, that would catch the interest and desire for experiments by mages all over the world.

Now that he thought about it, maybe he should get into contact with a few. Their insight would be valuable either way – the lord was doubtful that the rainbow marks on the creature's skin could be the result of anything but magic, and magic tended to come with complications he wasn't confident he could deal with by himself.

Getting in contact with the sailors who caught the thing was a good idea, too. He'd already asked for the name of their ship and drafted a letter to a good old acquaintance in Froien. She would get the information to him in no time, even if he'll definitely have to show the creature to her afterwards. Keya, as he knew her, was curious beyond all else. Lord Teelo couldn't wait to see her face and the faces of his other acquaintances when they saw the kind of prize he'd gotten. The images of their amazement and barely hidden jealousy made him giddy with anticipation.

He wanted to make the most out of the day, and so was up and in the back garden of the auction house barely an hour after sunrise, despite the morning chill finding its way to his very bones through the layers of fabrics and furs he'd donned. A cart made into a cage with thick iron bars – provided with the purchase, of course, and with how much he'd paid Lord Teelo would be personally offended if it wasn't – was hurriedly readied and brought to the doors of the building.

The sounds of clattering and clinging and human voices burst through the open door before the creature was dragged out. It was the size of a northern wolf, bound and twisted and carried by two cautious servants. It craned its neck and bared its teeth through the muzzle, a wild animal, a scared one, and if not for the lines running down its skin and the weirdly human-like hands – with thumbs even if they were too long to actually be human – Lord Teelo would have taken it for nothing more than a dumb beast. Then it opened its mouth as wide as it could and let out a whole string of sounds – low and guttural and constantly repeating in patterns that made the lord think that it was trying – no, saying something in an unfamiliar, alien language.

He felt his pulse high in his throat, watching the creature as it was pushed inside the cage, chains around its limbs secured and the door locked behind. It kicked and threw itself against the metal only to settle back a moment later, too smart to waste energy on a fight it couldn't win.

And then, it noticed him.

Lord Teelo thought it recognized him – or maybe it was a wishful thinking fueled by the way it stilled and stared and then craned its neck to the side and forward, baring fangs in a display that was chilling even despite the binds. The unblinking yellow of its eyes pierced right through him.

He felt goosebumps creeping up his arms but refused to acknowledge it. He was safe, he reminded himself. It was tied up and helpless. No matter how it bared its teeth and tried to look scary, he was the master.

He stepped forward, lifting a hand up to place at the edge of the cart. The creature glanced at it, then continued staring. The lord smiled, "Hello there."

The creature growled and then said something. Lord Teelo continued soothingly, "No need to be so tense. We'll get to know each other -- you'll get used to me in no time."

In the light of the starting day, its skin didn't look like that startling black he saw in the dim cell. It was more grayish – still dark, though, and still unnatural. The pattern of colorful lines didn't look any less striking. His fingers ached to touch it, to feel if its skin was rough under his touch or as human-like as some of its features were. As the black short fur framing its face and ending in the middle of its back in a sort of haircut. Fey, Lord Teelo thought fervently. It had to be one. It was too strange in some ways and too familiar in others. It had to be a creature from another world. What other explanation could there be?

"Lord Teelo?" A voice came from his side and soon he was regrettably distracted, finishing the transaction and discussing the details. Servants pulled a thick piece of fabric covering the cage from view. Lord Teelo dismissed the pang of regret at their actions, reminding that he was going to have months worth of time to play around with the new toy.

He wondered what it'd be like. How it'd act. Would it be able to learn the human tongue, or prove to be too dumb for it?

He wondered where it would live. And – ah, this was an urgent question, was it not? He should send a letter to make sure it was all taken care of by the time he arrived.

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#I am experiencing a very adhd urge to excuse the fact i posted it late despite not even breaking the deadline i set for myself #for once i even have an actual excuse as funerals take a looooot of energy and time to organize and attend (im fine)#but anyway! here we go! the creature has won and I decided to write some elaboration over what “fey” means in the context of this universe #the title is still a placeholder. I am yet to come up with some proper way to call this story #i usually look at the plot to figure out the best name. but since it's interactive i can't do that!#so the placeholder will be here for a bit longer. will update everything once the story gets going and receives a proper title!#whump #whump writing #captivity whump #slavery whump #pet whump #inhuman whumpee #interactive whump #writing #interactive writing #series: eyes on me

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kyouka-supremacy · 6 months

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Atsushi for the ask game.

ATSUSHI HERE WE GO THANK YOU FOR HEARING MY PRAYERS

Favorite thing about them: HIS SELFISHNESS. It's so so delicious to explore. Can you imagine a protagonist that saves others not out of simple good will, but because of egoistic self-preservation motives? It just feels counterintuitive for me lmao, and I found it quite messed up when I first watched the anime, but now it's so compelling to explore. His whole “everything I do is in order to gain the right to live” is crazy fashinating. Because lol, that's entirely nonsensical to me! There's no such thing as “gaining the right to live”; all humans, every person in the world is inherently deserving of life. All. No exception. So there's no level of “weak” or “worthless” that would make you lose that right. The fact that's it's a vision so distant and absurd from mine, idk, it just makes it very compelling to explore? “What if there was a little fucked up guy who believed the right to live had to be earned” just sounds like a very interesting premise.

Least favorite thing about them: When I first watched the anime, I think I found him low-key annoying? I just... Don't do very well with self-deprecating people and people who complain a lot in general, I usually suffer in silence and tend to (wrongly) assume others should do the same (this probably makes me sound pretty mean, I swear I try to be understanding irl). However, it doesn't bother me as much anymore, I simply think it's more of a distinctive trait of the character that makes him multilayered and unique. As of now, I can't think of anything I don't like about him if not the fact that I wish he'd rely on Dazai and others in general a little less. I know that has to do with his lack of self-worth, so maybe it makes sense,, but as of now he feels kind of stuck. I just wish we'd see him grow more on that front.

Favorite line:

There may be better ones, but I really like the delivery of this one.

brOTP: KYOUKA AND ATSUSHI they make me go insane. Already talked about this in the Kyouka post but just to reiterate: in my headcanon Kyouka really is the only person Atsushi feels genuine, selfless affection towards. It's very sweet. They're siblings. Kyouka's happiness is really important for Atsushi. They really do have that feeling of people who got out of an abusive environment learning what normality is supposed to be like together. I also really like how they compensate for what the other lacks, be it decisiveness and coolhead for Atsushi and empathy and positivity for Kyouka. Although plenty shipping them romantically, I really like platonic sskk and atsulucy as well.

OTP: I really like sskk eheh. I think they're neat. There's a thousand and one reasons why I find them pretty great. They're objectively the only reason why I got invested in bsd as well as the only thing that has me keep up with the franchise to this day. Right now, I feel like the one thing I really appreciate about them is how you can be the worst person in the universe and still somehow be loveable to someone. I think it's sweet. I also find it very fun and enterataining to explore their various soulmatism antics. They're both very complex and multilayered characters with something deeply wrong with how their minds work that makes them very fun to analyze both by their own and in the complexity of their relationship. Their collective story arc and canon relationship progression is extremely engaging and nice to follow, too. I love dazatsu and atsulucy as well!! Both were ships I wasn't particularly invested when I read the manga for the first time, but really grew in me in the last six months or so. I really dig akuatsulucy as well!!

nOTP: Nothing?

Random headcanon: He really likes reading. There's some real meta-analysis to be made here I actually had written this is probably not the right place to talk about, but in a work that's all about literature, he's the character who reads.

Unpopular opinion: He's the hardest character to write / characterize. That's why people should probably go easier on other fans when they mischaracterize him. He's just very multifaceted and genuinely hard to get. I keep seeing people being like “Stop babyfying Atsushi he's an independent adult!!” then turn around to say “he can't be shipped with Dazai because there's too much unbalance of power :// [somewhat implying Atsushi can't make free decisions for himself]”, or “Stop making of Atsushi a soft baby who never did wrong in his life!!!” then turn around to say “Atsushi is the happy puppy of the agency who gets treats and pats from everyone ^^ ” like. At least to me, a lot of people's arguments sound self-contradictory all the time; but that doesn't mean people should stop having fun and characterize the characters as they like! Just, let's stop being mean to each other and try to be a little more accepting towards others' takes, shall we? And yes that also includes letting people find Atsushi annoying if they find him annoying (although like, I've NEVER found anyone call Atsushi annoying ever, so really, what remote fandom spaces is everyone visiting? Why are you looking for clothes (good takes) at the soup store (Tik/tok I assume?) ).

Song i associate with them: Common World Domination by Pinocchio-P, HIBANA by DECO*27, Ghost Rule by DECO*27, so on and so forth.

Favorite picture of them:

Favourite panel from the manga:

Favourite illustration: Look, there's too many beautiful illustrations, I can't chose. Here's a very good one though.

Favourite illustration in the anime art style:

But also:

Favourite Mayoi card:

Send me a character?

#Btw I think the author does truly believe that people have to earn their own right to live and that #“people can't live unless someone tells them ‘it's okay to go on’ ”#Which is all sorts of fucked up for me and just goes to the encyclopedia titled Reasons Why I Strongly Disagree With Bsd Morals #But taking the character Atsushi on its own out of the context of which worldvies bsd does or doesn't enable.#I think it's very compelling to explore a character who thinks like that!!#Of course‚ feel free to disagree with my interpretation of the text #atsushi nakajima #bsd #mine #people asks me stuff #I feel like with this more than others I have more to say that just didn't come to me...#I have so many headcanons and opinions about Atsushi how can I only pick one!!!

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bookshelf-in-progress · 4 months

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Shadowstruck: Chapter One

The room had too many shadows. They filled the corners of Mama’s sick room, where heavy velvet curtains blocked the noise of passing carriages. They stretched from her bedposts, from the doctor’s medicines and instruments sitting next to the kerosene lamp on her bedside table. Sometimes one looked alarmingly human-shaped, and Clara feared the worst, until she saw the faint flickering heartlight around Mama’s form.

Mama’s heartlight, usually a bright, cheerful yellow, had faded to the color of old paper, barely visible in that dim room. Clara’s heartlight, as always, matched it to a shade, which made her feel like she was dying, too.

In Clara’s twelve years of life, she could barely remember spending more than an hour away from her mother. Mama had been her playmate, her caretaker, her teacher, her greatest friend.

Clara held Mama’s hand between both of hers, trying to rub some warmth into the cold fingers. Suddenly, Mama’s heartlight flared like a camera bulb. Her eyes flew open and she clutched at Clara’s arms. “Jeff!” she cried, as if watching him drown. “Jeff!”

Dr. Chambers' nurse rushed from her shadowed corner to Mama’s bedside; her comforting lavender heartlight glowed faintly around Mama’s head as she tried to calm her. “Your husband is well, Mrs. Lynwood. You should rest.”

Mama pushed away the nurse’s hands. “Where’s Jeff? I must speak to him!”

Neither Clara nor the nurse could quiet her, so at last the nurse called for the shade.

The boy--who seemed to be a year or two younger than Clara--looked pale and harmless, but he gave Clara the shivers. Papa didn't keep any shades--had never let any in the house until the nurse insisted she needed the extra hands--so this one, casting a shadow instead of a heartlight, looked like an unnatural intruder in this civilized room.

The nurse ordered the shade to fetch Papa from the Senate. The moment he left the room, Mama fell back against the pillows, exhausted.

Clara shuddered as the boy's long, black shadow slithered down the hallway before him. “Papa won’t come with a shade,” she said.

“He’ll come for your mother,” the nurse replied.

And the nurse was right. Papa burst into the room minutes later, the black sash of his senatorial robe still waving behind him, his orange heartlight as strong and vibrant as he was.

Jefferson Lynwood looked nothing like a famed, formidable senator as he rushed to kneel beside his wife's bed.

“I’m here, Minna!” he said, taking her hand.

Mama’s heartlight was dimmer than Clara had ever seen it, but her eyes were wide open and her whisper was strong. “Promise me, Jeff. No matter what happens, promise me you will care for Clara.”

Papa cast a quizzical glance at Clara. Clara didn’t understand it any more than he did. She was much younger than her brothers, and Papa stayed busy with senatorial work, but he was still as fond a father as she could ask for.

“Of course I will, darling,” Papa soothed. “You’ve nothing to worry about.”

Mama gripped his shoulders and looked into his face. “No matter what happens,” she insisted. “Promise me you will care for her as your daughter.”

“I would never do anything less.”

“Swear it!”

“I swear it, Minna, on my own right hand.”

Mama fell back against her pillows, satisfied. She was asleep within moments.

Papa shared a look with Clara. “Do you understand it, Clara?” His mustache twitched. “Has she given you reason to think you’re not--”

“No. Never.”

Papa shook his head. “Probably raving. Chambers warned me that might happen, near the end.” Papa scowled back at the doorway. “Probably comes of being around shades. I told Chambers I didn’t want those creatures near her!”

Clara had heard all his lectures about the dangers of shades—how they were soulless, shadow-casting creatures who fed off the heartlights of humans. Shades looked human-shaped to Clara, and Mama urged her to treat them with respect, but she never argued with Papa. Right now, Clara wasn’t sure she wanted to. The doctor kept a few shades as house slaves like most people did; Clara hadn’t thought anything of it when he left one to assist the nurse, but what if they were what kept Mama from getting well? The doctor had said that he couldn’t understand why she was fading—she should easily have been able to easily overcome this cold.

For the rest of the afternoon and into the evening, neither Clara nor Papa left Mama’s side. Mama never opened her eyes. Her breathing became harsher, but none of the nurse’s medicines helped. Sometimes she stopped breathing for almost a minute, but the continued glow of her heartlight assured Clara she yet lived.

Clara cried—she couldn’t help it. Sometimes Papa did, too. They both loved Mama. Without her, what would their little family become?

At last, Mama gasped, gave one last deep breath—then stopped. Her face went still and icy white. Her heartlight went out like a snuffed candle.

At the exact same moment, so did Clara’s. Her yellow heartlight—the comforting ever-present glow that was her—disappeared.

On the wall, black and menacing in the light of the kerosene lamp, stretched her shadow.

It looked exactly like a shade’s.

#the bookshelf progresses #shadowstruck #note: this is a completely different story than the one previously posted with this title #but it's set in the same universe and the title probably fits better here tbh #and it's one of my favorite titles i've come up with so i can't resist reusing it #this is tough because this is a story that i really care about #and i want it to be actually good #but i know i will never get it written if i worry about that #so i'm just going to post this barebones version of a first scene instead #i wanted to go further but it's late and i'm tired #and this is enough to get you a glimpse of the story #which hopefully i'll be able to continue

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greeenchrysanthemums · 7 months

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#GG rivals au #hermitcraft #These are all very corny and one of them is song title but they were all I could come up with haha #Feel free to suggest something else!#As easy as it would be I simply can't name the fic “GG rivals au” unfortunately #its still not complete by the way!! I'm just getting this out of the way ahead of time

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kristannafever · 8 months

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A Snow Angel and a Substitute

Kristanna Modern AU Rated: T+ WC: 7122

~Completely self indulgent oneshot

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“Yo, Mr. B!”

Kristoff turned around right as the snowball exploded against his shoulder. His eyes narrowed at the three teenage boys who were busting a gut laughing.

“Get your asses to class!” he yelled, a smirk pulling at the side of his mouth as he brushed the snow off his jacket.

The boys grinned at him and took off running through the deep snow. Kristoff shook his head and resumed his work with the shovel. It was a crying shame their rural school never got the walks cleared in the morning in time, forcing parents and children to navigate the blinding white landscape. He’d seen his fair share of people slip and fall, not to mention that one time he took a tumble on the way to his truck after school.

More students filed off the buses, stepping around him as he resumed shoveling the snow. It was a long walkway along the front of the school to the bus loop, and he was going to have to hurry back inside to make it in time for the second bell to teach his class.

*****

“There he goes again.”

Anna looked up from where she was sitting at one of the tables in the staff break room. There were four other teachers, all ladies, looking out the window at someone. This was a new school for her and her first time substituting at it; if she knew the other teachers better, she might go see that the commotion was about.

“He’s such an angel for doing that,” one of them said.

“Every time it snows. And he always has a smile on his face,” the first one who spoke answered.

“If I wasn’t married, I would be all over him,” another woman said through a dreamy sigh.

“Ha. Get in line. Almost all of us single ladies have already tried and failed to get a date.”

Anna had no idea what they were talking about but curiosity got the better of her and she got up and approached the window. Outside was a tall man, his blond hair decorated with snowflakes, shoveling the walkways around the school.

The one who spoke first turned slightly, noticing Anna’s presence. “Oh, you’re Miss Arendelle, right? The sub for Mrs. Gleeman’s class?”

“That’s me.” She smiled. “I’m Anna.”

“I’m Tracy. Welcome to the school.” She offered her hand and Anna shook it. “You get a good look at Mr. B out there?”

“Mr. B?” Anna asked.

Tracy gave her a wicked smile. “Mr. Kristoff Bjorgman. He teaches science in the junior high wing. You’ll see once you meet him.”

Anna was certainly intrigued. She imagined she’d have a chance to bump into him since she was taking over the Junior High’s English period in the same wing for the entire month while Mrs. Gleeman recovered from knee surgery.

The rest of the teachers introduced themselves and Anna found them all to be warm and inviting. They included her in their conversation about the goings-on of the school until the first bell rang and all the women broke up to head to their classrooms.

Anna headed to the classroom that the principal had shown her when she’d arrived, and turned the corner to come face to face with a very snow-covered blond man whom she’d been looking at only moments before.

“Oh, hello…” he said, shaking snow off his hair and then brushing it off the shoulders of his coat. “You must be subbing for Mrs. G.”

Anna was immediately enamored with the pink hue of his cheeks from being out in the cold and exerting himself with the shovel. “I am,” she said with a smile. “My name is Anna.”

“Kristoff,” he said, and offered a hand. “Kids call me Mr. B.”

Anna shook it, expecting it to be cold, but instead it was delightfully warm. “Nice to meet you, Kristoff.”

He gave her a tiny smile. “Have a good morning.” Then he walked around her and straight to the classroom beside hers.

Anna paused at the door to her classroom and took a deep breath. It was always nerve-racking teaching in a new school she wasn’t familiar with, and grade seven was by far the most ruthless grade she’d ever taught for. With any luck, she’d get through the day without having a nervous breakdown.

-----

So far, the morning had gone off without too much issue. There were some rowdy boys in the class to be sure, but none of them did anything too rash beyond talking when they weren’t supposed to be. The biggest distraction of the morning happened when the classroom next to theirs erupted with noise.

Her students had been reading quietly to prepare for the book report they were going to do on their chosen book, when there was a whooshing sound, a class full of teenagers oohing and ahhing, and then ruckus laughter. It filtered through the wall with remarkable clarity.

“I can’t wait for science,” whispered one of the boys in the back to his friend.

“Me either,” his friend responded. “Mr. B is the best!”

That brought hushed murmurs of agreement from other students and within seconds they were all talking. Anna looked at the clock, and with only five minutes left in the period, she figured she’d let them be. In the meantime, she took the opportunity to look up this Mr. B on line, only to find that he had no presence there beyond being listed as a teacher on the school’s website.

The bell rang and the kids filed out to head to their next class. Not long after the grade eights filed in, talking and laughing. Anna had read over their curriculum and was prepared. That class went a little quicker since they were discussing their upcoming biography projects and Anna had to answer a lot of questions before the bell rang for lunch.

Anna lingered a moment to gather her notes for the grade nine’s she would be teaching after lunch, then grabbed her bag and headed for the staff room. Walking passed Mr. B’s classroom, she noticed him out of the corner of her eye. Pausing, she turned towards the open door and leaned against the frame.

“Do all the teachers eat lunch in their classrooms?”

His head remained still but his eyes looked up from the book he was reading, a sandwich paused half way to his mouth in his other hand. He blinked at her and finally brough his head up, setting his lunch down. “Um, no. But I do.”

“Oh?” Anna cocked her head to the side. “Is everyone here that insufferable?”

A smirk played out on his lips and he set his book down, looking away from her eyes. “No, nothing like that. I just like peace and quiet.”

Anna nodded slowly. “I get it. Sometimes I need a breather from all the talking and listening to the students.”

Kristoff looked back and smiled at her but didn’t look like he was going to say anything in response, so Anna told him to have a good lunch and headed to the staff room.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Kristoff was out there again the next morning, shoveling the snow that had fallen overnight. The school district crews had been there in the afternoon to clear the accumulation from the day, but everything was once again under a blanket of snow.

Anna walked into the staff room to a nearly identical scene from the morning before, only this time where were five other female teachers lined up at the window. She didn’t bother to join them since it seemed a little juvenile. Not that she didn’t understand; he truly was a very handsome man, but why bother ogling when he wasn’t interested. Anna certainly would have joined him if he’d offered her to eat lunch with him yesterday. Only he hadn’t, so it was fair to assume there was no interest for her either.

She put her lunch in the fridge and headed to her classroom. There were already a few students milling around in it, and she got everything set up for the day. Then the junior high door opened and shut and the sound of someone stomping boots on the mat came down the hallway. Kristoff breezed by her open door a moment later on his way to his classroom without sparing her so much as a glance.

“Yo, Mr. B!” came through the wall a moment later, and the sound of kids bombarding him with comments and questions was drowned out by the second bell.

The day progressed much like the day before, only with the other grade seven and eight classes. Then the lunch bell rang and Anna headed to the staff room, glancing briefly in Kristoff’s classroom to find it empty. As soon as she entered the staff area, she could see why. He was digging around in the fridge, bent at the waist, with every single pair of female eyes staring at his wonderfully shaped back side.

Anna fought with a smile and the urge to break out with laughter. These women were worse than love struck teenagers.

Kristoff pulled out a brown paper bag and shut the fridge as he turned in her direction. He almost slammed right into her, and had to stumble back a step. “Oh, sorry. Didn’t mean to almost run you over.”

“No worries.” Anna smiled at him.

The side of his mouth curved up in response but he walked around her and said, “Have a good lunch.”

“You too,” Anna said to his back as he left the room.

Silence stretched on for a moment when Tracy piped up. “He is so fine.”

A male teacher sitting at a table guffawed at her comment. “Put it back in your pants, you cougar. He ain’t interested.”

“I know that,” she snapped at him. “Doesn’t mean I can’t appreciate that fine form. Not to mention that perfect ass.”

Some of the ladies in the room giggled while the male teacher rolled his eyes with comedic drama that told her the ribbing was all in good fun. Anna turned away from the group and grabbed her lunch and found a spot to eat while conversations turned away from the attractiveness of co-workers.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Kristoff never had to shovel the next morning, which disappointed him just a little. He liked doing it, getting out in the cold fresh air and making life a little better for the parents and students. One of the gym teachers used to do it, but the guy only shoveled the entryway to the front doors, so when Kristoff got to the shovel before him one morning, he never made a move to grab it again. It was for the better. This way the entre walkway was free and clear of deep snow, and Kristoff always got the de-icer to sprinkle if there was ice left on the walks.

One of the good things about not having to shovel at least was not seeing a bunch of faces staring at him from the window of the staff room. Some of those ladies were relentless.

At least it was hump-day and Kristoff was excited to dazzle the kids with another experiment. He put his lunch in the fridge, ignoring the stares, and went to his classroom to organize his day. As the kids filtered in, he was greeted warmly.

He tried not to listen to much of what they were saying, especially when he heard a swear word or two fall out of their mouths, but one of the boys talking caught his attention when he mentioned ‘Miss A’.

“… is so awesome. She’s so chill. I like her.”

“Dude, she’s hot!”

“Jackson!” Kristoff warned, not bringing his eyes up from the quiz he was grading. “Inappropriate.”

“Sorry, Mr. B,” Jackson responded sheepishly.

Kristoff went back to his work. He understood these kids had hormones fucking up their brains at this age. Hell, he’d received googly eyes from plenty of the girls over his years teaching. It was natural for them to feel those feelings. And of course, not one of them ever acted on them. Which sadly, couldn’t be said for all teachers.

He’d worked with a guy before who’d crossed the line with one of his students. Kristoff laid him out with one punch when he found out, and got him fired on the spot. The girl was consenting and technically eighteen, but it was still so fucking wrong.

He saw a flash of colour scurry past his open door and met Anna’s eyes for one brief second as she hurried down the hall. Kristoff stared at nothing for a moment, regretting not thinking of something better to say to her when she’d stopped by his classroom that first day. Truth is, she was hot. And he was instantly captivated by her eyes and her easygoing smile.

The noise level in the room was getting out of hand so Kristoff had to rein in the students and begin class. The morning flew by, and before he knew it, the lunch bell was ringing and he was swiftly left alone in his classroom. He hurried to grab his lunch and managed to get out before too many people came in, and was once again alone in the solitude of his classroom a moment later.

Mid way through unpacking his sandwiches, a familiar voice came from his open door.

“How do you do it?” she asked.

Kristoff looked at her, those clear blue, intelligent, eyes, and felt a jolt of longing. He hadn’t really ever felt an attraction like this before, and it went well beyond her looks.

“How do I do what?”

“Get them to love you so much,” she said with mock exasperation as she took a couple steps into the room and threw her hands up dramatically. “Those kids adore you.”

He felt his cheeks warm instantly, and shrugged to her. “I just like teaching science.”

She shook her head and crossed her arms over her chest. “Nuh uh. It’s more than that. You have a natural talent for reaching these young people. They look up to you, and they listen to you, and most importantly, they learn from you.”

The heat in his face deepened and he had no idea what to say.

She sighed. “We all had those teachers growing up. You remember, right? The one, or if you’re lucky, two, that really make a difference. The one’s that leave an impression. You are one of those. How do you do it?”

Kristoff was at a complete loss for words. No one had ever said anything so flattering to him before. He was further taken with her.

“Well, I’ll leave you to it then.” She uncrossed her arms and turned back towards the door.

He had a moment of panic, wanting this conversation to keep going only his mind was still drawing a blank. She was almost out of sight when words finally came to him and came out with halting awkwardness. “I don’t really know how… I just love science.”

She turned back and looked at him with curiosity. “You really don’t have like, a secret, or something?”

He shook his head. “No. Not at all. In fact, I’m actually a really quiet person. I just… like talking about science.”

Anna stared at him, making him a little uncomfortable. “So you’re basically a unicorn,” she said finally.

The absurdity of the statement made him laugh. “What?”

She waved her hand in front of her face. “Never mind. Just means you’re a rare individual.” Then she turned and disappeared out the door before he could utter another word.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

He was tired as hell, and shoveling the dump of snow that had fallen overnight was hard work. By the time he stomped his snow-covered boots on the mat and changed into his school sneakers, he was ready to call it a day and go home. Only the day was only just starting.

The reason he couldn’t sleep, appeared rushing to her classroom as he approached his door, and she threw him one of those breathtaking smiles as she passed him.

All morning, he struggled to concentrate, leaving his kids quietly passing silent glances at one another. He finally had more than he could take and told them to just take out their textbooks and read over the material in their unit to study for the upcoming test next week. While they silently worked, he stared at his computer and tried to make himself work.

He almost dozed off and the bell ran, startling him, which was embarrassingly noticed by almost all of his students. They filtered out of the class throwing him questioning glances and his next class sauntered in. He managed to hold it together a bit better, then he looked at the clock, realized how much time was left, and told them to do the same as he did with his other class.

Miss A… Anna… was thoroughly under his skin.

By the time the lunch bell rang, it felt like eight hours had passed instead of four. He went to the corner of his desk where he’d thrown his lunch bag when he came in. He was too tired to put it in the fridge and he pulled the items out without really thinking about it and started to eat his first sandwich.

Then she was at his door again.

“It’s noticeably quiet over here today.”

“Pardon?” he asked, his tired mind trying to understand.

“Your classes are kind of loud,” she said, walking into the room and right up to his desk.

He swallowed the sudden thickness in his throat and maintained eye contact with her. “I’m sorry. I don’t mean to be a disruption.”

She gave him a brilliant smile. “That’s not what I’m saying.” Anna grabbed a nearby student chair and pulled it towards his desk, sitting across from him. “I just mean the kids seem a little less upbeat today. And… so do you.”

Did that mean she had been watching him while he was shoveling? Did she notice that his enthusiasm was not what it was at the beginning of the week?

“Just tired…” was all he could think of to say.

She stared back at him with eyes that were more knowing than anyone else he’d ever met. “I get it. We all have those days. That’s why the kids seem quiet. They feed off your energy, and when you don’t have it, they worry.”

He frowned. “You think they worry about me?”

“Of course they do! That’s all I heard murmured when my next class came in. They come straight from you to me.”

“They noticed,” he said more to himself than Anna as his gaze fell to his desk. He was a little taken aback, as this had never really happened to him before. Upon reflection, he supposed he was pretty constant with his attitude. No wonder the kids were thrown off.

She nodded. “Don’t worry, no one is saying anything bad. Just that you look tired.”

He looked back into her eyes. “Yeah, I am tired.”

“Why?”

Shit, if his tiredness was throwing his kids off, her question as to why certainty threw him off. “Just a restless night,” he said carefully.

“That’s too bad.” She frowned. “Everything okay? You need to talk about something?”

The fact that the reason he couldn’t sleep was asking him why, was amusing his tired brain. “No, it’s all good. Just couldn’t stop thinking.”

“Ah, I have those nights once in a while.” She leaned back in the chair. “Definitely no fun.”

He shook his head slowly, watching her eyes as they flicked to the clock and then back to his desk, before finally coming up and meeting his gaze. It was all over her face; she was going to get up and leave him to his solitude and join the masses in the break room. All he had to do was say the words. She stood and it came out of his mouth.

“If you want, you can bring your lunch here and we could talk.”

A slow smile spread across her face. “Sure. I’ll be right back.”

Kristoff watched her leave the room and caught her eyes as she looked back at him. That was a good sign.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Anna had a restless night, and now she had a better understanding of why Kristoff had looked tired the day before.

The talk they had over their short lunch, had opened up something between them. It was there, and real, and she could feel it. Kristoff could too, she could tell. His eyes bored into hers as they talked, taking her in in the way she was taking him in with hers. And then the bell rang way too soon.

Anna went back to her room feeling fluttery and light. She even lingered a moment after class, and waited until she saw him walk past her room, looking in and smiling. She’d called out that she’d walk to the parking lot with him, and he waited while she put on her coat and grabbed her purse. The talk was brief, but she was suddenly desperate to find out everything about him.

And then he was on her mind all night long.

The next morning, it hadn’t snowed and the forecast was for clear skies, so Anna went into her classroom early, not surprised one little bit that Kristoff was in his. She stopped by his door and noticed there was only one kid there so far, reading quietly at his desk. She was hoping for an empty classroom but this was going to have to do and the student in question was a quiet one. Not that this wasn’t going to start a rumor.

She approached the desk where he was going through some papers. “Morning, Kristoff. How are you?”

He looked up quickly and have her an even quicker smile. “Morning! I’m Good, how about you, Anna?”

“I’m good. A little tired, but you know… pretty good.” She suddenly felt a little flustered in his warm brown gaze.

“Hmm. Didn’t sleep well?”

“Not really.”

“Seems to be going around.”

Anna did not miss what he meant by that and by the way he was looking at her. “How about you? You catch up on your rest?”

His smile widened and he chuckled low. “Went to bed at eight, so yeah. Got nine hours in.”

“That’s great! I imagine your class will be lively again today.”

“With the experiment I have planned to show the kids, we’ll definitely be disturbing you.”

Anna grinned at him. “Wonderful. I love hearing the kids have fun.”

“If it gets too loud though, please let me know. Mrs. G complained to me all the time.”

“I promise it won’t,” she said, noticing a few kids filtering into the class behind her. If she was going to go for it, she better get it out now. “Have a fun morning, and if you want, you can join me in my classroom today for lunch?”

One eyebrow twitched up ever so slightly. “Sure. I’d love to.”

-----

Despite Anna’s attempt to keep things low key, she was already hearing kids talk rumors. And it had only taken a matter of hours for the gossip to spread. The kids were apparently tickled pink with the idea of Miss A and Mr. B getting together and going on a date. Now all Anna had to do was get Kristoff to ask her out on one.

Kristoff showed up for lunch before all the kids had left the room, which she knew would further stoke the flames of the chatter. Not that she really cared.

He asked her all about how she got into teaching and she had a great time talking to him, then the bell rang and they finished teaching out their day and walking to the parking lot together again. He bid her a good night but did not ask her out. It had disappointed her, but Kristoff seemed kind of laid-back to her, like he just rolled with it, so maybe he just had no presence of mind to rush things. Unlike Anna, who had already pictured kissing him, among other things, about a dozen times.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Kristoff parked in the staff lot and lingered in his truck a moment. There was no snow to shovel, so no real reason to hurry into the school so early. That, and Anna’s car wasn’t there yet.

He was going to ask her out on a date, of that he was certain. What he wasn’t so certain about was whether or not it was a good idea. He’d already heard the kids whisper about them, and it bothered him. He was very careful to maintain professionalism in the workplace, and while there were absolutely no rules about dating a staff member, the fact that the kids were so into it was weird to him.

He decided to let it go when he saw Anna’s car pull of the main road and made a show of slowly grabbing his bag and getting out of the truck so it wasn’t obvious that he had waited for her. She parked beside him with a bright smile while he shut his door and lingered. Her head popped up over the roof of the car a moment later.

“Morning, Kristoff. Walk in with me?”

He smiled. “Sure.”

“Just a sec…” She disappeared back into her car to gather her things.

“No problem.” It took her a moment, making him smile a little more. Finally, she gathered her bag and her purse and shut her door.

“TGIF, am I right?” She laughed, falling in step beside him.

“Definitely. Any plans for the weekend?”

“Eh, not really. Call my sister on Sunday, but that’s about it. Maybe some Christmas shopping. I like to get that done early.”

So did Kristoff. In fact, he was already done.

“How about you?” she asked, as they rounded the bus loop and headed towards the front doors.

“Oh, not too much. Go to my folks for dinner on Sunday.” He took a quick breath and went for it. “Maybe take you out for dinner tomorrow night?”

Anna stopped in her tracks only feet from the front door and Kristoff resisted the urge to look at the staff window to see who was spying on them. That was the whole reason he wanted to ask her when they were alone. The gossip among the staff was sometimes worse than the children.

She smiled at him in a way he hadn’t yet seen, and it made his stomach do little flips. “Sure, Kristoff. I would love that.”

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

On Monday morning, Anna was accosted by Tracy in the staff room.

The woman had her hands on her hips. “So you and Mr. B went on a date this weekend?”

Anna bristled at the stern look from the older woman. “How in the hell did you hear about that?” She’d been careful not to let the kids know about their date plans, and no one had been around when he’d asked her.

“Janice, the kindergarten teacher, was at the restaurant that night and saw the two of you canoodling over dinner.”

“So? Two consenting adults going on a date isn’t a crime.”

“It is when the man is that fine,” Tracy said, arching and eyebrow and giving Anna and evil smile. “Good for you, girl.”

Anna smiled and giggled nervously with no idea of how to respond to that.

“I’m just joking with you, Anna. Relax.” Tracy left the staff room laughing to herself and Anna’s cheeks were on fire.

She quickly grabbed another coffee and rushed to her classroom, stopping briefly by Kristoff’s open door to smile at him. Their date, had been magical. Kristoff was wonderful, kind, honest, intelligent, and sexy as all get out. He was the man she’d been looking for her entire life. The sparks flew, and yeah, she supposed they were canoodling over dinner.

Then Kristoff dropped her off at her place, declined the invite inside, then kissed her in the most wonderful, yet chaste way, leaving her weak in the knees. She was already head over heels about him and could not wait to go on their next date. If all went well, they’d be spending more of the weekend together than just their Friday night.

*****

Kristoff went on with explaining the science projects that the kids were going to create and test, but his mind was completely occupied with thoughts of Anna and how he already knew that he was going to fall deeply in love with her.

She ignited things in his soul that he didn’t even know were there. Time with her was some of the best of his entire life. And the best part was, he could feel the same kind of energy coming from Anna. She had wanted him to come into her place when he dropped her off, she made that very clear. But Kristoff was raised with respect and somehow, he managed to decline despite what his body was telling him. They were going out again this Friday and he knew she was going to ask again for him to come in after their date, and while he planned to say no, wanting to hold out for the third, he had to wonder if he’d have enough strength to deny her again.

SIX MONTHS LATER

It turned out that Kristoff did not possess the strength to be able to deny her again, and after their second date, him and Anna made love for the first time. They were inseparable after that.

Anna had been set to leave the school when Mrs. Gleeman returned, only to be informed that the healing was taking its toll on the much older woman, and she’d need another three to four weeks of recovery. Kristoff was sad that Mrs. G (even as grouchy as she always was to him) was having a hard time, but happy that meant Anna would be at the school a little longer. And with the thought of her eventually leaving the school looming in his mind, he asked her to move in with him only five weeks after their first date.

His home had never felt like home until Anna had moved in. She made his life so much better, and they did absolutely everything together. Except, at school it was business, and they kept the fact that they were so involved, from everyone there. Even Tracy had stopped pestering Anna after not getting the information she wanted. The kids still talked, because Kristoff and Anna still took turns eating lunch in each other’s classrooms, but with no ammo besides a healthy friendship, the murmurs soon ceased.

More time went on and Anna had been getting genuinely depressed when it was looking like she’d have to move onto another school to substitute at, when low and behold, Mrs. G showed up one morning to meet with the principal and Anna.

Mrs. Gleeman’s daughter, lifelong friends with one of the mothers who Anna taught, had commented about her improvement in her child’s grades and the fact that she was genuinely having a better time at school. Apparently, Anna’s sharp ears, zero tolerance for bullying and taunting, and constant encouragement to be kind and to help one another, had put an end to her friend’s daughter getting picked on. Now she even had a couple of good friends and raved about what a great teacher Miss A was. And apparently, they were not the first parent to comment on the positive changes in their children.

By the end of that meeting, with Mrs. Gleeman’s plans to retire early and her encouragement, Anna had a permanent job teaching junior high English. She had thanked the older woman and the principal profusely, and went back to her classroom weeping with happiness. Her students, shocked to see her in such a state, inquired to her emotion. Kristoff had never heard such a ruckus roar of approval coming from her classroom as she told them she wasn’t going anywhere. By the end of that day, it was all the kids who entered his class could talk about.

Then, the inevitable happened. Him and Anna were out bowling on a date in town, when one of their students happened to be there at the same time. Neither he or Anna had noticed the kid until after a bunch of PDA, and by then it was much too late. They decided to pretend the student wasn’t there and went about their date. And as they expected, the following Monday, tongues were wagging among the kids, and they had not stopped for over a week. Therefore, by that second Friday since that date, Kristoff had an idea to put that to rest once and for all.

He had to put his plan together quickly, informing the principal and other junior high teachers for approval before getting the most important part of his plan. He was a little nervous, having only been with Anna for six months, but knowing beyond a shadow of a doubt that they were meant for each other.

The morning finally came, and all the junior high students were called into the gym to address the rumors that had been flying around for the past couple weeks. Kristoff watched them all file in, shaking with nerves. He couldn’t believe he was about to do this, but having Anna stand by his side, filled him with confidence.

“How could they not have given us a heads up that we had to address this?” she asked him, leaning over to speak low as the remaining kids and teachers came into the gym. She’d been informed by the principal at the same time as her class that they were all about to meet to talk about two teachers rumored to be in a relationship.

“Uh, actually, this was my idea.”

Anna’s head snapped in his direction and she looked at him with wide questioning eyes. “And you didn’t tell me?”

Kristoff pursed his lips but didn’t answer her. The door to the gym swung shut with the last teacher ushering the kids in and he decided to just go for it.

“Hey, hey!” He held up his hands. “Quiet down.” The kids were too excited and the volume didn’t drop one bit. “Quiet down, please!” he said, louder, repeating himself a few times, and finally the murmurs died down.

He spared a glance at Anna standing beside him, her cheeks alight with embarrassment and looking over all the kids to the back of the room. He felt a pang of regret, like this was suddenly a really bad idea, then he looked back at the kids and found renewed strength.

“I’ve had several students mention something to me,” he started. “Raise your hand if you’ve heard a rumor about Miss A and I.”

Every single student raised their hands and started to giggle and talk. The noise level took off again and Kristoff had to speak over the din. “Hands down. Okay! Hands down, quiet please.”

The students all quieted and Kristoff resumed his speech. “There is a rumor going around that Miss A and I are dating. So I think it’s about time that we address that rumor, and confirm that the answer is… yes, Miss A and I are dating.”

The kids freaked out. They all shouted with genuine glee and Kristoff looked over to see Anna smiling despite the fact that her face was now crimson. She looked back at him still shocked and wondering what in the hell he was doing given the fact that he had not mentioned this to her beforehand, but also looking a bit more relaxed about the whole ordeal.

It took him a moment to settle the kids back down, all the while his heart hammered away in his chest. Once the students were finally settled again, he went for it.

“The truth is, we are a little more than dating…” The murmurs began so Kristoff talked over them to get it out and not prolong this any more than it already had been. “Because I am completely in love with her.”

The kids gasped and started to cheer again and Anna had started to get emotional at the clear delight and support from their students. She wiped at her glistening eyes as she looked back at Kristoff, and he raised his hand, waiting a moment to get enough of the chatter down to finish this.

“Quiet, please,” he said loudly, his hand slipping into his pocket. “Quiet down!” The noise died and Kristoff took one last nervous swallow, slowly turning to Anna and sinking to his knee. “I was wondering if Miss A, would like to become Mrs. B?”

Anna’s hands flew to her mouth as the gym erupted with excited screaming. All Kristoff could do was look at her in question as his words would be drown out by the excited teenagers. She nodded an enthusiastic yes before offering him her hand to slip the ring onto. As soon as it was in place he was up on his feet, pulling her into a protective hug while the students carried on their joy for their teachers. He knew she was going to be shocked, made evident to him in the way she was shaking in his arms, but he knew she would appreciate his plan.

And she did. Later that night, after a celebratory dinner, she confided in him how wonderful his gesture was to include their kids, and how special she felt.

Then they made love and fell asleep in each other’s arms.

THE NEXT WINTER

“Yo, Mrs. B!”

Anna turned around and ducked anticipating what was about to happen. The snowball sailed over her head and she gave the now eighth graders a stern look, even though she couldn’t help but smile. “Get your butts to class, gentlemen!”

The boys laughed and took off to their door with Kristoff chuckling beside her. “Seem’s like I’m just chopped liver to them now,” he said. “Those snowballs used to have my title on them.”

Anna laughed. “Don’t worry. It’s the first snowfall of the season. I am sure the next one will have Mr. all over it.”

Kristoff hummed his amusement and him and Anna continued to shovel the walks. They decided to do it together since it would get done faster, and Kristoff mentioned to her that he was genuinely relived not to see a bunch of faces watching him from the staff room window anymore.

The whole junior high body was invited to their wedding ceremony. Not to it proper, of course that would have been crazy, but to watch the live stream if they were so inclined. After the first couple days of their honeymoon, Anna had checked and was surprised to see how many people had actually watched it. There were tons of wonderful and supportive comments.

Those first two weeks of newlywedded bliss exploring the fjords of Norway, had been the best of Anna’s entire life aside from the day she married her best friend. Kristoff was the most wonderful person she had ever met in her life, and she was thankful to be able to call him her husband.

They finished shoveling and returned to their classrooms to begin preparing for the day, when the principal made an announcement that he would like all the junior high students to assemble in the gym. Anna ushered her kids out of the classroom and received a concerned and questioning look from Kristoff when she met him in the hallway.

She shrugged her shoulders and kept back the smile that was fighting to form her lips. Anna had truly adored the way that Kristoff had proposed, but still vowed to herself to get him back.

The teachers gathered in the corner while the kids huddled together, sitting on the floor and waiting for whatever they were about to be told. The principal came in, greeted everyone, and got the ball rolling.

“Quiet down, please,” he said, gesturing with his hands for the kids to settle. “I’ve called you all in her to receive an announcement from one of our teachers. Mrs. Bjorgman, you have the floor.”

Kristoff’s head whipped in her direction and he stared at her with shock, so Anna decided to get it out while she still had the nerves.

“Well, I have to say that I am going to be taking a leave of absence.”

The students started to murmur with concern and Kristoff went so far as to reach out and grab her hand.

“Anna?” he asked quietly, his tone full of worry.

Anna looked back at him, gave hum a gentle smile, and returned to the kids. “I will be taking leave of my position at the end of April.”

Hands shot up with questions and Anna felt Kristoff squeeze her hand firmly but did not look over at him yet. She picked Brie, since she was sitting in the front row. “Yes, Brie?”

The grade sevener frowned. ““Are you coming back?”

“Yes, of course.”

The students started to murmur louder and Anna picked another kid with their hand up. “Yes, Brandon?”

“How long will you be gone?”

The students quieted down immediately to hear the answer. “A year.”

More hands shot up and Anna felt Kristoff squeeze her hand again. She picked another student. “Yes, Samantha?”

“Why are you leaving?”

Anna finally looked at Kristoff, and his expression was in awe. She knew he was too smart not to figure out what she was going to say next, and she smiled at him, eyes welling up with happy tears.

She turned back to the kids. “Mr. B and I are going to have a baby.”

Much like Kristoff’s proposal, the kids cheered for them, and Anna let the tears come as Kristoff pulled her into a protective hug.

“Anna, I am so happy,” Kristoff said, his voice wavering with emotion. “I can’t believe you’ve kept this a secret for four months.”

Anna laughed, not at all surprised Kristoff had done the math. She pulled back to look at his glassy eyes and happy smile. “Well, I had to get you back for that surprise proposal. So… surprise!”

He chuckled, and pulled her into another hug, the volume of the kids rising as they began talking excitedly. “This is the absolute best surprise,” he said in her ear. “Thank you, Anna.”

Anna hugged him back tighter. Her heart was happy and full, and she could not wait to meet their first baby in the spring.

#A Snow Angel and a Substitute #Cee wrote this mess #Kristoff #Anna #Kristanna #Kristanna modern au #oneshot #meet cute #end half is inspired by a repost of a cute teacher proposal on TikTok - Kudos to that op #also yeah the title is kinda stupid but I wrote this really quick wanted to share and honestly can't come up with anything else LOL

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