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babysizedfics · 4 years ago

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hihi im back with another ask i send a lot of these now huh. anyway!! what would they all dress up as for halloween/how do they celebrate halloween when vee and ro are little compared to when they are big? do nana janus and chaotic cousin remus also join in? im super excited 'cause its halloween now and also i remembered my second ask from last night so m gonna send that now! 🐝

bee anon i know its been literal weeks since you sent this but i have been thinking about it loads and rlly hope that its worth the wait!!

i think this might be my longest headcanon post yet!

Halloween headcanon for the family

the timeline of labd took place in summer of this year so this halloween is their first one as a little family! patton was eager to suggest to the others that they make it a family halloween party where both boys are little and they can have some more childish fun!

virgil is nervous about it, he really loves halloween but he is easily frightened by horror and jumpscares and its a lot worse when hes regressed. and even though he trusts his family a ton hes worried they'll accidentally put on a scary movie or have spooky decorations that will scare baby him, so he's worried he will ruin the party by being a crybaby

however patton and roman are both so so so excited about having a child friendly halloween party and logan has been researching family halloween activities that are toddler friendly and vee is also a bit excited despite his anxiety so they all agree to it !!

costumes:

originally they all wanted to have a family group costume theme!! but roman and vee's interests are so different when they're little

whatever roman suggested was either too scary or it was from a show that was too old for baby vee

and any of pattons suggestions that baby vee liked roman complained of them being too babyish or simple

so instead they decide each little will go as a matching costume with one of the CGs! so everyone gets to match with someone and the littles arent upset

Logan and Vee go as rilakkuma (big brown bear) and korilakkuma (littol white bear) respectively

their costumes are basically just onesies they got from online, just standard onesie but with bear tail and bear ears on the hood and the tummy patch!

As a surprise though roman sews vee a pair of matching mittens for his costume! theyre fluffy on the inside and theyre white and have pink toe beans sewed on!! so they're like paws! and roman made them detachable so vee can have them attached to the onesie but can also wear the mittens without it

SIDE NOTE: this concept post is about how vee loves the mittens so much he starts wearing them a lot of the time when he's lil!

Roman and Patton go as Kuzco and Pacha

roman makes both of their costumes from scratch!! even fake jewellery for kuzco!! he's REALLY proud of himself and so is everyone else!!

quick link to the posts for what their pumpkins look like and the shenanigans that ensued when they carved them!

During the set-up:

during the day patton and roman bake sugar cookies! and roman does a great job decorating them like pumpkins and black cats! theyre really cute baby friendly designs

meanwhile logan and baby vee decorate the house! logan sticks up paper pumpkin faces and bats while vee sits on the floor in a little play area rattling his giraffe rattle and logan is like talking to him "where should i put this pumpkin sweetheart?" and vee just babbles cluelessly and sucks the ear of the giraffe and logan is like "what a marvellous idea" and hangs the pumpkin exactly where he planned

also they make tissue ghosts!

basically vee's job is to scrunch up a tissue into a ball! so logan gives him a tissue and shows him how to scrunch it and vee does a littol scrunch and giggles and logan takes it (scrunches it a bit more into a ball) and covers it in another tissue and rubber band! then he asks the baby if this ghost should be happy or sad (vee ALWAYS says happy) and logan draws happy little face on it!

when they have enough logan hangs them from the ceiling fan!! and he turns the fan on slow and the ghosts float around slowly and he goes 'vee look at that!'

and baby vee on the carpet is staring at them and then he whines and holds his arms up to mama - he wants to be picked up

lo was concerned that baby found the ghosts scary but!! vee giggles and reaches up to the ghosts and he bats them! like a little kitten! he loves it because its like a baby mobile!!

During the actual party:

lots of fun! logan cut out pumpkin shapes out of orange craft paper earlier and the boys get to draw faces on them!! and then they get blu tacked up on the walls!

and they nibble their cookies of course! very nummy well done roman and patton

but while ro is busy drawing and while vee is busy suckling his cookie and cuddling papa lo sneaks off to set up the main event...

trick or treat scavenger hunt:

there are bags of candy and little party favours (like little badges and bubbles and stuff) hidden around the house!

patton suddenly pulls out a piece of paper from his pocket and gasps! then he announces that the boys got an invitation to go trick or treating around the house by some special guests! at this vee gets a bit nervous and buries his face in papa's shoulder but patton rocks him and roman is really excited!!

so patton hands the invitation to roman and its a riddle! roman has to figure out which room the riddle wants them to go to! roman is a very clever little boy, just ask his mom and dad, so he figures it out and leads them to the dining room! roman runs ahead and paatton carries baby vee on his hip

and in the dining room is logan - but he's not really supposed to be logan - he is still wearing his bear onesie but also now is wearing a big black blanket around his shoulders (its meant to be a cape) and has those really cheap uncomfortable plastic vampire fangs

'welcah to i cashel' he lisps

roman giggles because its very silly and he LOVES silly, especially mom being silly

but baby vee grips his papa tighter. he doesnt know why mama is talking weird or why his mouth looks different and pointy but it scares him and he starts whimpering

papa bounces him a little and whispers that its just mama being silly

logan hates to see ve scared of him so he tries to rectify it 'ish ohay bee ish okay wook ish mama!'

vee looks over because papa and his brother are giggling so it cant be that scary right?

but as logan tries to talk again the teeth fall straight out his mouth with a trail of drool and roman bursts out laughing and so does patton and so baby starts giggling too!! because its just mama!

anyway the game is to convince the vampire to let you have his candy. the vampire says he will only give them the treats if they can name all of the characters in peppa pig

and they do it!! vee immediately bounces and squeaks 'pepepepepa!' and then roman names mummy pig and daddy pig and george and then they get treats AND another riddle!

logan sprints out of the room to shove the next costume on and get to the next room

then roman takes them to the laundry room where the wolf man (logan with dog ears made of socks) will only give them bubbles and the next riddle if they both pet his head VERY softly!

and then they find a mummy in the kitchen and have to unwrap him! roman tears off the toilet paper from logans body and hands it to vee and vee scrunches it up like he did earlier and holds a little bit to his chest and decides its his now - the mummy gives them more candy and another riddle!

the hunt goes on until they find mama in the living room lying on the couch - and he's asleep! (he's not really)

theres a note on his chest that says that mama is under a spell!! and he can only be waken up by a kisses from all his family!! roman giggles and goes first and kisses logans cheek really loudly and sloppy and logan winces in his "sleep" at the wetnes on his cheek and roman thinks its funny

vee is really nervous that mama is under a spell :( so papa says he will show vee how to wake mama up. and patton leans down to kiss logan - logan's eyes open when he's just above him and leans up to meet him in a quick soft kiss on the lips

then its baby vee's turn and he wriggles in papa's arms so patton puts him down onto logan's lap on the couch and vee does his signature baby kiss - he leans forward, gently presses his forehead against his mamas and whispers 'mwah' behind his paci!

and then logan wakes up and says 'oh you saved me!!' and wraps a smiley baby vee in a very tight cuddle!

and when logan gets up he says he is SO grateful to his boys for saving him that he's gonna give them presents!!

For being so creative and clever by solving all the riddles and finding ways to trick the monsters into giving them treats, roman gets a rainbow etch a sketch!

and for being such a brave baby and for being so gentle with the monsters and with mama, little vee gets a squishmallow bat who will always protect him and give him cuddles!

the rest of the night is pretty much jsut roman being really excited and proud of how well he did in leadinf his family to victory and he draws all of the events that happened on his new etch a sketch!

and baby vee is just so relieved that mama is back that he doesnt leave mama's lap and snuggles with his new squishy friend al evening! he falls aslee pretty quickly because it was a busy day for just a little baby!!

the end :3

#long post #little/big concepts #asks #🐝 anon #agere virgil #little virgil #agedre roman #little roman #cg patton #cg logan #sanders sides agere #ts agere

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normal-thoughts-official · 5 years ago

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That thing about assumptions on whose more openly affectionate of malec being opposite is so true lol! Like you expect Magnus to be the teasing in public/PDA type but Alecs the one who grabs his ass and kisses him on the cheek and wraps an arm around his waist or shoulders, the one who initiates hand holding and kisses in public, the one who whispers dirty things in his ear?? And magnus adores every minute he just doesnt trust himself to initiate in case it's Too Much or hes being "clingy" :'[

ABSOLUTELY and i think it’s mostly because people don’t realize that magnus and alec’s outer appearance, demeanor-wise, is not only fake, but effectively a defense/coping mechanism

i mean i’ve already talked a lot about magnus many times and it’s been basically canonically established that magnus’ devil-may-care, playboy, detached attitude is the result of him trying to close himself off after too many experiences with abuse

and closing yourself off doesn’t just mean not allowing himself to feel, it also means not letting anyone get too close to you. but magnus can’t really do the “completely isolating yourself in a tower” thing, like Raphael does, because he craves contact and touch and attention and being alone with his thoughts is one of the worst things he can do to himself.

also, he’s too much of a softie, he’s still there, trying to represent warlocks politically, taking people under his wing. there’s just too much he needs to do, wants to do, so isolating himself physically won’t work. ergo, he needs a facade. a ruse. something between his feelings and others, something to keep him safely isolated and away from people who will- could hurt him and this way he also helps them too, because who needs to have such a broken, despicable, whiny murderer of a friend who brings nothing but emotional baggage to the table?

so he builds this uncaring, detached, but fun persona; someone whose company you can enjoy a lot, who will take you on adventures, who can do a lot of stuff for you, but who’s not deserving FITTING for a deeper relationship, even if just friendship-wise. he’s shallow, he only cares about the Exorbitant Amounts Of Money™ that he’ll get from his “favors” (which is hysterical because I don’t think I’ve seen him being paid a single fucking time in the entire show, not even when fucking lilith showed up at his house claiming to be some warlock he’s never met and asked for a potion, he literally gave it to her for free because she mentioned ragnor. he’s too kind for his own good, honestly. and god the amount of unpaid work he did for these goddamn shadowhunters. unbelievable. he deserved so much better. but anyway, i digress), he’s impulsive and stubborn and listens to no one, he’s all about partying and fashion and sex. so how could he possibly be like in a relationship, if not the teasing one who’s all over the other, showing them off to people, grabbing their ass, gushing over them or whatever. the most surprising part, honestly, would be to see magnus getting in a relationship at all, considering what an unfixable lothario he is and his general disdain for complicated matters - at least in most people’s eyes

as for Alec, well, for many, he’s probably the picture of the Perfect Shadowhunter. clear mind, cool head, cold heart. a soldier so perfect he’s almost a machine, and has never learnt empathy, much less love

it’s obvious that none of this is true, once you take a look. he’s clearly suffering and in a constant battle with himself, not only who he is and who he’s attracted to, but also what he actually believes in - and look, i’m not saying he’s perfect or some kind of woke white savior or anything, cuz he did and said some shitty stuff both in s1 and after it. but he’s also the one who told magnus “take what you need” when magnus needed his strength, and the one who refused to let magnus use his magic to clean the loft when he could do it himself and allow him to rest. and that says a lot. when everyone else, including clary, who supposedly wasn’t even raised in racist shadowhunter culture, treated magnus like a tool, the means to an end, alec remembered magnus’ humanity

so, upon closer inspection, most people would think that he’s just Repressed™. sure, there’s a lot going on in there, that man is conflicted af, and it’s actually a pity. were he raised in another culture, one that wasn’t so set on stripping you of your humanity, he could’ve been a great man. he could have been happy, too. goes to show you how cruel shadowhunters are, even to their own kind.

so for those people, alec is almost a pity case. he’s stuck in his oppression, helpless, confined. shadowhunter values have been drilled into him so deep that he can’t face his feelings anymore. he lies to himself and smothers any semblance of a “rebellious” thought before it even comes to mind. he’s all but brainwashed, basically

but that’s not exactly true, either

and look, don’t get me wrong, because of course i know that alec struggled like crazy to come to terms with his identity and his attraction. but alec is not brainwashed. if anything, he’s shockingly self-aware

when he’s in shock after he finds out about his parents and the arranged marriage, he says, “i’ve done everything that they’ve asked, i’ve dedicated all of me to the clave”. he knows exactly what he was sacrificing for them, he knows that there’s a line between what he believes in and what he does because it’s what’s he supposed to, and he knows where it is, too. when he goes on his first date with magnus, he says “i always knew i couldn’t get what i wanted, until you came along”. knew, not thought. it’s not that alec never considered it, always thought it was out of his realm of possibility, couldn’t face the idea; it’s that he thought it over, came to the conclusion that it couldn’t happen, and resigned himself to it. in alec’s eyes, he was making a choice

now, don’t misquote me, because obviously it’s not really a choice when you’re between losing everything you’ve ever had, including your family, or being who you are. i’m not saying that alec chose to be in the closet, i’m saying that he saw it that way. that he was perfectly aware of who he was, and what he wanted, and what he thought, but he knew he couldn’t act on it. there’s a fundamental difference between the way alec acts, and lying or hiding from yourself

so alec is not repressed in the freudian sense of the word, where his desires are all subconscious and whatnot, but in the sense that he won’t act on them

i think alec was never quite good at lying to himself (or anyone, really, but specially not himself. he’s painfully logical and introspective, and he over analyzes everything, including himself. i’m also like this and believe me when i say that it’s almost impossible for me to lie to myself, even when i want to. my therapist and psychiatrist both think it’s appalling lol. lying to yourself is a survivorship skill that i think neither alec nor i ever had)

and then we have the third group of people, the people who realize that, who know that alec knows and actively and consciously represses his desires anyway, but who think that alec is too powerless, too weak, to break out of it. basically another pity case, the poor lightwood boy, so hurt and powerless to do anything about it.

all of these people are wrong

alec is not weak, he’s- incredibly strong, really. like the shit he did when he came out, that was incredible. and before that, just heading out of the institute to go to magnus’ and help him heal luke when that went straight against clave’s orders? holy shit. straight up ignoring his mom’s calls? id literally die of anxiety before ever being able to do that. and after s1 too, he continuously chose magnus, continuously faced all sorts of enemies, he threatened maryse, who was always the monster under his bed, without batting an eye

alec’s always been strong, and brave, and self-aware. and that’s why his relationship with magnus was way less about figuring out what he wanted or learning how to express his feelings and desires, and way more about allowing himself to do exactly what he wanted. most people would think that alec would need time to adjust to being in a relationship, to being happy, to not looking over his shoulder after every touch or word. that alec would need help to figure out what he was into, what he liked, how to do things, how to feel and to love. but he didn’t, because alec knows himself way too well. once he decided that he could get what he wanted, he just did it and never looked back

(because he knows how strong he is, too, and there’s an advantage in being trained to be a soldier and diplomat - he’s very aware of his own strengths and how to use them)

so yeah, there is the reason everyone is wrong and shocked: people assumed that magnus knew what he wanted and was comfortable in his own skin, while alec didn’t. but it’s actually the other way around

if you look at their relationship, the “insecure one” (obviously there’s no such thing as “the insecure one”, everyone has their insecurities, but you know what i mean) was magnus. alec was ready for sex before him, and it seemed that it never occured to alec that he could have fears surrounding that. magnus was the one who was always worried that something would be the Last Straw, make alec leave him. magnus was hesitant to make big gestures of love or just be sappy and romantic, and alec was like “we’ve been dating for 3 months, i think it’s appropriate to propose to magnus”. magnus was scared and insecure, and alec gave zero (0) shits

(not with everything, obviously. i’m not trying to say magnus was the helpless uwu one who needed fixing. just that when it comes to their relationship, magnus was more hesitant than alec was)

because magnus was the one who had been repressing what he wanted. he was the one who couldn’t face the idea of falling in love, of allowing himself to be vulnerable, of being with someone else. after camille, after all the hurt and abuse, he wasn’t ready, and he needed time not only to allow himself to feel, but also to figure out how he feels - to get rid of this deep conviction that he’s worthless, that he should accept crumbs and not look back because it’s the best he’ll ever had. i’ve said that before, but that scene in s2 when magnus gets mad at alec for being a rude bitch, that’s so significant. the magnus from a few years before wouldn’t have said anything, would have just let alec treat him and make excuses for him. “oh he’s new to this,” “oh he was stressed,” “well there’s his brother”, “i was being annoying,” “it’s not his fault”. because that’s what you do when you’ve been through abuse. magnus got into their relationship unwilling to accept being only given crumbs, and unwilling to be anyone’s punchbag. not that alec would do him like that, but it’s important that magnus wouldn’t let him. especially because alec is kind of a dumb bitch who believes people when they say “it’s ok” way too often, so he might not have realized he was hurting magnus, had they met when magnus was in a different headspace

anyway, what i was talking about before i went on yet another big tangent about magnus and his abuse recovery? ah yes, repression

basically what i’m trying to say is: while both magnus and alec struggled with coming to terms with who they are, who they love, and loving and respecting themselves, by the time they got together magnus was the one who needed to be eased into things. he needed time and space to relearn how to be in a relationship, and to be happy in it. while alec needed to jump headfirst into what he wanted and not look back

and look, not to be a disgusting malec stan, but that’s one of the many reasons why they are literal soulmates work so well together. because magnus has been needing someone who loves him so deeply and expresses it so fearlessly, because he’s unused to it, because he’s way too insecure and convinced that he won’t get or doesn’t deserve it. and alec also needs to be able to express his love with abandon, he needs to be affectionate, to tell magnus that he’s beautiful and that every day they’re together is a dream and to give him gifts and to take him to the lock thing and make a romantic dinner with ten dozen red roses because for so long he didn’t allow himself. obviously they both love and are loved, and they both love each other equally and fiercely, and magnus also always expresses it, it’s not a one-way thing. but to alec, being able to express his love and affection for magnus is a wonder, it’s something that he’s still in awe of, realizing that he gets to have this, to be in love and let the whole world see. to say exactly what he feels. i think that’s one of the reasons why alec never beats around the bush, just goes straight into “it’s moments like this, when i’m staring into the eyes of the man that i love,” and his constant Wedding Vowing, because he’s basically bursting with everything he feels, and just how much, and he fucking wants to express it god damn. why the fuck would he be chill? HE GETS TO HAVE THIS, after denying himself for so long

and magnus, well. magnus really needs it. really needs to be convinced that he’s lovable, and that he deserves not only to be loved but to be loved in a fulfilling, caring way. to be happy in a relationship, not just part of it. that he doesn’t have to constantly sacrifice himself for others

and that’s just one of the many ways in which they suit each other so perfectly. because what they need to say is what the other needs to hear, and what they have is so strong it can calm the storm that’s been inside of them for so long. they have the kind of love where they’re sad together, happy together, silly together, angry together, where they get to be competitive dorks and say dumb shit, and also to have slow and calm mornings, and also to feel juts as intensely as they desire. they have it all they are soulmates they have a one in a million kind of connection they are so perfect for each other and in this essay i will

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anyhao-archived · 5 years ago

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1OFAKIND

9 member boy group

debut song: DUNK IT!

debut album: welcome to 1nderland

members:

mattie (16)

dancer, vocal, maknae, ‘02 line

energetic & hyper; cute & charismatic

still in school + incredibly short but still growing

drama queen & loves bothering RBF a lot

doesn’t speak any english despite his english (stage) name

the main advocate to get a cat. when they go to the shelter he doesn’t even bother going in the dog section. he goes straight to the cats and is literally the epitome of the “pls mom can we get him :(((” cliche while showing a cat to the CEO

he likes to joke that his only skill is cooking pizza rolls to absolute perfection. everyone knows that is a LIE but its funny so.

nathaniel (16)

dancer, rapper, speaks basic spanish, ‘02 line

mischief twin with mattie (though nathaniel’s a little eviler, and less hyper) the other members can’t leave them alone for a minute (like that 1 scene in community where the guy goes to get the pizza and a minute later the apartment is on fire) -- yeah.

calls the CEO “mom” jokingly until he slips up and means it

dropped out of school but getting his GED slowly. takes online classes and jack +suhyun help him

the first to volunteer for brightly colored hair (he gets the bright blue that vav’s ace had in dance with me)

suhyun (18)

vocal, composer, can play piano and guitar, born in 2000

soft, sweet and polite boy. well liked by everyone

he gives off the impression of being shy and quiet but he’s really not. he just waits for the right moment to roast someone. its not that he’s shy he just. really doesnt have much to say. when he does, though, everyone listens to him. more often than not its a quip at another member

speaks english pretty well, almost fluent

literal aegyo king. he looks so soft and sweet he’s already cute, but when he does puppy eyes and asks jaeyong/the CEO for something they immediately give in to him. he uses it for bad & selfish reasons, and refuses to do it on command (like on shows)

self proclaimed fashionista, gets irritated with the members when they purposely dress bad

the second to volunteer for colored hair (gets a dark red/burgundy)

haeyoung (19)

power vocal, dancer, 2nd leader, born in 1999

helps jack with choreographing

drama queen (part 2) always tries to one up mattie

even despite the rivalry to be dramatic, he LOVES mattie. he loves all the younger members, which is why he’s elected as 2nd leader -- to be an advocate for the younger members who sometimes perhaps don’t have the courage to complain to the hyungs

he loves dogs but animals don’t seem to like him.

one day he gets fed up with being ignored by daisy and dramatically falls to the ground in the practice room floor and whines about daisy hating him. one of the members kick him to get up but he refuses. daisy slowly comes over, as if sensing his distress, and licks him on his face.

to this DAY he maintains that he did not cry, the members are all slandering him! from then on, though, daisy sleeps on haeyoung’s bottom bunk bed with him

he’s recently got his driver’s license but no one likes to be in the car with him. he’s literally a mess and no ones sure how he got the license

he followed the hair color trend: a light, cotton candy pink color

he LOVES SPARKLES!!!! always asks for sparkles in his makeup. his aegyo skill is second only to suhyun. haeyoung always just. GOES for it. he’s less pleading and more cutesy high voice pitch. half the members cringe, and half of them love it. the one who seems to enjoy it the most though is jaeyong, surprisingly.

minchan (20)

vocal, dancer, and visual, ‘98 line

dumb and dumber with wooyoung. (minchan is the dumber) literally never knows what’s going on. tends to get lost, and if wooyoung is there, wooyoung’s lost too. jaeyong finds them and drags them back by their collars

though he’s mainly a vocal, he’s a wonderful dancer, too. he’s got (some) background in ballet, which makes his dancing perfect for this group

an amazing artist and incredibly creative. he designs their album designs and helps with photography. he’s also incredible at makeup and loves to do members’ makeup. sometimes he teams up with suhyun to give a full makeover to one of the members -- makeup, hair, outfit, etc. their victim is usually haeyoung or jack.

a dog person, came up with daisy’s name

he’s got light brown hair, and he makes sure to make it fluffy every day

he prides himself on learning certain niche skills. he’s first aid and cpr certified. he can also knit! he’s also the best cook in the dorm (not the only one, but certainly the best)

wooyoung (20)

dancer, rapper, knows basic english, ‘98 line

loves dogs & is best friends with minchan. he’s the dumb portion of the dumb & dumber duo, even though both of them really aren’t idiots

HIMBO!!! like he is kind of dumb (in a good way at least) and he’s the one who posts the most selfies. he enjoys stripping and ripping off his shirt

he likes to edit videos, and learns how to compose from suhyun. he’s the one members go to if they’re having tech issues.

somehow, he is a technology nerd but also a gym rat?? he’s THAT GUY who takes gym selfies and meanwhile jaeyong’s in the background with his shirt off lmao

he’s the actor of the group. if there’s an offer to be in a drama or whatever he’d be the first to be picked

also has background in dance! more street style though, like pop/locking or bboying. when he and minchan work together their dancing is beautiful. almost like art in its own form

BJ -- aka: RBF (21)

stable vocal, dancer, face of the group, ‘97 line

doesn’t like to be touched

dramatic, but not drama queen type. more like draping himself over pieces of furniture in silk outfits while there’s candles barely lighting the old room

has black hair that needs a trim, always wearing black clothes, bracelets, etc. (like the cliche emo in middle school in 2009)

what a fucking MESS! he’s always cheating during games and refusing to move/work out more than strictly necessary.

his stage name is literally BJ (their CEO thought it was funny, and he was always like ??? until jack told him what that means in English LOL and he’s SO SCANDALZIED! he’s that member who does a solo interview while the rest are off fuckin’ around. he does an entire vlive for this one rant. hes like, hey guys. now i know why you all laughed when i was introduced. jack told me what bj means in english! so im gonna change my stage name. i like the idea of letters. what do you guys think of rbf?’

‘you know what that stands for, too, right?’

of course! resting bitch face! don’t you think that suits me? nd thats how he goes from bj to rbf. their ceo thinks rbf is hilarious, too

he seems aloof but he actually has a lot of emotions. he tends to rant about anything, and jack’s the only one who rly listens to him.

he’s closest with suhyun, bc hes the only member who seems to understand him more than at a surface level. basically they’re a yin/yang type of friends

is very happy with his appearance. he likes being that dancer with swaying hips and lifting his shirt up. sexy dance!

jack (21)

rapper, fluent in english, choreographer, ‘97 line

closest with jaeyong (they were together at a different company before)

quiet, responsible, and well liked

makes sure all members are heard and understood. he also teaches them english (especially mattie)

basically: hes the long suffering mother type and lives in the bedroom with mattie and nathaniel to watch over the mischief twins

probably the most intelligent but doesnt act like it. kind of a nerd and wears glasses, but he’s ... well built. looks good. hes basically the “hot nerd” with flannel and beanies cliche

his only downfall is he’s extremely unlucky. everything he touches breaks or falls apart lmao. like, he’s the tallest member and gives off ‘rough’ vibes but. he’s constantly tripping, or falling down stairs. however the members know better than to laugh at him lol they’ve seen him angry.

‘im not angry. im just disappointed’ the rest of the group: WE ALL KNOW THATS WORSE!

maknae line (mattie, nathaniel, and suhyun) are constantly following him around like little ducklings. it comes natural to mattie and nathaniel, and suhyun just enjoys being there lol

jaeyong (23)

leader, eldest, main rapper, born in 1995

he’s got experience in the industry and leads the rest of the group with that knowledge. he debuted briefly at the previous company but disbanded early. he left the company with jack and now they’re in the new one.

main driver!! he drives all the members everywhere and its an ongoing joke that hes a chauffeur. however he’s got... a little bit of road rage lmao

GYM RAT! he’s jacked!!! he rarely shows his abs though, preferring to tease fans lmao however wooyoung keeps taking pics of him when he’s shirtless in the gym (both on purpose and on accident)

he’s also a bit cliche. if jack was long suffering mom(TM) then he’s the slightly detached but well meaning father(TM) ! not afraid to call out his members, but listens with an open mind. he’s a great mediator if there’s any issues within the group

though jaeyong is the leader, jack tends to be the one herding all the kids and making sure they eat. jaeyong is more about pep talks and being strong, giving great speeches, etc.

even though he seems like he’d be rough around the edges, he’s incredibly loving. in multiple ways. he teases, he rough houses, LOVES hugging the members until they cant breathe. he’s... also very susceptible to aegyo. like he cant help but be swayed. he will never admit it but haeyoung and suhyun’s aeygo make his heart race

#mtxt #okay anyway here we go #so ... enjoy my take on an original kpop boy group #literally it is soo long but. the dream was detailed #and i added a lot of extra info as i was typing #i put it under a readmore bc there's SO MUCH about the members #but there's actually a part 2 coming!!!#1ofakind #op #kg #mkg

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rigginsstreet · 5 years ago

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We are all joking about Billy’s top drawer porn and his happy screams being a performance but... the idea of Billy having to parade girls into his house and have sex with them even though he didn’t want it and wasn’t attracted to them so that his family would hear so that his dad would think he was straight and not beat him is.... a very upsetting thought? Like if that doesn’t spell out severe ptsd and psychosexual dysfunction I don’t know what does

anon... we were all just tryna have a laugh whyd you have to take it there....

but now that we’re here i can totally imagine billy sleeping with girls and having this distant look in his eyes like hes totally detaching himself from the situation but at the same time he knows he has to make it convincing enough for his dad to hear (which is... a gross concept when you think about it but if neil wont leave him the fuck alone billy feels like hes running out of options) PLUS hes gotta be convincing enough for whatever girl hes sleeping with (especially in a small town like hawkins) so she doesnt go around telling everyone what a bad lay he is and its just.... this is a lot

#st spoilers #briana answers things #Anonymous

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sporadic-writer · 6 years ago

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Mrs. All American

Harrison x American!Reader

At least 2 parts, maybe more.

Warnings: my usual ones.. swearing maybe some mentions of alcohol or being suggestive plus sarcasm

Summary: reader is a friend of Tom's and finally meets Harrison

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You and Tom Holland met on vacation. Your families both happened to be at the same place at the same time in America. You all met and ended up finding ways to stay in touch, even his brothers, but mainly Tom. Despite knowing him before his rise to fame, you never stopped staying in touch with each other. Even a few vacations after your first meeting, you met up again and caught up.

You met right before your sophomore year of high school, now you were a junior in college and he was a movie star. Even though it would be cool to brag, not once did you say you knew him as a friend like you did. People wouldn't believe you anyway. Your friends did know that you had friends from England though. Over time, you both went on vacations less and therefore saw each other less. You always made sure to keep up on life details, but both of you mutally missed each other. Plus, he wanted to catch up for real rather than over texting. So one day the Brit told you he is flying you to London in order to properly hang out again. Initially, you refused, not wanting him to cover everything and take advantage of him. He protested, found a few dates you could visit, and gave you no other option but to fly out and see everyone. He really won you over when he said twins and his mom wanted to catch up. After telling your parents and convincing them that it would be fine for you to go, you got a passport and began packing.

Sooner than you thought, it was time to travel and you were at TSA and going to the international boarding areas. You texted Tom and updated him on things and patientally waited. Next thing you knew, you were on your first international flight and off to see your foreign friend. The flight wasn't too bad, and you kept yourself busy with music and TV. Luckily, school was over for the semester and you didn't have any summer work to focus on. So this was a nice break for you. Eventually, the flight landed at London's airport and you tried to remember where Tom told you to go. After texting him, you took out an ear bud to focus better on the signs and managed to get your bags and go where Tom said to go. Once you were pretty sure you got to the area, you saw no one familliar and sat down to wait.

While humming to Paramore you felt a tap on your shoulder. Turning, you expected Tom, but came face to face with Harrison instead. You never actually met him, but obviously knew of him and saw pictures. He smiled and you pulled out your headphones.

"Are you Y/N?" He was cautious and was probably worried had just approached the wrong person.

You smiled and nodded. "Yeah haha I am. How did you know?" Thinking, you questioned how obviously American you looked.

"Tom described you pretty well. Bunch of rings on, leather bracelet, h/c about your length. Also said you would probably be listening to music. He did a good job. Mentioned you would be somewhere in this area too."

"Ahh gotcha. Here I was worried I was the American that stuck out like basic tourist." You chuckled and so did he. You took note of how handsom he was in person. And you kicked yourself for only now getting acquainted with him. Tom was a simple a friend, but your friend's friend doesnt have to be.

He grabbed one of your bags for headed in the direction you assumed was the car. "Well love, you do with that strong accent of yours, but don't worry, you look good regardless." He glanced at you from his side view and you prayed your blush was hidden via your hair.

"That's good at least. And not to sound rude or anything but.. where's Tom? He made it sound like he was picking me up." You looked at him curiously but hoping not to offend him.

"Considering it is a busy time here and you aren't associated with him too much in a famous matter I suggested that I pick you up and take us to him." It was this statement that you realized his beanie and casual attire. He blended in easily and if you didn't know any better you would have thought he was anybody else in an airport.

"Clever. I am not in the mood to pop up online. My friends don't even know I've met him or any of this friends and fam." By this point you made it to the car and bags were put in the trunk. You walked over to the passenger seat, but he came up to the same door. The way you looked at him made him laugh.

"England remember? This is the driver's side."

You groaned and leaned your head back. "Well I'm a fucking moron!" In an embarrassed manner, you walked to the other side of the car. "If ya'll didn't know I was American you sure do now!"

At this point he's laughing and smiling at you. "Again, the accent does that all on it's own. But you do swear as strongly we do."

"Yeah back home not everyone appreciates that. That and the sarcasm has gotten me in trouble before. Uptight pricks." The last part was mumbled, but he caught it. He grew a quick liking to you. In the least cringey sounding way possible, you were different. You were genuine. Then the 2 of you spent the drive together listening to music and he updated you on some other English things to note. Some of them he did in a teasing manner that made you roll your eyes and laugh. But sooner or later you made it to Tom's family's place.

Harrison went for the bags but you said to wait and get them later. You just wanted to see your friends again. Following Harrison into the house, you heard feet rush up to the door and you were trapped in 2 hugs at once. Instantly, you knew who it was.

"Boys. How's it goin?" The smile on your face was broad as you were rocked back and forth in the hug.

"Better now that we finally get to hang with you again Y/N." Sam was slowly detaching himself from you. At this point Tom was walking up and shoved his brothers off you.

"Move your asses it's my turn to hug her. Haven't seen her in like 3 or 4 years in person!" He pulls you in and you laugh as you hug each other.

Harry huffs, "Neither have we. Just because you flew her out here doesn't mean you have dibs. Last we saw her was when her family said goodbye before our vacation ended."

"Tom promised me a party of some sort? So we can all hang out don't worry." You smiled at the boys, remembering why you missed them in the first place. "God I missed you guys! School has been kicking my ass so this is nice. But before we party, I am gonna need to sleep hard. Because I can already tell jetlag will ruin me."

"Mom and dad won't be back til later anyway, so we can hang and you can see them tomorrow." Harry smiled at you, clearly just eager to spend time with you again.

Realizing that you've been back for a while, it hit you that you never let your parents know. "Oof, ok I need to call my folks, tell them I'm back and safe and everything. I'll be right back." You walked off and heard Tom say they would be in the living room.

The boys followed in as you went off on your phone. Tom spoke up first, thanking Harrison for picking you up.

"No problem mate, she's cool. Kinda annoyed you kept her to yourself all this time."

"Hey the one time you came to the states with us for vacation, her family couldn't go then. Why you buggin about it? Into her?"

Harrison looks away while checking you aren't too close. Softly he responds, shrugging. "Yeah a little I guess. Like I said, she's cool."

"Haz and Y/N sittin in a tree!" Sam and Harry started laughing at the same time while Harrison rolled his eyes.

"I regret saying anything. Those 2 morons will blab the minute she's back." Like magic, you walked back in. Putting your phone in your pocket with a bright smile.

"Alright. That's done. Now I need a comfy couch, some good TV, and to catch up with ya'll." Tom and Harrison chuckled to themselves.

You groaned slightly, "Really? It's because I said ya'll isn't it? Come on..!"

"Y/N! You aren't even from the south! I don't know why you say it but it is really American so it's funny to us."

Plopping down between Harrison and Tom you smacked them both lightly. "Whatever. You don't hear me giggling whenever you say mate or something."

"Relax it's cute. Right Haz?" Tom looks playfully at his best friend, testing the waters a bit. He ignores the slight glare he sends back in return. You do as well.

"I guess it is." He was trying not to get flustered by your perfume. If he wasn't mistaken, it was Channel no. 5. It was hypnotic. All he did was pick you up from the airport and talk in the car, feelings shouldn't be building up this fast. Considering the girl is only here for a little while, he figured take a shot before she leaves and who knows when he will see her again.

"Alright, well let's hang tonight. Y/N want a beer?" He looks to the girl as he is getting up. Her voice perks up with a cute 'yes please' and he walks to the kitchen releasing a breath he didn't know he was holding. Grabbing a few beers he returns and distributes them out. Once handing one to the girl next to Tom he sits back down and everyone speaks casually. About 2 beers deep he feels good and she's ever so slightly giggly. He feels bold enough to get up, grab some more for everyone, and as he sits down his arm goes to the back of the couch near your shoulders. He swears you leans in a little bit, but he tries not to think too much into it. Wanting to help him get the picture, you lean in more after that new beer was finished. A couple hours pass and his arm is around your shoulders and you feel sleep coming over you. Tom simply glances at you guys and smirks. He sends the twins a text to not say anything, and one to Harrison with the smirk emoji.

As time passes Sam is the first to get up for bed. A few minutes later the rest of you follow his lead. All of you get up and Harrison's hand falls down and lightly trails your arm as it lands at his side. You hold the goose bumps back and stretch.

"Goodnight guys! I am dead. Surprising because it is only like 7pm back home for me. But thank you for a great first night. Tomorrow the parents are swinging by? Good! Tom we are all crashing at your place tomorrow right?"

The man in question nods. "Yup! Tomorrow we stay at my place in town after my parents come back then the party day after that."

You smile at everyone widely. "Yay! I get to play tourist! At least by then the jetlag will be fine. But alright. Show me my room!"

Tom showed you up and Harrison remembered your bags were still in the car. By the time you started walking to the door he was already back.

You stopped as to not run into him. "Oh damn sorry! I didn't know you were back already."

"You're fine love. Where do you want them?"

"Just by the window please." He put the stuff down and turned to face you after you thanked him. As he stayed standing there you smirked and spoke up. "Want a tip or something Harrison?"

He flushed realizing he zoned out and mutter out a response. However, you didn't catch it and got closer. The air was filled with slight tension and neither knowing how to act.

Quietly you asked, "What were you sayin?"

"Nothing. Sorry.. I was trying to think of a clever response, but couldn't think of one." Although you weren't that short, you still felt like he towered over you. So you glanced up at him through your lashes.

"I guess I should get to sleep then? I don't know how long jetlag will keep me sleeping tomorrow, but I don't want to keep Tom's folks waiting." He nods and little and looks down at you. Then he turns a bit and heads towards the door, and you follow a few spaces behind.

Once at the door he turns back to you and you can see in his eyes he is thinking about something.

"Um I don't know how guys say good night to a cute girl in America but.." He leans down and sweetly kisses your cheek. His lips are warm and soft. You smile as he pulls away, looking right at you. He starts to turn but you grab his arm lightly and pulls him back to you. This time though you gently pressed your lips to his. The kiss was not hot or deep, just lips to lips in a sweet manner. It was quick and light, but enough to get the point accross.

As you pull back you look at him with a smirk. "That's how you do it Haz." Then you close the door to rest for the next day ahead you. The only thing you missed was Harrison coming back to reality and with a full grin as he walked to his room.

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There isn't enough Haz fic in the world. Hope you guys like this! As always like and reblog!!

Part 2 here!

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lordsicheng · 6 years ago

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Congrats on your blog’s 1 year!! I recently discovered your blog and was so super happy to see someone do astrology stuff for Wanna One. May I have an astrology ship with Wanna One? My sun sign is Sagittarius, moon is Aquarius, Mercury is Scorpio, Venus is Capricorn, Mars is Cancer, Ascendent is Gemini. Thanks! :)

Hey love! Thank you so much! Sorry this took long~ Here are your results~

In terms of compatibility, I ship you with Daniel!

The key to your relationship would be: close friendship, accepting of each other’s opinions and thoughts

Type of love: “We may be opposites but we complete each other in a way.”

I have got to say that Sagittarius and Aquarius are one of my favorite pairs, like, ever. Especially for moon signs!

They’re sextile, meaning there’s quite an amount of harmony between both of you without compromising your own varying opinions. Both are very sociable signs, so becoming friends is way easier than it looks. Sagittarius in general is very open-minded and cheery, Aquarius is just as kind and may be even a little bit more adventurous.

However both signs aren’t as emotional, Sagittarius moon likes to move on quick and Aquarius moon tend to get detached at the thought of feelings. But between the two, Aquarius can get emotional if they feel the reason to-- they’re more focused on the general environment than closeness. Sagittarius moons tend to run away from their feelings and if one day, they would feel like all the harshness gets piled up, your Aquarius moon will learn how to listen and comfort the Sagittarius moon individual. There’s a special bond between you two that grows the more you both get to know each other.

Your mercury signs are also sextile, Capricorn and Scorpio. There’s a lot of great leadership qualities between you two, it’d be even more benefiting on doing business together! Capricorn loves to plan, Scorpio makes sure to get on with the plan. There’s lots of determination and great merging of ideas between the two of you. Very interesting but also, like Sagittarius and Aquarius, there isn’t really a huge gap in terms of compromising your own ideas. It’s easy to get along with each other, just be careful of being too serious at times!

Like your mercury signs but in exchange, your Venus signs are very able to seclude each other and learn how be loving with each other. Both of you are loyal, but also very respectful of each other. There’s lots of trust in each other. Together, Scorpio and Capricorn will strive for greatness. They will focus their energy on constructive things in order to build the world they wish for themselves. This is not always the most happy, joyful place with rainbows and unicorns, but it is realistic, practical and most of all good for personal growth.

If someone can help Virgo build their trust, it is their Cancer partner. Although Cancer is a cardinal sign, they are stable by nature, especially when it comes to emotional decisions they have made. If they have chosen Virgo to be their loving partner, they will have no reason to lie or cheat. This behavior would only endanger their vision of a shared life and a loving family they want with the partner they chose. This is also a reason why Cancer won’t have an initial problem with trusting Virgo. Their convictions are stronger than their doubt.

His sun and moon are opposite to your Gemini rising, this is actually very common in long lasting partnerships. This is because his sun and moon may fall to your 7th house, there’s lots of understanding between you two. There is this important thing they both value– things that make sense. Gemini and Sagittarius make an incredible couple, probably being the most innocent one of all oppositions in the zodiac. They don’t often find each other right away, but at some point in life it is almost certain that a Gemini will find their Sagittarius and vice versa. Their relationship has a strong intellectual connection, in which they will gradually find deep emotions.

Your best friend would be Sungwoon!

So much fun energy! Sagittarius x Aries friendships are hella fun, sometimes even too fun. This is a wonderful bond that is often seen in friendships that last for years. Their mutual understanding can be so deep, that even if they lack physical attraction, they would gladly substitute it with a life spent in this kind of intellectual relationship. They motivate and push each other wherever they might like to go. When they are together, they make each other feel as if nothing is impossible. While Aries gives initiative and focus, Sagittarius gives vision and faith.

When they get together, their activities can be shared and fun whatever they are. This has nothing to do with their needs and tendencies, but with the potential of their entire relationship. They can go for coffee and they would have fun, but they could also go bungee jumping together and have even more fun. It is all the same to them.

I would say he’s more of that “emotionally witty” best friend of yours. If you actually need validation of whatever you’re feeling, he can actually handle it and would even give you advice. However the energy of a fixed moon and a cardinal one is tricky, he’d like to help you but you’d probably push him off. But he’s very loyal, he’ll give you lots of respect in addition to you being able to just understand him for who he is. He can get emotional himself, so you’ll probably have to give him some advice yourself to “man up” at times. He’s an Aries anyways, so he’d definitely take your advises.

He’s got a huge crush on you, but you’re probably gonna be so irritated with each other. So yeah, you can kind of skip Jaehwan in terms of love

His Venus falls on your first house, so there would be some type of attraction between you two. However there’s lots of oppositions and quincunxes in your placements together, so it’d very likely end up being disappointing. His conservative Virgo moon would be a little confused with your Aquarius one. They can work out, but for the long term? Try making through a day without arguing, really. He’s very considerate and caring, may even worry about you a lot. But you tend to push him away at times, it’d be better for you both to be friends honestly.

Unlike Daniel’s case, your oppositions are more apparent because of the quincunx signs between you two. It can work, like I said, but the moon is a very important sign when it comes to relationships and synastry. Virgo and Aquarius will both value intelligence and a clear mind most of all. This doesn’t mean they will find the same people, actions or thoughts intelligent and they could often have opposite opinions on someone in their surroundings. He might not be able to adapt easily to your carefree lifestyle too.

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theinquisitivej · 6 years ago

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SteamHeart Episode 13 Reactions

Chapter Thirteen: Homeward Bound

You can listen to the full episode here.

We briefly shift our focus away from the crew of SteamHeart to check in on Miguel and Hrao. They’ve made their way to Memphis, and though Miguel has done his best to cover Hrao with some tarpaulin as they move through the city, he’s nervous and fears that people will discover her sooner or later. We overhear little snippets of conversation that mention a great black lion that was spotted a few months ago and has put the locals on edge. Miguel worries that the people’s curiosity of this creature and others like it will make them immediately hostile towards Hrao if they find her, but I have to wonder what this creature was exactly. Of course, since it was a big cat, your mind goes to the same place as Miguel’s and you assume it came from Hrao’s world. But with all the portals and increasingly frequent sightings of the sort of unfamiliar creatures that that strange old man Malloy tells his stories about, the black lion could be anything and have no connection to the feline inhabitants of Rama. One possibility is that they’re referring to the Manticore which killed the Vice-President, and this bit of information is meant to indicate the timescale of when Tiger’s Eye took place in relation to the rest of the events of the first phase of New Century. Or, maybe this creature really is from Rama. If that’s the case, I see two possibilities; either this is one of the Lions from the society that represents a serious danger to the cats of Hrao’s continent, which, depending on the nature of the Lion and his intentions, could be a real problem for our heroes here in the Reunified States, or it is the ominous entity which Hrao encounters later on in this chapter. Whatever the case, this background detail hints at a lot of possibilities and reinforces the impression that the world of New Century is full of unexplored mysteries and extends beyond what we see happen in the main body of the texts of each story.

Miguel and Hrao eventually make their way to his father’s house. The smells, sights, and sounds of these new surroundings are undoubtedly overwhelming for Hrao’s acute senses, but she waits outside in a hidden alcove while Miguel braves whatever life waits for him inside. The first indication that things have changed significantly between the last time he was here and now is the repainted yellow door – the threshold to the interior of this house is unfamiliar, and crossing that threshold will take him not to his old life, but to an alien environment that Miguel neither recognises nor wants to be a part of. His father, Francisco, answers the door, and the low ringing bells of the music immediately makes the listener feel ill at ease here. Miguel demonstrates his newfound deft athleticism by moving around his father to see who else he hears inside the house, showing how Miguel has changed and developed through his time with Hrao and the bond they share. Miguel is confronted with a greying woman and her two sturdy-looking sons sitting at the table. Francisco speaks as if he’s never met Miguel before in his life, but Miguel determinedly pushes his connection, offering information about Francisco’s life that he knows will be enough to prove what he says to these strangers. Miguel is not only stronger now, but we also see his quick-thinking and, more importantly, the courage he has which helps him to stand his ground and disagree with what his father says and what he wants Miguel to say.

Francisco pulls Miguel aside into his old bedroom, where the two can talk and ask each other questions. Miguel is taken aback and disappointed in how his father has changed and adapted so quickly after Miguel had gone, and yet has not changed the worst aspects of himself in the slightest. Francisco enquires whether Miguel brought back any treasure as he had set out to do. He doesn’t even check to see if he’s alright. Francisco offers not a home for Miguel to return to, but a place where he can work to earn the right to what room Francisco and his new family can spare. He talks as if Miguel abandoned him and says that he had to fend for himself in Memphis, which is a twisted way of looking at the disappearance of your own child. Not only that, but Francisco’s complaints would be laughable if they weren’t so disgustingly petty and manipulative when you consider how Miguel, a boy not even in his teenage years, was thrown into an entirely different world where he genuinely came close to death on multiple occasions, and yet he showed the bravery and fortitude to survive. Apparently, Louisa, the woman at the table, took pity on Francisco and showed him kindness when he said he was a recent widower, which, of course, is a lie. He lost his wife to the Wendigos years ago, and in remembering this, Miguel now realises that his father had left his mother and the rest of his family behind. Francisco is terrible, and he blames Miguel for everything and acts as if he is the wronged father who, in his mercy, forgives his son. It’s a horrible way to mistreat your own family, and when Miguel decides to leave this house and the people behind at the end of the scene, I breathe a deep sigh of relief.

Outside, the air “smells the wrong kind of familiar” (a wonderfully apt phrase to describe coming back to a place you know but don’t feel welcome in after spending time somewhere else that you grew attached to and found family in), and Hrao isn’t where Miguel left her. His fear that he had dreamt her is understandable, not only for how terrible it would be to be stuck with this family he wants nothing to do with, but because the world of Rama and the tone of Tiger’s Eye is very dreamlike, so the idea that everything he had experienced these last few months never happened isn’t so ludicrous. They find each other, and Miguel signs to Hrao that the people who live here are “another tribe”, that he wants nothing to do with them, and that his place is with her. This makes Hrao, and the listener, smile.

As they make their way north towards the forests, Hrao begins to show signs of illness. Her hunting technique is off, she’s out of breath, and, after collapsing and asking for water, Miguel rushes off to the stream to fetch some, worrying that if he makes a mistake, Hrao “may not live to see another tomorrow”. The next section begins with us hearing, for the first time since Tiger’s Eye, Maureen Foley delivering new lines as Hrao. It has been far too long. She states that it is “tomorrow”, tying in directly with Miguel’s last word in the previous section of the episode and making us curious yet apprehensive to see what this sickness has done to Hrao. The tone returns to that mystical and dreamlike stream of consciousness that made Tiger’s Eye so captivating to listen to. As Miguel leaves from the cave they are residing in to fetch medicine, Hrao slides in and out of consciousness, eventually coming face to face with an ethereal figure, a tall black cat, that she recognises as The Father of Passing. She asks if it’s her time and says in a weak, pleading, yet sincere voice, “I want to stay…I have to look after my son”. This affirms how far Hrao has come, going from the hunter who went about her days in a weary trance and moved through life automatically at the start of Tiger’s Eye to this person who doesn’t want to go because she has something to live for. This moment is also significant in that Hrao turned away from the gods of her people when she lost her daughter. Perhaps her time with Miguel has helped bring her spirit back to her, as if her detachment from life during her day-to-day routine of hunting at the start of Tiger’s Eye was just her isolated body, severed from the world of spirits where the gods of her people reside. However, this moment is also significant because, as Hrao points out, she is seeing the Father of Passing here in Centrum, in Miguel’s world. It makes the nature of these deities even more uncertain, as you wonder not only whether they truly exist, but if they can exist in all worlds of the New Century multiverse.

After this, Hrao is visited by the Fire Lion, a figure that seems to represent life and hope, just as the Father of Passing represents death. His words and presence fill the cave and Hrao with a nourishing light, and, shortly after, Miguel arrives, having brought medicine from a vet, which is amusing to hear from Hrao’s perspective who is uncertain what he means by “cat healer”. As Hrao rests and recovers next to her son, reassured by Miguel looking less worried than he was before, she tells us that the black figure remains in the cave with them. She does not look directly at him and his blue eyes again that day, but he is nevertheless not too far away. Hrao reflects on how Miguel also suffered from a severe illness during his first few days in Rama, which cements the duality of the bond between the two of them (pairs and fated duos are a recurring theme in New Century, after all) as they are each following similar patterns as they spend time in each other’s worlds. But with time and nurturing from her, Miguel grew, adapting to the world of Rama until he became who he is today. The episode ends with Hrao wondering if the same will happen to her here in Centrum, asking “what would I be like after tomorrow?” I truly don’t know what Hrao will be, how the people of the Reunified States and the crew of SteamHeart will react to her when they meet her, or what role she has in the journey ahead. But despite my apprehensive fears, I can’t wait to find out, and am ecstatic to see more of her in New Century.

The epilogue tells us, categorically, that he Miguel will never see Francisco again, and I am very glad to hear that. The author tells us that we can imagine whatever ending we wish for the man. It leaves his fate in our hands, but ultimately, whether Francisco continued to hurt people, or con his way through life, or got his comeuppance and suffered severe punishment for his cruel disregard for others, the important thing that the last line of the episode tells us is this – “he is a tree falling in the woods”. As the proverb goes, if a tree falls in the woods and no one is around to hear it, does it truly make a sound? Francisco can do whatever he likes, or suffer whatever fate he brings upon himself, but as far as the story of New Century is concerned, there is nothing more to be said about him, and we will not be there to hear the rest of his tale. He will be unnoticed and forgotten. And perhaps that is the best we can hope for when it comes to the people we cross paths with in life who hurt us. That we leave them behind and forget them.

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alayne-stonecoldfox · 6 years ago

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auburn, winterfell and dagger!

4. auburn: do you like Sansa’s character? explain why you do/don’t

I love her character. LET ME COUNT THE WAYS. Like it could go on a long time. Firstly, since I started with the show, she was just clearly the pretty, young feminine princess type character..which is just like, boom, ok, that one, that one is my favourite. Every show I watch, I’ve always liked the real GIRL girl character. When i was 8 watching scooby doo, it was daphne over velma, 10 and watching digimon, I’d like mimi over sora, when I was watching beyblade, i liked mariah more than....i actually cant remember another female character in that show but whatever. Now even as an adult, I’m still the same. I love prettiness and girliness and all that. I also love bratty/spoilt sweet characters. I’ve always said Sansa is like the cher horowitz of westoros and I stand by that statement. Getting a little bit more deep, I also love how her story is a kind of deconstruction of a story a ‘princess’ type character is meant to have. In that it all goes so horribly wrong, genuinely. In real life, historically, princesses are more like chess pieces on a board and they have to navigate some very hostile environments while being placed on a pedestal and having very little say in what their lives will be (like marie antoinette or anne boleyn, ladies who I was really fascinated by when I was in highschool and reading a whole tonne of historic fiction) and I LOVE how GRRM has written this so well with Sansa. I love her thoughts and fears and you can feel her naivety but also the sense of her learning and how she adapts. I love how subtly she’s shaped over her chapters. By cersei and joffrey and kings landing, all the way to the vale with baelish. I love the whole vibe of such a ‘perfect princess’ character slowly descending into politics and scheming whilst maintaining the facade. God, i’ve got to stop this is already a wall of text yall dont want to read TLDR I love sansa hard.

12. winterfell: do you think sansa will get back to her Stark roots by the end of the book saga? Or will she completely detach from her family and become more alayne-ish?

I think she’s developed into her own person ,and will eventually be very much removed from traditional ‘stark’ values. Just because even at the beginning of the story, her main influence was Catelyn, whereas the other siblings, even arya, seem closer/more influenced by Ned, who is more..Starky. Through all Sansa been through and what she’s learned through her experiences alone in very formative years, I don’t think she’ll value honour and honesty in the same way. I don’t think she’ll see the best in people. Lying has been her most valuable asset. I’m also one of the people who think Lady dying is very symbolic and foreshadowing of her detachment from her ‘starkness’ no matter how hard some people think its irrelevant. Throughout sansa’s chapters theres so much bird imagery, the hound calling her little bird, wishing she could fly away, petyr’s crest for house baelish which she resides under in later chapters as his ‘daughter’, while the OTHER stark kids are ALL wolves all the time in their chapters (and no i dont think sansa will warg into a bird, I think she’s cut off from any warging ability she may have been able to have when lady died. again, the presence and hints or warging in all the other kids chapters, while its absent in sansa’s, always struck me as a clear difference between them). Also, as i say this, I don’t mean to say she doesn’t love her family or that they don’t love her or that she doesnt love winterfell, because she clearly does. I just see her themes, personality, values, and everything is REALLY seperate from the other Stark kids.

14. dagger: a character you’d like to see interacting with petyr

I would have liked to have seen the pre book one small council in kings landing, with stannis and Petyr having to interact with each other. With renly and bobby B being themselves in the mix, and varys. It’d be like Stannis trying to manage an unruly classroom, popping panadol for his oncoming tension headaches.

#sansa stark #tamra from RHOOC voice 'THATS MY OPINIOOONNN'#ask meme #Anonymous

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Qi Flows for Her

Chapter Four

Previous Chapter

Pairing: Steve Rogers x OFC x Bucky Barnes | Word Count: 8162 Warnings: Language, Angst, Languages which may or may not be correct

The next morning, Bucky and Steve left their adjacent rooms at the same time. When Bucky’s nightmares spiraled out of control, Steve was usually the only one who could calm him down, pull him out of them, or - if the worst happened - fight him off long enough for him to snap out of the HYDRA induced memories on his own. It made sense to have rooms close together and further from the rest of the team so as not to disturb the others.

This, in turn, had left them with a good chunk of the floor to themselves for even at a distance, one could usually hear Bucky scream. However, one of the only things Charles had stipulated with his offered X-Men was they be housed on the same floor. He hadn’t elaborated, only made it part and parcel of his acceptance.

As the X-Men now living in what had been fondly dubbed by the others as old man central was Celine, neither really minded.

Dressed for training, they walked with determined strides down the hall to her rooms where Bucky gave the door a firm knock. Without discussing it, they had come to the mutual decision to ensure she was included in all aspects of Avenger life, starting with the customary five am wake-up call which would see them through their early morning training prior to breakfast.

No one wanted to be thrown up on, so breakfast was always after the first round of spars. Later they would return to do whatever other training they wished, cardio or weights, go for a run or to the gun range, but first was sparing.

When no answer came at her door, Steve reached out and gave it a solid bang. “You think she’s a heavy sleeper?” Bucky shrugged. There was no noise from within the suite that he could hear at all. Finally, Steve called out, “FRIDAY, locate Celine Ena.”

“Lady Celine is in the training facility, Sir Rogers.”

Sighing, he exchanged a look with Bucky. “FRIDAY, who set your program to Asgardian?”

“Master Parker.”

“Revert to regular programming.”

“I cannot comply without Master Parker’s override, Sir Rogers.”

Bucky snickered softly. “Peter’s going to get his butt whooped, ain’t he?”

“Yes,” Steve grumbled.

Peter tended to pull these little pranks just before being out of the building for three or four days.

“At least the Asgard program isn’t as annoying as the gangster one he set her up with.”

Bucky nodded for listening to FRIDAY spout off in rap had been three days of hell. “Oi, FRIDAY, how long has Celine been up?”

“Lady Celine has been awake and in the training facility since zero three-thirty, Sir Barnes.”

“Jeez! What the hell?” he barked, astounded.

As one, he and Steve jogged toward the elevator, wondering just what had possessed her to be up so early. They got on in silence and off the same way, and turned toward the doors where Wanda stood gaping into the room.

“Wanda?”

“Shhh!” she hissed, waving them forward. “Look!”

So much excitement laced her voice they joined her with haste only to stare in amazement.

Celine stood balanced on one foot, her hands held before her. She stepped, sweeping down and up, the moves of Tai Chi becoming fluid and evident with each carefully placed footfall. Her hair was tied up in a messy knot at the back of her head, black flats matched the loose pants and high collared shirt she wore. The sleeves fluttered with the movements of her hands, but it was the radiance of her chi to which they all stared in awe.

For, floating around her when the action she went through had an animal in the name, the animal appeared in the glow of her chi. Tiger, snake, bird, horse, crane, monkey, all burst to life. It was an immense manipulation of power, yet she did it with relative ease, all while remaining serene. When she reached the end of her moves, she brought her hands up, allowing the chi to flow down, twist and twine around her.

It formed coils like a snake until the head dropped down and Steve gasped quietly.

A dragon made of glittering golden light surround her, it’s chin resting in the palm of Celine’s hand. The energy morphed, flowed, spiral up, and wings burst forth as a phoenix rose into the air, remained suspended for but a moment, before all her chi fell down, coating the woman wielding it in a radiant golden glow which faded back into her skin.

When Celine opened her eyes, they gleamed the same shining colour as her chi before they returned to amber. “Good morning,” she said softly.

Wanda was quick through the door, excitement evident in her swift strides. “That was… amazing!” she said, her hands twisting together. “I can do so much with my powers, but this… this was…” Wanda shook her head, unable to find the right words. “The animals were all so lifelike.”

Celine looked down at her hands where a ball of chi appeared. “It is not so difficult. A little practice and concentration.” A bunny sat, nose wrinkling, in the palm of her hand.

“What is their purpose?” Wanda asked.

She flicked the hand with the bunny outward, turning it into a tiger whose snarling mouth and sharp teeth were quite impressive. “Just because it is energy, does not mean it cannot be dangerous. The tiger will bite if I wish it.” Again her energy winked out, flowing back inside her. “But fighting with the animals makes it too easy to… lose the connection. I do not do it often.”

“So you can fight, too?” Bucky asked, striding into the room with Steve.

Celine tilted her head. “I can. I would make a poor X-Men if I were only good for my power.”

“Alright. Let’s see what you’ve got, doll face.” Bucky smirked as he moved toward the mats on the other side of the room.

Steve sent her a glance; one Celine returned full of cool, detached professionalism. It had him narrowing his eyes, but she only shrugged and followed Bucky.

“The animals, their detail, it gives you greater control, doesn’t it?” asked Wanda as she sidled up beside Steve.

“It does. I must have control at all times. It is essential to both my health and those around me.” She looked to Bucky and glided out onto the mats. “Rules, Sergeant?”

“Don’t hold back, and when I win, you don’t ever call me Sergeant again.”

Brow arching, Celine asked, “And if you lose?”

“I don’t lose.”

“Hypothetically then.”

He blinked for a moment, thinking. “I’ll let you help with my aura.”

The look of shock on Celine’s face had Steve’s brow arching. Just what did that mean?

“Very well.” Celine moved to face him, her body just slightly turned, and tucked one hand behind her back. “Begin.”

Bucky circled as Steve watched.

Celine remained still, unmoving. She didn’t even turn her head to keep him in view. Her lashes lowered, neatly shuttering her eyes. Her breathing was slow and deep. She appeared as if she were meditating, not preparing for battle.

When Bucky lunged, throwing a half-hearted punch, she simply flowed out of the way.

“You are not trying… Sergeant.” Celine smiled, placing both hands behind her back.

“Neither are you, darlin’,” Bucky smirked.

“Come at me then.”

The punches flew swiftly afterward, Bucky no longer holding back.

Steve and Wanda stood to the side, watching in amazement. He’d thought Celine fast last night, but here, now, she was lightening contained in flowing black clothes.

She moved like water, in and around, ducking beneath his friend’s flashing fist. Rarely did she throw a punch or strike, simply learning Bucky’s ways, forcing him to expend more energy in order to keep up with her. Once she slammed her elbow up into Buck’s armpit, making him grunt. Another saw her fist connecting firmly with his jaw, snapping Bucky’s head back.

Up to that point, Buck had been lenient when it came to his left arm, but the fist to his face had clearly stung. The wiring of the gears in his arm was a warning, yet, Steve did not see fear or concern on Celine’s face.

Her eyes lit up — excitement gleaming in the suddenly golden depths.

When Bucky threw the punch… she caught his fist. “Son of a bitch!” he hissed. “Not you, too?”

“The metal arm is quite impressive,” Celine smirked, stepping swiftly into his chest. She turned and threw Bucky over her shoulder.

He skidded across the floor and came to a stop at Steve’s feet.

“Well, shit.” Steve chuckled, holding down his hand to help Bucky up.

Celine stood in the center of the mats and smiled while she rocked up on her toes. “Give up… Sergeant?”

“Not on your life, doll. We’re just getting started.” He darted across the room.

Steve crossed his arms, shook off the shock, and began to actively assess Celine’s style. She fought with the skill of a Kung Fu master, but there was something strange about it. “Wanda? What do you see?”

“She’s channeling her power around her. Bucky isn’t missing his strikes. She’s… deflecting them. It’s brilliant.”

Hearing this, Bucky switched tactics. His flesh hand snaked out and closed around Celine’s throat.

Her eyes glowed a little brighter. She turned her body, grabbed hold of his wrist with her left hand, brought her right arm up and slammed her elbow into Bucky’s bicep. It jerked his friend forward and down, his grip on her throat failing. Her elbow connected twice more. Once with Buck’s neck, the other his ear. Twisting back, she kneed him in the solar plexus, shoved his head under the arm she still held and knocked him to the ground where she proceeded to kneel on his throat.

“Damn,” Steve muttered, impressed.

Celine had gone from her flowing Kung Fu into a Krav Maga move with little effort. Just how much did she know?

But Bucky wasn’t finished yet. His metal hand grabbed a fist full of clothing and threw her across the mats with a flick.

Celine rolled, getting quickly back to her feet. “You are quite good.” A smile flitted across her face.

Bucky smirked and gave a nod of acceptance. “So are you, Celine.”

She ran at him, her long legs eating up the distance, and Steve flinched for they were all familiar with the move. When she leapt up, intent on wrapping her legs around his neck, Bucky simply plucked her out of the air and dropped her on her back to the mat. He went with her, his heavy as hell best friend, laying his metal forearm across her throat and pinning her to the mats.

“Wrong move, doll. That's one of Natalia’s favorites.” Bucky smirked, sending Steve a nod.

“That’s the match,” Steve called.

“Are you certain… Captain?” Her eyes gleamed wickedly when she balled up her fist and slammed it into Bucky’s ribs. The blow was enough to knock him off her.

“I said match!” Steve bellowed, striding onto the mats.

“Only because you assumed I had lost,” Celine said, getting gracefully to her feet.

“I called the match because I knew he’d lost!” Steve snapped, heading toward Bucky who still had yet to get up. “He can't keep up with you right now.”

“What?” she gasped, turning to look. “Bucky!” Celine landed on her knees beside him.

“Bucky, you okay, pal?” Steve asked.

“Yeah, yeah. Caught the same ribs,” he grumbled, holding his side.

“You sparred with me… while injured…” she whispered, horrified.

“S’okay, doll face. Took a bullet a while ago. Ribs are still tender.” Bucky shrugged.

***

“Tu es un homme stupide! Comment pourriez-vous être si arrogant? Je pourrais vous blesser sérieusement!” The stream of French poured from Celine’s lips as she shoved Steve out of the way to wrench Bucky’s shirt up. (You foolish man! How could you be so arrogant? I could have seriously hurt you.)

“Pas besoin d'appel de nom, Celine,” Steve grumbled. (No need for name calling, Celine)

“You speak French?” she gasped.

“Oui. Si tu me voulais sortir de mes vêtements, ma chérie, tu devais juste demander.” Bucky smirked at her. (Yes. If you wanted me out of my clothes, darling, you just had to ask.)

“Shut up, Barnes.” She slapped his hands away as she jerked his shirt up to see the mess of bruising around his ribs. “I did this…” she whispered sadly.

“Nah, doll. I took a bullet. You may have pissed them off some, but it’s fine. If not you, then Steve there would have put a fist or foot into them later.” He shrugged as if it were nothing.

But it wasn’t nothing. Not to her. “Ní bheidh an chúis pian liom deireadh,” she whispered.

“Huh?” Bucky asked.

“Nothing,” she cleared her throat and ignored the way Steve frowned at her. “Hold still.”

“Why?”

Celine lifted a hand and set the glowing appendage over his ribs. She closed her eyes, turning internal to focus on the energy living in her heart chakra. She drew it forth and sent the healing into Bucky causing the color around her hand to shift to a soft green and spread out over his skin before sinking in.

When the black and purple bruises faded, she lifted her hand, let the glow wink out, and weaved slightly as she slumped back on her heels.

“Celine!” Steve grabbed her by the shoulders.

“I’m fine. Headrush.” She batted her hand at him.

“What… what the fuck?” Bucky gasped, hand going to his unmarked side.

“Good to go, Barnes.” She patted his knee before pushing to her feet to walk away. Her wrist was captured in an unbreakable, cold grip. The metal hand of the soldier was not going to allow her to leave.

“What did you do?” Bucky demanded.

She sighed. “Healed the damage I inflicted.”

“You healed a hell of a lot more than that. Are you going to be alright?”

She shrugged. “I will live.” She would renew her chakra point later with mediation. Feeding would help, but she doubted whether they would allow her to leave to do so, and knew they would insist on going with her if they did.

“Celine,” he growled, a warning in his voice and eyes.

“I will live,” she stated firmly. “Remove your hand.”

“Make me,” he snarled.

“Bucky.”

They both glanced at Steve. “Celine is perfectly capable of telling us what she needs when she needs it. I trust her to do so.”

Stunned, she stared at Steve before looking away. “Thank you, Captain.”

“It’s Steve, Celine. If I have to go my own round with you to get you to use it, I will.” His eyes were amused when she looked up.

The soft colours of his aura and the kindness which seemed to be innately inherent in him made her smile. He was a good man, right to the core.

“Thank you… Steve.” She looked at Bucky and arched a brow.

“When you want me?” he asked, releasing her wrist.

“Want you for what?”

“I lost. Guess that means you get to play in my aura.” He rolled his eyes.

“No.” She shook her head.

“What the hell you mean, no?” Bucky scoffed.

“I can’t help you if you don’t want help.” She turned on her heel and walked away. “When you wish my help, I will give it. For now, I am content.... Bucky.” She smiled at Wanda who seemed delighted with the way she had disconcerted both super soldiers. “If you wish to join me for meditation, I can assist you in finding further control of your power.” Though the woman had helped Stark manipulate things the night before, Celine could see how much it upset her to do so. It would not hurt to assist Wanda in mastering a few skills.

“I would.” Wanda nodded.

Tilting her head, Celine glided from the room. “Stark. Romanoff. Sam,” she murmured as she left, walking past the three of them standing in the doorway.

***

Looking to Bucky, Steve made a small motion with his hand.

Bucky nodded, turning to get the others moving as Steve jogged out after Celine. He hadn't liked what she'd said. His Gaelic may be rusty but to hear her say the pain she caused would never end had been heart-rending.

She was just getting on the elevator when he caught up.

“Hold up.” He got on with her, ignoring the way she sighed. “What you did back there was pretty impressive.”

She shrugged but kept her head down.

“Celine.” He stepped into her, reached for her chin, and tilted it up. “You didn’t have to run off. You could stay, spar with some of the others if you want. I’d like a go,” he said with a grin.

A smile twitched her lips. “Such boys.”

“Yeah, well.” He shrugged. “Don’t run away, Celine.” A curl had fallen from her messy knot which he tucked back behind her ear.

“Next time. I am tired, Steve. It has already been a long morning.”

“Why were you up so early?”

“I was tuning you all out. It takes time and silence.” She looked at him questioningly.

“We stopped by your room. FRIDAY told us.”

“Ah, the slightly archaic but polite AI. I met her.”

Steve shook his head. “She doesn’t usually sound like that. Parker tends to play pranks.”

“The tricky little spider did that?” she chuckled. “He is much like my students at the school.”

“You were a teacher?” The information surprised him. He hadn't known that. “Of what?”

“Languages and history. I also taught meditation and self-defence to those brave enough to spend time with the school’s resident vampire.” Scorn laced her tone.

“The way you fight’s pretty impressive.” He pressed the button for the floor with the team’s community spaces, determined to keep her talking when he realized they were just standing in the elevator.

Celine relaxed into the wall and shrugged. “It was Charles’ idea. I had issues with control when I was younger.” She looked away.

The doors slid open, and Steve took her by the hand, causing her eyes to dart up when he drew her toward the kitchen. “So, he taught you Kung Fu?” he asked, smile a little wry.

Celine chuckled but nodded. “Not Charles, but yes, he had someone teach me. The disciplines behind Shaolin Kung Fu, the Zen, the Buddhism, it all helped me learn to control myself. Control is essential. I added on from there.”

“No going hog wild for you then?” he teased lightly, heading for the coffee pot. When silence was his answer, he looked up only to find her eyes glazed, memories flitting behind them as devastation coated her face.

“Celine?” he called cautiously, moving toward her.

Tears had gathered on her lashes by the time he’d taken the three steps he needed. “Celine, baby. Come back, darling.” Cupping her face, he gently stroked his thumbs over her cheeks.

Her hands wrapped around his wrists, an action he felt right to the core. “Steve?”

“Yeah, Celine. I’m here.”

Her breath hitched. “Did I… hurt anyone?”

“You were only gone seconds, sweetheart. Does that happen a lot?” He’d seen it before with Bucky when the memories and terrors of HYDRA drew him back in.

“Not anymore. Not in forever. What are you doing to me?” she whispered, fear in the words.

He frowned. “What do you mean?”

“You shake my foundations — you and Bucky. I haven’t had a flashback in years. Now, twice in less than twenty-four hours.”

So much fear filled her voice it physically hurt his heart. “I don’t know, Celine. But I’m here, we’re here if you want to talk about it.” He drew her in, wrapped his arms around her back and held on tight. The stiffness in her posture told him hugs where not something she was used to. It only made him hold her tighter.

“Steve… I still can’t be your friend,” she murmured, even as her arms went around his waist and her head landed on his chest.

He chuckled softly.

They’d see about that.

***

A few days later the team stood before the quinjet, waiting on Celine. The call had come in and the mission was a go. Take out a Hydra base and retrieve what intel they could.

Steve looked at the gathered Avengers and felt nervous for the first time in … years.

Celine, Tony, and Nat had formed a wary sort of truce. Tony, unbelievably, trying harder than even Steve had expected.

Apparently, Celine wasn’t just languages and fighting. She had enough tech nerd in her to speak Tony’s language. She wasn’t a hacker by any means, but she liked his lab and asked - according to Tony - not entirely stupid questions.

The rest had gotten on board and been much more accommodating. Celine had seemed to develop a bit of a kinship with Wanda. He couldn’t call it a friendship, not with how she protested about having friends, but they shared similar powers and had bonded over them. Celine’s ability to so thoroughly manipulate her chi had intrigued Wanda. The control Celine exhibited when she used it was effortless, something the Scarlet Witch longed for.

Working together, Wanda was making progress. It made her happy, which made Vision happy. He had no qualms about Celine at all. His polite and casual nature the easiest to get along with.

Sam and Scott had taken to teasing Celine, all in good fun of course, and she seemed to revel in the attention. Both treated her as if she’d been with them for years instead of days. Their easy acceptance had drawn her in and drawn peels of laughter from her at regular intervals.

Thor, big, boisterous, booming Thor, was having the hardest time. He was so determined to make friends; he was disconcerting her a little. His bigger than life ways had finally forced Steve to draw him aside and tell him to tone it down, an action which had caused the big blond to brood something fierce.

Peter’s return had brought forth the side of Celine he figured was her teacher side, for when Peter - the little spider as she called him - whined about his history homework, she’d been more than happy to assist.

But with the approach of this mission, she’d withdrawn again, preferring to spend her evenings alone no matter how hard he and Bucky had tried to coax her out.

When the doors opened, he and Buck looked up together.

Both were kitted out in their standard gear. Steve’s suit the stealth one for this evening mission. Bucky’s arm hidden beneath the sleeve of his black shirt, chest covered with the vest sent from Wakanda.

T’Challa had heard of Bucky’s injury and had a new vest made; this one lined fully with vibranium. There wasn’t a weak point in the design a lucky shot could slip through, even though both he and Bucky had assured the King of Wakanda it had been a complete fluke of a shot.

When Celine walked through the doors, they swallowed reflexively. Her dark suit, standard issue for all X-Men it seemed, fit her like a glove. A belt rode low on her hips, the X symbol seated in the center. Her hair had been pulled back in a low tail, sending the length cascading down her spine. Boots laced from ankle to knee appeared like lower leg armor with how the black leather gleamed.

But it was the lack of weapons which made them both frown.

“Ain’t you going a little light there, doll?” Bucky asked.

A smile, sharp and deadly, graced her face. “I don’t need weapons. I am the weapon.”

Her predatory look had a few of them stiffening, but Steve only cocked a brow. “If you say so, Celine.”

As the others piled onto the jet, Bucky took Celine by the elbow. “Tell me what to expect?”

“I already have.” She shook her head.

Tensions had been a little thick between the two of them since her spar with Bucky. Steve knew it was simply Bucky's protective side sandpapering across Celine’s independence, but he needed them to get it together before he sent them off on their own.

It was a weird feeling, partnering with someone besides Bucky. They knew each other like extensions of their own bodies. But Buck had made it perfectly clear he was going to have Celine’s back this first mission. Out of all of them, himself included, Bucky was the least phased when Celine did something supernatural.

The rest stopped to stare. Buck just kept on moving.

She'd been here four days.

He was pretty sure his friend was falling hard for the newest member of the team. It made him sigh in regret for Steve was developing his own feelings for the slightly broken beauty.

Neither of them had said a thing to the other, and neither would say a thing to Celine. Both had made the unspoken choice to keep those feelings locked away. Tightly away from the woman who could read auras and emotions. She didn't need the pressure when she was so shaken at the prospect of being friends.

“Celine, once more for the old guy. They say hearing and memory are the first things to go,” Steve said with a smirk.

“Don't go starting something I'll have to finish, punk,” Bucky snickered.

“Jerk.”

“Both of you are idiots,” Celine sighed. “Short version. I will give Stark his demo.”

“Looking forward to it, vampira!” Tony called.

She rolled her eyes. “Then, no matter what you see or hear, you do not touch me, Barnes, and you stay out of my way.”

“And if he gets in your way?” Nat called out from beside Sam.

“I may just eat him,” Celine crooned, eyes glowing softly.

Clearing his throat, Steve motioned for all of them to get moving, wondering just what it was about those words that they could have turned him on so strongly.

***

Steve had hand-picked the team for this mission, but Bucky wasn't too happy with it.

Nat, Wanda, and Sam were going to be dealing with Intel. Tony was flying the perimeter with Vision. He, Celine, Steve, and Peter were tasked with clearing the base. Thor had been called back to Asgard, Scott was doing something for Pym, and Clint was back home, for the time being, so they were a little short-handed.

It was a big base. A weapons facility housing some of HYDRAs newest designs. It was an important target, but he still didn't like it.

In the farthest corner, slightly darkened in shadow, Bucky sat brooding. Torn between having Steve's back and having Celine's, he’d chosen someone other than Steve for the first time… ever. It left him conflicted. If something happened to Steve while he was looking after Celine, he'd never forgive himself.

“Bucky?” Celine’s hand landed lightly on the back of his when she sat down beside him.

“Yeah?” he looked up and fell into amber eyes.

“Go with Steve.”

“No.”

She smiled sadly and touched his face. Her eyes gleamed. “Yes, it's what you need. Go with Steve and Peter. I work best alone.”

“Not happening, doll face,” he said with a shake of his head.

The colour of her eyes brightened as her hair darkened. “Yes… you will.”

A foggy feeling filled his head, and he jerked from her hold, anger written on his face. “Don't.”

“Bucky…”

His hand snaked to the back of her neck, clammed tight and jerked her close. His whisper was low and harsh with hurt and anger. “After I stood up for you, after what I told you in the park, you dare sneak into my head? That's fucked up, Celine. I don't know what shit you're trying to pull but stay the hell outta my mind.” He released her with a little shove.

Shame coated her features, and her hand fell to his chest. “I… forgive me, Bucky. You're hurting. I… I… can't stand it. Being the cause of your pain.” She bit her lip.

“Damn it, Celine,” he sighed. “I'll be fine. Steve will be fine. I ain't so sure about you.”

“Please go with Steve,” she pleaded softly. Eyes downcast she whispered, “I don't want you seeing… me.”

“Why are you so scared of yourself?” he asked, gently lifting her chin.

“My nature…” A tear glistened on her lashes.

He swept it from her cheek when it fell. “Your nature is only a piece of you. Only a part. I'm not scared of you, Celine.”

The jet touched down.

She got slowly to her feet, sorrow coating her before her entire demeanour changed. Lifting her head, it was like her face froze over. “You will be.” The ramp at the back of the jet opened, and Celine walked out.

“Buck? Everything alright?” Steve asked.

“I don't know, Steve. Ask me again when this is over.”

They followed Celine into the forest until she stopped short of the treeline. From the ridge overlooking the base, they studied the layout of this hidden HYDRA fortress.

“Kinda wish we had Bruce,” Sam muttered.

“He was worried he'd bring the whole mountain down,” Nat said.

“What’s the play, Celine?” Steve asked.

She pointed. “Four towers, four guards.” She walked to the cliff's edge. “We’re too far away. I need to be closer.” Before anyone could stop her, she walked off the edge of the cliff.

“Celine!” Bucky darted forward only to watch her land lightly in the snow roughly twenty feet down. “Jeez, woman!” Rolling his eyes, he stepped off after her, swiftly followed by the rest, as those who couldn't make the jump were assisted by those who could.

Peter swung down and landed beside Celine. “Wow! You just stepped off! So cool.”

Even now he made her smile. “Promise me, little spider, you will stay out of my way. I have not gotten you fully tuned out yet. I don't want to hurt you by accident.”

“No problem, Celine!” He was gone in a swing of webbing.

Close enough to see the first tower, Celine paused to wait for the others. In the heavy twilight of evening, she let her nature change, let herself become Styx.

When they arrived, she did not turn around. “Your demonstration, Stark.” She lifted her hand and closed her eyes. “Tell me now, what is my level of force?”

“Huh?” Tony asked.

Sighing, she said, “Incapacitate or Kill?”

“Incapacitate, always, as long as it won't leave you vulnerable,” Steve stated.

“Hm,” she hummed, lifting the other hand.

Celine blew out a breath, inhaled slowly, and closed her fists. Qi flowed in sparkles like icy snowflakes through the air to wrap around her hands. It hung there, glowing, before falling to the ground and disappearing into the snow, back into the energy of the earth with her lowered arms.

“Celine?” Bucky asked, moving closer.

“They are down.”

When he stopped directly behind her, he murmured, “Why didn't you feed?”

“Can't. No emotion. They were too calm.” She shook her head.

“Then let's stir things up for you, vampira!” Tony chuckled.

“Let the others get in position first, Tony,” Steve warned him.

“Yeah, yeah,” Tony grumbled.

Sam, Wanda, and Natasha all darted away, heading for the fence line.

When they glanced her direction, Celine turned her face away, keeping her eyes downcast and heavy-lidded.

Bucky frowned and took her by the elbow. “Dollface?”

“I’m fine,” she huffed, pulling her arm free. “What did I say about touching?”

He lifted his hands in surrender. She was so stiff; she looked ready to break while they waited.

He glanced at Steve, watched the man frown, clearly concerned, but all Bucky could do was shrug. Once it was all over, then and only then, would he be able to prove his words to Celine. Prove he saw her no differently now that he’d watched her work.

“In position,” said Sam.

“Let’s go, doll.” He turned to look at Celine, only to find her gone. “Fuck!” he hissed, following her tracks in the snow.

He stumbled to a stop when he found her. “Celine!” he hissed.

She was standing in the middle of the damn road, staring up at the gate.

“This is how I work, Bucky.” She turned her head to look at him, and his heart stuttered. The goddess from the lake was back. “Stay out of my way.” Her voice seared through him, bled power, made him ache.

Jerking himself back, he nodded. “Do it.”

She tilted her head, a smirk twitching her lips as she reached behind her and pulled the band from her hair. The long chestnut locks had already darkened, but they turned into sleek coils sparkling with stars once released. She snapped the band around her wrist and walked into the lights from the gates.

A spat of Russian was barked at her. “Kto tam? Kto ty? Halt!!”

…Who goes there? Who are you? Halt!...

“Skazhite mne, deystvitel'no li vy byli khoroshimi lyud'mi?” Her voice rippled on the air and seemed to pulse with power and life. The glow around her intensified.

… Tell me truly, have you been good men?...

“Ostanovites', ili my budem strelyat' v vas!”

…Stop, or we will shoot you!...

She laughed.

The sound sent trepidation screaming down his spine as Bucky moved through the trees, shadowing her. Her next words sent ice through his veins.

“Then shoot me.”

They opened fire.

Her hands swept up, the golden light of her barrier deflecting the bullets. She continued forward, striding into the danger as if she were walking through Central Park. Her hips swayed, and her hair billowed out behind her in a cloud of night. He couldn’t see her eyes, but he knew they would glow. Her pace quickened, and she broke into a run allowing her to leap straight up to the catwalk, well over fifteen feet in the air. Her shield shrank down to inches from her skin, and she grabbed the closest guard.

Bucky watched as she dragged him in, holding his arm down while the man unloaded his weapon at her feet. He hadn’t known what to expect when it came to feeding, but when she pulled the man in, tilted her head, and opened her mouth inches from his, Bucky hadn’t expected it to look like a lover’s embrace. If not for the people running, trying to shoot her, or the screaming, he would have been strangely aroused by the whole thing.

She dropped the first guard, licked her lips like she’d eaten something delicious - sending a shot of heat straight to Bucky’s groin - and turned to face the others. This time when she reached out, the golden chi flowed to her in streams laced with reds and blacks. In seconds the five men on the gate were down.

She looked to where he stood stunned. “Coming, soldier?”

“Yeah,” he smirked, seeming to surprise her. He ran up the hood of a nearby truck, gave a heave of effort, and landed behind her with enough force to shake the structure. Explosions and gunfire were coming from everywhere, but Bucky only had eyes for her. “Shall we… Styx?”

A predatory smile appeared, one that flashed a set of wickedly sharp canines. Had she always had fangs?

“As I’m doing all the work… it would be nice to get a hand.” She sauntered away, her ass looking spectacular in those tight pants.

He was so turned on; Bucky had to fight not to react physically. “Just making sure you ain’t hungry, doll face before I start shooting people.”

A hand flicked in the air, dismissing him soundly. Her sultry voice called back, “I am satiated for the moment.”

He shot the man coming out the door, the bullet singing past her ear.

She stopped, turned, glared at him.

Bucky smiled and shrugged.

“And if you’d missed?”

“Darlin’, I don’t miss… ever.” He winked at her.

Rolling her eyes, she slammed through the door, the golden light of her barrier going before her. A hard crash and groan were heard as she took out the guards waiting, throwing them into the walls.

“But if you had?” she quipped.

“You’re all glowy, Styx. Ain’t worried about clipping you with a bullet.” He whipped his arm up, deflecting the bullets aimed at him, shot three rounds back, and continued on, following her out into the main facility.

Celine gave her wrist a flick and her shield extended to encase Bucky.

He shivered when her chi passed over him. It was stupid how turned on he was. How ridiculously sexy he found her at this moment. “Can I shoot through this?”

“Hm,” she hummed, leaning on the railing to glaring at the weapons on the floor below. “Only if you wish to blow us up. Look.”

Bucky looked down and swore. “Fuck.” He brought his hand to his ear. “Steve! We’ve got a problem.”

“What’s that?” Steve’s voice was as calm as ever.

It made him feel better. Steve wasn’t struggling; his breathing wasn’t laboured, meaning whatever he was facing was minimal work for Cap.

“We gotta shit ton of WMD’s in here. Some seem chemical in nature.” A few of the bigger shells had containers in the middle filled with a grey fog.

“Damn it,” Steve hissed. “Any ideas?”

“Celine’s up to something. Stand by.”

Beside him, Celine had already pulled out her phone and was taking pictures. “Hold this. Answer it when he calls.” She handed Bucky her phone, walked a few paces away, and lifted her hands. She appeared to connect with every person within the space of the warehouse and then pulled.

Chi of all colours flowed into Celine, wrapping her in a rainbow. It was beautiful and a little terrifying when Bucky looked away, only to watch a handful of bodies fall. They all just… slumped to the ground, no resistance, just down as if they’d been hit in the head.

“Wow,” he muttered, sliding his finger over the phone when it buzzed in his hand. “Yeah?”

A beat of silence came before the person on the other end of the phone said, “I’m looking for Celine?”

“She’s busy. I’m Bucky.”

“Ah, the Winter Soldier.”

“Former,” he grumbled, watching as Celine slowly inhaled. She seemed to grow darker as she did, her hair becoming a veil of night, her nails growing into talons, but damn if she didn’t become even more beautiful.

“Hm, indeed. Hank McCoy. They call me Beast. Celine sent some interesting pictures.”

“Any idea what we’re dealing with?” he asked, heading for the stairs to get a closer look.

“Chemical weapon, for sure. I’d need to get a sample to tell you what kind.”

“We can do that.” He weaved through the tables, approaching the gas canisters.

Appearing at his side, Celine held out her hand. “Hey, Blue Boy,” she smirked when Bucky handed back the phone.

“Beauty, you keeping them Avengers in line?” he chuckled.

“You know it, Beast.” She glanced at Bucky.

He only arched his brow. “Beauty and the Beast?”

She shrugged. “Standard collection?”

“Anything and everything you can get your paws on, Celine.”

“Gotcha.” She hung up the phone and tucked it away.

“Standard collection?” Bucky asked.

“Not the first time I’ve come across things of a... curious nature. I collect what I can and take it back for Hank to sort through. Between him and his staff, they’ll figure it out.” She glanced his direction and took a step away from him.

Saying nothing, even though he wanted to, Bucky began searching through the shit on the table, working his way down all the weapons. “Damn, there’s a lot.”

“They radiate death,” Celine murmured, hand hovering over the tops.

“You can tell?”

“Hm,” she hummed, nodding.

“Nat,” he said, hand going to his ear. “You in those files yet?”

Gunfire came back through his com before she muttered, “Working on it!”

“We got some kind of chemical weapons here. You need to get everything you can.”

“Don’t I always?” she sniped.

Bucky headed for the structure which looked rather office-like in the center of the warehouse.

“We’re circling around to you,” came Steve’s voice.

It didn’t surprise him Cap would want to see what they’d found for himself. Bucky started digging through the papers and pulled free a few which looked promising. Finding a notebook in a drawer full of test notes, he swore again when he figured out what they were dealing with. “It’s aimed at mutants.”

“Huh?” asked Steve, jogging through the door.

“The chemical compound. It’s aimed at mutants. Does something to the gene.” He held up the notebook. “I don’t understand enough of the medical jargon to get more than a gist.”

Looking past Bucky, Steve frowned. “Where's Celine?”

“She was right… fuck!” Bucky snapped. “She needs to stop doing that!” He tucked the notebook away and picked up one of the shells as he went. “Some guy named Hank wants them.”

“Hank McCoy. Bruce equivalent except he's permanently blue and furry, not green and angry,” Celine called from her perch on top of a tank.

“Whatcha doing up there, doll?” Steve called.

“Leaving a parting gift.” She held up the string of explosives.

“That a smart idea?” Bucky asked, following Steve up to crouch across from her.

“I've already set another string under the gas canisters. Get Stark to launch a few of those missiles of his, and there will be enough heat and flame to destroy everything.”

“You sure?” Steve questioned.

“Hank texted me.”

When Peter swung down, landing on the edge of the tank, Celine jerked away, causing her hair to fall forward and hiding her face from view.

“Wow! Celine!” Still, Parker’s voice held a wealth of reverence.

“Thought I told you to watch the doors?” Steve said.

“Yeah, yeah. You guys were just taking forever.” Peter bent to see her clearer. “I cleared out all the people Celine took out. Figure we'd be blowing this place sky high.”

She tucked her face farther down. “Let's go then. Tony can set these off once we're out.” She turned away from Peter and jumped off the side of the tank, an action which put a good chunk of distance between them.

“Parker, over the roof if you would,” Steve commanded.

Peter snapped to and nodded. “Yeah, sure thing, Cap.” He was gone in a sling of webbing.

Bucky exchanged a glance with Steve. “Puppy.”

“Completely,” Steve smirked. “Though you can't blame the kid.”

They stepped off the tank and jogged after Celine.

She was striding out the main exit when her hands came up in a blinding flash of power, deflecting the sniper's bullet at the last second. “Damn it! We missed one!”

Separating to either side of the door, Celine ended up beside Steve. “Eyes on the sniper? Anyone?”

“Not outta the building yet,” said Natasha.

“Dealing with something,” Tony remarked.

“I am dealing with the same something,” came Vision’s calm voice.

That could be just about anything at this rate, but there were an awful lot of explosions going off.

“I have him,” Celine said, her eyes coming open as she rounded away from Steve and charged out the door.

“Shit!” barked Steve.

“Fuck!” swore Bucky.

“Celine!” hollered Peter. He was swinging off the roof before anyone could stop him, heading straight for Celine.

***

She looked up. “No!”

The sniper's attention shifted from her, turned to Peter, and fired. The bullet slammed into the little spider’s side and sent him crashing to the frozen ground.

Rage washed through her, residual from all the power she’d absorbed mixed with her own at seeing the sweet boy fall. “No!” Celine screamed, feeling the pain and terror of Peter, the one person she hadn't tuned out fill her as if it were her own.

Her power whipped up, swirled and circled as she threw her arms into the air, commanding, “Bring him to me!”

The dragon, the most powerful of her creatures, rushed away in a whisper of wind. It's giant maw opened but no sound emerged. The glow lit up the compound as the twisting writhing body flew over it, streaking up the side of the mountain like a comet. It circled and swooped, diving for its prey. A scream rent the air when the taloned hands of her dragon snatched up the sniper.

Swinging around and down, it returned, dropping the man in the snow before Celine. The dragon landed behind her, its coils writhing, kicking up snow, talons digging furrows in the ground. Made of only her energy he was quite transparent, yet he still struck fear into the hearts of those around her.

When she glided through the snow toward the terrified soldier, she unleashed the full fury of Styx upon him. Power rushed through her, lines of chi in shimmering colours of red and black, gold and white spun out, surrounding them in a cage no one would be coming through. The black lines slammed into the ground and erupted out beneath the man who’d shot Peter to lift him into the air.

“You would kill an innocent? Take the life of a boy!” she howled with rage, and the scream of the underworld seemed to roar with the voice of death.

His fear was complete. His terror so strong she could taste it on her tongue.

“The river of life flows through me.” Beckoning him forward, she drew him down until he hovered inches before her upturned face. She tugged the mask and helmet from his head, took his chin in her hand, and lifted his head up, so he was forced to look in her eyes. His were a murky brown full of fear which shifted swiftly into awe.

“What is your name?” she asked whisper soft.

“Al-Alexi…” he whimpered.

Celine caressed his cheek. “You stand at the crossroads, Alexi. At the doorway of death. Show me your life. Have you been a good man? Or did you do evil? What innocence have you taken?”

His aura shifted, darkened, showed the evil of his life, his depravities, the people he’d killed and how he’d enjoyed doing so.

“You are unworthy of this life!” she hissed, eyes blazing. “Do better in your next one!” Celine opened her mouth and drained him dry, pulled every ounce of chi from his body, while the screams of the underworld raged on the wind.

Darkness ripped an opening between the living realm and the dead, a river winding away into the land of night, and Celine lifted her hand. Her light held the darkness at bay, kept the things which should not return to the land of the living from spilling out into the world. With her opposite hand, she slammed her palm into Alexi’s chest and sent his soul through the doorway to find safe passage back into the river of life where, in time, he'd be reborn.

The doorway closed, the corpse dropped at her feet, and she snapped her hands out, releasing the cage and drawing her power back into her body.

The silence sounded too loud when she turned and started toward the form of Peter whose blood marred the snow beneath him.

Steve and Bucky stared at her, stiffening as she came closer. Their reactions seared pain through her heart and cleaved a new wound in her soul. But it was Peter, holding out his hand weakly, the fear in his aura screaming at her, who broke Celine in two.

“Peter, I can help you,” she said, stopping when he cringed away.

“NO! I... I’m okay… Celine…” He shook his head.

She clenched her fists and looked to Bucky and Steve knelt beside the little spider. Their faces were unreadable, but their auras were not.

A bitter laugh spilled from her lips, and she looked up at the others.

Tony and Vision gaped at her. Vision always so difficult to read looked at her with suspicion, distrust, and worry. Tony, hidden behind his suit screamed concern.

The other three, Wanda, Nat, and Sam looked at her with varying levels of shock, fear, and in Natasha’s case... triumph. The Black Widow had had her point proven rather spectacularly.

Nodding slowly, despair taking her breath away, Celine looked at the two super soldiers. “Now, now you see. Now you understand.” She called the dragon to her, allowing its coils to wrap her up, offer false comfort when her chi sank into her skin. It disappeared, and she walked away, heading back toward the jet.

She wasn’t needed anymore and staying would only make things worse.

Blood dripped into the snow from where her nails had pierced her palms.

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