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harveywritings92 · 3 years

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Fatgum x OC: The Adventures of Manly Sherlock & Wattson.

Summary: It all started when Kirishima finds a positive pregnancy test The Fatgum's agency bathroom, it's been a very slow week so him and his bro Denki are on the case the to find out whose pregnant.

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"Okay, I've compiled a list of suspects for us to interrogate, mostly girls we know and what guys they're intimate with."

"Why are Vi-shock and Fatgum crossed out?"

"Because my dear Denki, this *shows test in a zip-lock bag* is one of those clear-blue tests! I'm sure you've seen those commercials, they're supposed tell how far along in the lady is, It's says four weeks... That was during that charity auction for the children's hospital."

" Oh right, it can't be Santiago-san she was in Canada for her friend's wedding."

Kirishima nodded as they looked down at the list of suspects and who to question... first up!

Izuku and Casey:

(Casey got a summer job a secretary for while Fatgum's regular secretary was on vacation.)

Oh lord have mercy on these to poor nerds the second Denki flashed that pregnancy test in their faces and started grilling them on their private affairs, Casey managed to sputter out a meek "I'm not pregnant.." before going ghost white and fainting, while a red faced Izuku who caught her managing to stutter out that they can't be pregnant! they haven't even slept together... yet, the farthest they've gone is making-out! Kirishima was surprised to hear this little tidbit "What? but you were tellin' Me and Uraraka that the two of you sleep together all th-" Then penny dropped at the redhead caught on awkwardly scratching the back of his head. "Oh! you meant sleeping as in actual sleep, not..." Izuku shot him a look that screamed please leave and saw his eyes flash he was getting mad. " Ok Well, we'll just be going now!" he and Denki ran leaving the flustered couple to cool down.

{Izuku and Casey}

Shoto and Saika

Long story short Shoto was on patrol during the event and Saika was home sick, so it couldn't have be them, they always used protection then the Bi-haired teen shot the mystery solving duo a look that could both boil and flash freeze the sea in a second. which scared off Denki and Kirishima.

Shoto and Saika

Katsuki and Kaya:

(Kaya is also interning with Fatgum)

"OH HELL NO! YOU HONESTLY THINK THAT I'D DO IT WITH MY GIRL WITHOUT WRAPPING IT?" the Ash blond raged while his girlfriend calmly sat next to him waiting for him to get it out of his system. "We always use protection and I have an BC implant." Kaya chimed while her boyfriend snarled at them. "AND EVEN IF I HAD KNOCKED HER UP, DO YOU TWO DUMDASSES HONESTLY THINK I'D BE ALIVE TALKING TO YOU RIGHT NOW?!?" his voice cracked a bit; Kaya sweat dropped as a frigid tidal-wave fear settled in causing the teens to shiver... Bakugou had a point, if he had gotten Kaya pregnant, All-might would've killed him and Dabi would see to it that no one will ever find his body...which would be nothing but a pile of dust blowing in the wind!

(Dabi's reformed in this, and is living with his aunt and uncle as he wants nothing to do with Enji.)

With that Denki and Kirishima sulked away defeated as Katsuki was grumbling to Kaya about what just and how those two idiots are gonna be screwed, Kaya hummed in agreement "All they gotta do is ask the wrong person and BAM! they're missing some teeth!" the honey blonde huffed as a frazzled Violet walked passed them on the street not paying attention to what the teens were talking about.

Katsuki and Kaya

Dabi and Nanami:

{Nanami briefly rented her services out to Fatgum while Tamaki was sick, she and Dabi went to the auction in place of Ame and Toshinori.)

Not gonna touch that one with a sixty foot pole Kaminari and Kirishima would like to live to see tomorrow thank-you... Plus they concluded that if Nanami were truly pregnant? they highly doubt Dabi would let her go off on her own doing dangerous mercenary work, essentially putting herself and their baby in danger.

He'd sooner bow his head to Endeavor before that’ll happen!

Dabi and Nanami

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After patrol

Denki and Eijirou had pretty much forgotten about the pregnancy test as patrol had picked expectantly, the teens collapsed on the couch exhausted while Fatgum was typing out their schedules for the next patrol, while enjoying a couple bags of chips as the yellow haired teen yawned reached into his pocket he felt the zip-lock bag with the pregnancy test just chilling there and then like that he remembered their investigation this afternoon.

"Whoa Wait, I forgot! Who the hell is pregnant bro??" He asked Kirishima who had also forgot about their little quest, the redhead sat right up and pulled out their list, as Fatgum froze mid type and looked at the teens aghast at what he had just heard. "Whadda talkin' bout now?!" he asked brows furrowed in concern that one of them was going tell the BMI hero; that Kaminari or Kirishima got a girl pregnant, A bunch of what ifs started filing through the blond's head and was freaking out!

Denki not reading the mood spoke up "Kirishima found a pregnancy test in the bathroom downstairs and we checked with all the girls who attended the auction four weeks ago, It wasn't any of them." Taishiro relaxed seeing that there wasn't going be some "Sidekick teen pregnancy scandal!" headlined in the news anytime soon... but then there was a knock at the door and Violet walks in with this nervous aura around her.

Tai broke into a big grin. "Darlin' Wha a surprise!" the red haired woman fidgeted with her shirt as she warily eyed Kirishima and Kaminari then looked back at her fiancé she bit her lip before taking a deep shaky breath. "h-Hey. Can we talk, maybe in private?" Violet murmured looking like she about to burst into tears, as her tall lover looked at her worried "Why? what's...."

A tense silence a fills the office as Taishiro's heart sped up as he recalled what Denki had said... *Four weeks...four weeks ago, Violet came back from her trip early and surprised him! they slipped away from the auction for a quickie...Taishiro couldn't remember if he wore a condom or not, he was so happy to see his dumpling again! * His face was stuck on stun, as their sidekicks stared at the couple jaws dropped.

Only for Taishiro to snapped out of it when saw how scared Violet was which confused him. D-did she think he doesn't want it??? Why would she think that? they've talked about having kids befo-...he then remembered the two teens gawking and the tall blond realized this wasn't the right environment to discuss this! "Ah... boys you got the day off tomorrow!" he announced ordering them out of the room before getting on the intercom and telling everyone to pack up, they were closing down early for the night!

Taishiro made sure everyone was gone before sitting down and talking to Violet for the first hour or so, it felt surreal at first! it was most when had she suspected she was pregnant and if the test was accurate or not? "I'm not really sure, I just started craving watermelon and cream cheese...things started connecting from there." She wasn't really sure how reliable that test was, but she had set a doctor's appointment for tomorrow, the blond noticed she was still nervous about this whole thing, hell! He was nervous about this whole thing!

*A dad...* he chuckled as blush and wide smile adorned his features *'m' gonna be a dad!* he felt warm and fuzzy as he put his palm on Violet's soft tummy there's a little jellybean in there... "S-so you're mad at me?" Taishiro's bubble was deflated for a second as his yellows eyes met met with his fiancée's nervous gaze. "course not! Why I be mad? yer giving me a gift 've only thought would be happen in my dreams." he said kissing Violet's hair, her forehead, her cheek, saving her tummy for last, causing her breakdown in into happy tears as she'd been freaking out all day, so much so that she was mentally preparing herself for rejection, being a pro-hero is serious business and a lot of people would rather choose their careers and fame over having a family and both Taishiro and Violet had seen from the sidelines what that does to people.

Taishiro assured Violet that this was what he wanted and nothing was going change that, he was going to be there for every step of the way! there were a lot of congratulations throw around when news got around about the pregnancy. Taishiro was very doting and protective of Violet at her belly got bigger, he even hired Dabi of all people to be her bodyguard when he was unavailable, the ex-villain turned freelancer made sure no one messed with her while she was out and about, if he did see someone looking at her funny; once they realized who he was they'd back off unless they wanted to be a pile ash.

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Cut to 9 months later in the dead of winter after a heavy snowstorm; there's a photo of Dabi circulating, consisting of him posing in front of a sleeping Violet whose being held by Fatgum, while she's holding a baby, swaddled in said ex-villain's jacket while an ambulance arrives in the background with the caption: [It's a girl!] which is published in the news papers. ["Ex-Villain delivers Pro-hero's baby in freak snowstorm!"]

#boku no hero fic #boku no hero academia #BNHA oc: Violet Santiago #taishiro toyomitsu x oc #taishiro toyomitsu #fatgum #fatgum x oc #bnha dabi #touya todoroki #katsuki bakugou #izuku midoriya #todoroki shoto #kaminari denki #kirishima eijirou #Boku no hero academia OC

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writingsteph · 4 years

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This is kind of a weird request... for the mal and christen thing (or christen x reader insert if you’d like; I like both), could there be a thing where christen gets jelly when some other person starts become like a mama bear and takes care of mal (or the reader if you do it), bc christen was away for a bit. When she comes back she notices that even though their baby is happy she’s back, she also likes being around the other mama bear. Chris gets jelly and insecure, but her baby chooses her.

Here you go! Also, imagine a world where the whole USNWT team always live together? What?! I wish lol....I didn’t explain why Christen was gone just imagine that for yourself I suppose.

Christen scanned the airport after exiting her plane. It’d been a hard two weeks away from her team, but it was especially hard to be away from their youngest forward. Her Mal Bear. They’d texted and called each other but it just wasn’t enough for the more experienced player. She couldn’t wait to spend time with her.

“Christen! Chris! Mama!” The older woman’s ears found Mal before her eyes could. Her legs sped up and finally she saw Mallory with Kelly just a few steps behind. The girl was wearing short jean shorts and a large Nike tshirt that almost swallowed her whole. A sight that the older forward had sorely missed. Press stopped, dropping her bag and bending down with her arms open for the girl.

Mallory jumped into them and felt as Christen easily stood up while holding her. “I missed you Mal Pal.”

Mallory only responded by nuzzling into the woman’s shoulder. She’d missed her mama Press too!

Christen looked over while adjusting Mallory in her arms, placing her on her hip, “Hey Kelly.”

Kelly smiled wide. Mallory was such a mama’s girl. She did her best to keep it hidden from the younger players on the team but all of the veterans knew their dynamic well, “We all missed you over here.” She grabbed the woman’s bag and led them towards the car, “Mal and I had a lot of fun though.”

“We did!” Mallory moved her head up from Christen’s shoulder excitedly, “Kelly and I played lotsa pranks. It was so fun!”

Press chuckled and shook her head, “Did you get aunty Tobin good?”

“Yeah! She fell when we scared her and I almost peed my pants laughing.” Mallory started giggling just thinking about it, “Aunty Tobin was so mad she wrestled aunt Kelley to the floor!”

“Yeah and gave me a whole bruise!” Kelly chimed in clumsily placing Christen’s luggage in the car. Christen patted Mallory’s bottom softly as Kelley adjusted the luggage in the trunk.

“Alright ladybug, time to put you down so we can get in the car.”

Mallory whined but allowed the movement, “Can I get shotgun?” She asked Christen. The older woman hid her surprise, she had fully expected the girl to want to sit with her in the back, “Sure, baby. Go ahead.”

The whole way to the hotel Mallory kept telling stories about all the things she and Kelley did. Christen listened intently and laughed along, but there was a twinge of jealousy at the center of her chest. It seemed that they were inseperable. And honestly, Kelley was a free spirit and playful in a way that Christen wasn’t.

Doubt bubbled up in her stomach. Did Mallory prefer Kelly over her now?

Shit, stop thinking like that!

Once at the hotel, Christen dropped her things off in her designated room, feeling rather sullen. Mallory had told her motherly figure that she would be in Kelley’s room.

“I’ll leave the door open for you, if you wanna join us.” Kelly offered, “We’re trying to finish this series we started. Well, more like binge, but you know what I mean.”

They had three days off before training started and Christen had wanted to spend as much of it with Mallory as she could, but it seemed her little one had other plans. Taking it on the chin, Christen acted as if it didn't bother her. Worst of all, when she went to check on them Mallory was cuddled into Kelly’s side!

Kelly put a finger up to her lips, “She’s sleepy.” The defender whispered, running her hands through Mallory’s hair, the teenager’s eyes were fluttering open and closed.

Christen stood by the wall, a forlorn smile on her face. Her little one looked so small and vulnerable, “Can you make sure she doesn’t sleep more than an two hours? She’ll sleep for days if I let her.”

“No worries.” Kelly nodded, her voice still hushed, “I know she’s a pill to get to sleep so I usually only let her take 45 minute naps.”

Christen swallowed the lump in her throat, “She’s been sleeping with you?” Mallory hadn’t mentioned that.

“At first it was because she really missed you and Tobin wasn’t around. Now, she just comes into my room because it’s closer than Tobin’s.”

“Aunnnttiiieeeee.” Mallory moaned. All this noise was bothering her!, “Sleeeeepppyyy.”

Kelly chuckled, “Okay baby. Take a nap. I’m sorry, we’ll stop talking.”

Christen took in a breath and walked further in, only to give her little one a small kiss before walking back out. All the while she wished it could be her in Kelly’s place. She wanted to be the one cuddling her ladybug.

“Well if it isn’t my bestest BEST friend.” She heard Tobin’s voice the moment she opened her room door.

That certainly made Christen smile. Shoulders that were once tense, fell to a relaxed position as she moved to hug the midfielder.

“What’s wrong Press? I saw your face when you walked in that door. It was like someone ran over your puppy or something.”

Christen sighed, letting herself fall onto the bed. Tobin copied her position, “Mallory seems so....enamored, with Kelly.”

Tobin smirked a bit. Ahhh, yes. Press was jealous. “She’s been spending a lot of time with her. But mostly because Kelly is crazy and keeps Mal laughing.”

“But it seems more than that. She’s taking a nap with her, and they held hands walking into the hotel. I just, I don’t know, it’s been two weeks since I’ve seen her! And, and it seems like she doesn’t need me.”

Tobin shook her head and turned to lazily place an arm around Christen’s body, “C, let me tell you how far from the truth that is. When we landed earlier than you did and it hit her that you wouldn’t be here for a while she was a mess. She broke down crying and was going to call you but Lindsey had teased her for it.”

Christen sat up, feeling incredibly protective, “Why didn’t you tell me?!”

“Whoah, whoah, whoah. Let me finish telling you everything, THEN you can rake me over the coals.”

The forward narrowed her eyes at her friend, “Fine. Continue.”

“You know how your Mal Pal is about the girls catching her at her most childish. Kelly came to the rescue though. She scolded Lindsey reminding her that she always cries when tournaments are over and we part ways. Mal kind of stuck to her after that. But Kelly and me have had to console her about the fact that you haven’t been here about 3 times at least.”

“I don’t understand why she didnt call me to tell me. I told her she could text or call me if she missed me!” Christen sighed, feeling awful that Mallory had been struggling as much as she had and hiding it.

“Because you know she tries hard to act tough.”

Christen let out an exasperated huff, “I dare Lindsey to make fun of her in front of me. If she hadn’t bruised my baby girl’s ego, she would’ve called me. God damn it.”

Tobin rolled her eyes, “Don’t worry, when I caught Linds in the hallway by herself I set her straight.”

Press rose her eyebrow curiously, “What did you do?”

“I gave her a few smacks to her seat, just like Hope used to do with me when I got out of line.” She was thoroughly embarrassed and apologetic, I don’t think she’ll be making fun of Mallory about her missing you again.

“Good.” Press murmured, laying right back down.

Ten minutes later Tobin had convinced Press to come to the pool. Christen had just put on her bikini top when a knock on her door was heard. She moved to open it clad in her shorts and white bikini top. She was surprised to see Kelly, but her worried look set her on edge, “Hey Kels. Is everything okay?”

“Mal had a bit of a bad dream and she wanted me to get you. I called your phone but you didn’t answer.”

Her phone was still on airplane mode. She had completely forgotten to turn it off! Not thinking twice Christen told Tobin to go on without her and left the room with Kelly behind.

The midfielder shook her head, “I could’ve guessed that. Give her a kiss from me!”

“Mally, sweetheart?” Christen came in and saw her baby in the middle of the bed crying. She knew that the girl had just worked herself up even more since having woken up from the dream. Her face was red and she was sweating.

Hearing Christen’s concerned voice was all Mal needed to break down even more. She wanted her mommy to make everything better. Aunt Kelly tried, but it just wasn’t the same, and she didn’t have to settle for her aunties because Christen was here now!

Her cries turned harder and she outstretched her hands, “M-ma-ma!! Ihadabaddreaaammm!!!”

“Oh honey.” Christen cooed sitting on the bed, “Shhhh. Mama’s here. It’s okay.” She rocked the girl in her arms, “It must’ve been a scary one, huh?”

There was no place like mama’s arms, “Y-yes!! You, you had to leave again, mama!!” She cried some more and tightened her hold onto Christen.

“I’m gonna get her some water.” Kelly said quietly, hoping to give the mother and daughter some privacy.

Press’ heart sagged. Her poor baby. She hated that she had ever even thought that her place in Mal’s life was replaceable. They needed each other.

“I’m not leaving. I’m right here. Hmmmm? You see me, right?”

Mallory nodded as she hiccupped.

“And you can hear me and I’m right here hugging you and giving you snuggles just like my little Mal Bear likes!” She shook them both a little making Mallory giggle through her cries.

“I missed you so much mommy.” Mallory finally admitted.

“Oh Mallie, I missed you so much too.” Christen felt the tears in her eyes. She tried to will them back. Maybe she hadn’t realized how much she missed Mallory as well. They stayed in this embrace until Mallory’s cries waned. Kelly had dropped the water off and decided to leave them alone, giving Christen a wink as she closed the door.

The motherly figure gave the teen’s forehead a gentle kiss, “Let’s get you out of that t shirt honey. You’re so sweaty.”

Mallory complied and lifted her arms as Christen manuevered the shirt off of her, leaving the child in a sports bra and fruit covered panties. Christen held in her eye roll. Mallory preferred having as little material as possible on her legs and when in the comfort of a room she’d shed her bottoms immediately.

“Did you take your shorts off, love?”

“Mhm.” Mal answered rubbing her eyes. She had finally noticed Christen’s attire, “Are you going swimming mama?” Her voice was hoarse from crying.

“Nope! I’m staying with you.”

“Can we go to your room? And can I put one of your shirts on?” Mallory asked shyly. Christen’s scent soothed her.

“Of course babe.” Christen found the girl’s shorts and handed them to her. The girl put them on and stared sadly at the hand that Press offered for her to take.

“What’s wrong ladybug?”

“Can you carry me?”

“Always.”

#uswnt imagines #uswnt fic #mama press #baby mal #christen press #mallory pugh #christen press x Mallory pugh

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lailaliquorice · 4 years

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may we all be so lucky

We’re back babey!! I haven’t been able to write in a few months because I’ve been so busy with uni and theatre things but believe me I never left the fandom, I’ve still been stockpiling ideas and now my exams are over I’ve had time to write one at last. I’m amazed by how quickly I wrote this. Clearly I love these characters just as much as I ever did.

Here is some very soft Aragon as I’ve promised several people, going back to my routes and writing the mother/daughter aspect of Boleyn (no Aralyn today!). Two prompts combined for this one, the first from an anon being “It’s icy outside– also, can you help me limp to the couch?” and the second from @impossibleclair being 'you look like you could use a hug'. Thank you both!!!

Also tagging @qualquercoisa945 bc I think Maria had an excitement induced heart attack when I told them I was writing again. I love you sweetheart <3

Winter had always been a time of reflection for Catherine of Aragon. Not only did the Christmas period naturally bring around a time for reflecting on her religion and her relationship with Christ, since her second chance at life it had also become a time to reflect on her relationships with herself and those around her. Both Anne and Maria could attest that Catherine was a completely different person nowadays than she had ever been back then, something which she privately thought was for the best, and she knew within herself that she felt happier than she had ever felt in her old life. There were still days she thought she didn’t deserve it, but for the most part she was learning to take what God had been gracious enough to give her and simply enjoy it.

In terms of the friendships she’d formed in this life, it was even easier to see how different they were compared to before. Then she’d only had one true friend in Maria, without doubt the truest friend she would ever have in that life or any other, whereas now she could feel comfortable of her place in the circle of friends that had formed around her. That seemed to grow closer around winter too; everyone’s hearts were lighter, their smiles brighter, and she always wished those warm times could last forever.

There was one drawback to the cold spells though. Catherine had never quite adjusted her body temperature from the Spanish heat she hadn’t felt in centuries, and even though it was warm inside the cold outside their door wouldn’t let itself be forgotten about.

Upon opening the fridge door first thing in the morning, dressing gown wrapped tightly around herself like a shield against the cold kitchen, she didn’t bother holding in her groan at discovering they had no milk left. Her normal breakfast consisted of a cup of green tea and a bowl of porridge and that was hopeless if there was no milk, meaning she would either have to break the routine she’d had set in stone since barely a month into modern life or brave a frosty walk to the corner shop.

After pursing her lips and staring at the empty spot in the fridge door for a few seconds her decision was made. She let her frustration get the better of her for a moment as she gave the door an unwarranted slam, grumbling under her breath as she exchanged her dressing gown for a thick coat decided sweatpants were good enough to leave the house in that once. But she’d barely walked past the driveway of the house before her annoyance disappeared in an instant at the sight of someone heading towards her.

Anne was also wearing a winter coat with what looked like pyjama bottoms and a rucksack on her back, arms wrapped tightly around her torso and her head bowed against the wind. What worried Catherine more than the question of what Anne was doing walking home at a time she wasn’t normally out of bed though was just how she was walking; unsteadily, clearly favouring one leg and barely putting any weight on the other foot at all.

She looked up when Catherine called her name, the smile on her face not entirely succeeding in hiding the pained look in her eyes. “Morning!” she chirped brightly, attempting without much luck to walk normally now she knew Catherine was watching her. “What brings you out- woah-“

Catherine surged forwards to catch her as her bad leg gave way, just about managing to keep them both from falling down. “I think a better question is what brings you out here, and what in God’s name you’ve done?” she asked, her voice serious in the hope that Anne wouldn’t keep trying to play it off.

“It’s icy out here – also, can you help me limp to the sofa?” Anne responded with a sheepish grin.

Despite her worry, Catherine couldn’t help but laugh dryly as she nodded. Anne clung onto Catherine’s shoulder as she hopped alongside her on the thankfully short trip back to the house, clearly grateful for Catherine’s arm tight around her waist. Once Anne had been deposited carefully onto the sofa in the living room and their coats shed, her voice left no room for refusal as she asked “What really happened then?”

Anne shrugged. “Like I said really. Ground was icy, I didn’t notice, I slipped over and landed on my leg. And now my knee and ankle won’t hold up.” She eased her boots off as she spoke, moving painstakingly slow as she pulled her sock off to reveal a purple bruise already spreading across a swollen foot.

“That looks bad, you must’ve gone down very hard” she murmured quietly. She winced in sympathy when Anne rolled her pyjama bottoms to reveal similar bruises forming on the side of her knee. “Let me go and get the first aid kit, I’ll be back in a minute.”

She didn’t wait for Anne’s noise of acknowledgement before hurrying into the kitchen, keen to get an icepack on both injuries as soon as possible to hopefully keep them from getting worse. Her idea to make a hot chocolate for each of them was quickly ended when she remembered they still had no milk, the whole reason she’d been out in the street to find Anne in the first place, but still flicked the kettle on for her customary green tea.

The sound of the kettle boiling meant she didn’t hear Anne creeping into the kitchen until there was a loud thud behind her. Catherine whirled around expecting the worst, but was instead greeted by Anne gripping onto the worktop with her rucksack crashed onto the floor. “Sorry if I scared you, just had a wobble and dropped my bag,” she blurted out before Catherine could say anything.

“Fine, but please let me help you,” Catherine insisted, taking Anne by the elbow and leading her slowly to sit down at the table. A hint of amusement crept into her tone as she added “What do you have in that bag anyway for it to make that much noise?”

Anne brightened considerably as she pulled her rucksack onto her lap and unzipped it. “Milk!” she said triumphantly, pulling out a fresh carton of milk and setting it down loudly on the table. “I used the rest last night and knew you weren’t gonna want to go get more first thing, I know you don’t like the cold. So I thought I’d go get some before you woke up.”

Catherine was rendered speechless for a moment by how thoughtful Anne had been, before she gave her a warm smile. “Thank you,” she said genuinely, glancing towards the kettle as she asked “Now I can make us some hot chocolate if you’d like?”

“Yes please! You always make it best.”

The switch on the kettle flicked off just as Anne spoke, and Catherine took the milk from her before busying herself with finding Anne’s favourite mug from the cupboard and making both their drinks. She placed both of them down on the table beside Anne before she went back to rounding up medical supplies, eventually sitting down beside her with two ice packs and a few things taken from the first aid kit.

“Let me see?” she asked gently, helping Anne lift her leg to rest her foot in Catherine’s lap.

Anne was quiet as Catherine examined her ankle, barely a wince crossing her face as she carefully manipulated the joint to assess the extent of the damage. She just sat quietly sipping her hot chocolate, pale hands wrapped around the mug and her eyes never straying from Catherine’s hands.

Eventually Catherine was happy with her conclusion that it was only a sprain, humming contentedly as she picked up the jar of bruise healing balm that was in constant high demand in a house full of dancers. “Well I don’t think we’ll need a hospital trip this morning,” she joked lightly, not missing how Anne’s chest practically deflated at the news.

“Not broken?” Anne asked quietly.

“Not broken,” Catherine confirmed. After gently spreading some of the balm over the worst of the swelling, she wrapped an ice pack in a tea towel and secured it over Anne’s ankle with a length of bandage material before doing the same to her knee injury. “All finished. How are you feeling?”

Anne pulled a face. “Bloody stupid, that’s how I’m feeling.”

Smiling over the rim of her mug as she took a sip of her drink, Catherine shook her head in fond exasperation. “I meant how is your leg feeling,” she corrected, emphasising the leg as she pointed down at the puffy ankle still resting on Catherine’s lap.

“Oh. Hurts a bit but the ice is helping,” Anne said. There was a beat of silence before she added “Still feel stupid though. I wanted to surprise you and I would’ve gotten away for it too if it weren’t for that meddling ice.”

Catherine laughed at that, matching Anne’s triumphant grin with a beaming smile of her own. “It’s a good thing I’m here and not Jane or I doubt she would get that reference,” she pointed out, making Anne giggle too. Jane’s inability to grasp pop culture references was something they always lightly made fun of, though never without showing her what they meant afterwards.

Their laughter was interrupted with a gasp of pain from Anne as she unthinkingly jostled her ankle, Catherine placing a hand lightly on her shin to help keep her leg still. “Let me get you some painkillers,” she said, lifting Anne’s foot off her lap with the utmost care and placing it back on the chair before returning to the medicine cabinet.

Anne was silent as she took the painkillers with her hot chocolate, hiding behind her mug and refusing to meet Catherine’s eye. “Are you ok?” Catherine asked more seriously, not believing Anne’s quick nod in the slightest. “You look like you could use a hug.”

“Yes please.” Anne’s voice cracked with those two short words.

Careful not to knock her leg again, Catherine leaned down and let Anne throw her arms around her neck. She didn’t react when she heard quiet sobs next to her ear, just rubbed soothing circles into Anne’s upper back as she cried herself out. It was easy to comfort her as Catherine’s maternal instincts rose up and held the younger girl close to her chest; she wasn’t always the most tactile of the group, always wrestling with her physical boundaries, but when one of her family needed her she would always be there to provide whatever they needed.

“Sorry,” Anne whimpered after a while as she drew back, rubbing shaky hands beneath her eyes. “I just don’t like being in pain. It’s scary after… after back then.”

Kneeling down to place a comforting hand on Anne’s uninjured knee, Catherine nodded in understanding. “I know babes, I know,” she said soothingly, reaching up without thinking to catch the tears that continued to fall down Anne’s cheek. “But I’m here, and you’re going to be ok. Give it a couple of weeks and you’ll be good as new.” She knew Anne knew that really, but in her fragile state she also knew that the reminder would give her something to cling onto.

Anne nodded. “Yeah. Thank you.”

There was a shyness in Anne’s small voice then that was very rarely heard, and Catherine gave her a motherly smile. “You’re welcome,” she said softly.

Glancing at the kitchen clock, Catherine knew that they would probably have a couple more hours until any of the other queens came downstairs. It was their weekly day off which meant that only Jane and Catherine were usually awake before midday, but Jane had been harbouring the beginnings of a cold all week and was probably taking the opportunity for some extra rest and she had Anne with her instead. So she looked back over at Anne and suggested “Would you like to watch a film or two? We can get the blanket out and rest on the sofa for a while.”

It was a task getting Anne back into the living room without causing her too much pain, but after a few challenging minutes they were sat on the sofa with a favourite Disney movie of Anne’s playing and the thick movie night blanket spread over both of them. Anne hummed happily as she curled into Catherine’s side during the opening credits, prompting Catherine to wrap an arm around her shoulders and let Anne rest her head on her collar. It reminded Catherine of how she’d held Mary long ago, the pair of them watching a hunt from the window of their quarters, a rare moment where she’d been more like her current self than most people had ever seen back then.

As Anne’s breathing evened out indicating she’d fallen asleep, Catherine thought back to when they’d first been reincarnated and she and Anne could hardly bear to be in the same room as each other. Getting locked in the costume room together after a show by accident had finally made them break down their barriers and now they were here.

‘I don’t know how I got this lucky’, Catherine thought as she rested her head atop Anne’s hair, ‘but I wouldn’t change this for all the world’.

#six the musical #six the musical fanfiction #six the musical fanfic #catherine of aragon #anne boleyn #laila's writing

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Scribbled this out for the Werewolf!Lily AU Thing, both a scene and devnotes

A/N: Haven’t posted this anywhere, but scribbled out a scene thing. Tried to strike a balance between normal amounts of teen self-centeredness and a little smidge of self-awareness but not enough to be too unrealistic? Maybe some unreliable narrator things (isn’t everyone technically an unreliable narrator?)

Untitled Werewolf!Lily AU Scribble: Sometimes Lily Evans stares up at the ceiling of her dorm not feeling like much of a Gryffindor.

She never tells anyone of these feelings of course, not even her friends; the teen gets up to pace the room, abandoning the open potions’ text and a half-written essay on her bed.

Why just this past afternoon she’d cancelled another after-hours’ meeting with Severus, citing some House busyness she couldn’t afford to miss, because what is she supposed to say really? ‘Hey, your so-called ‘well-bred’ arsehole friends probably want me dead or worse, can you not kiss up to them by parroting them, pretty please? Oh by the by, I can’t tell if you’re actually being serious when you parrot their beliefs? It scares me, would you stop?’

Lily should probably say that, she really should, but she doesn’t and she hasn’t; and Severus either hasn’t noticed or has and doesn’t care, and Lily wants to avoid thinking too hard about which of those options hurt the most.

…

All of a sudden, the room and its cheerfully-decorated walls feel too small.

Mary, Marlene and Ava weren’t in for the night yet, somewhat fortuitous that Lily hadn’t even gotten ready for bed yet, still clad in her day clothes she slips into her shoes and pockets her wand before slipping out for a walk that is sure to break curfew; passing through a largely empty Common Room into an equally-abandoned hallway.

A few lost points is better than stewing in her thoughts all night, sleepless and unable to move without waking her housemates.

Lily is going to fucking scream if she doesn’t find a window soon.

The redhead walks with a purpose, chest tightening and shoulders heavy, hands pressed hard in her robe pockets, before finally turning a corner to a hallway with a wall that was nothing but big open windows, just as a familiar head of dark hair and secondhand robes turn the far corner.

Severus.

A strange mixture of relief, apprehension and guilt bubbles in Lily’s throat before she notices a strange glinting on the floor near an alcove opposite to the windows; she approaches it quickly before realizing what it is.

It was a knife.

Neatly folded into its shiny but nicked handle, glinting softly in the light of a quickly-setting sun, it wasn’t a secondhand knife for potions’ ingredient prep, no, but a switchblade the girl remembers well and fondly; stolen from an older boy back in Cokeworth. The day had been cloudy; Lily had eaten sausages for breakfast; Sev had been wearing a grey shirt, not the one with bloodstains but the one with inky oil stains on it.

‘Sev must’ve dropped it.’

Images of her friend’s bruised face, her scuffed shoes and their bloodied knuckles flit through her thoughts, the nostalgic ring of victorious laughter while huddled in an old library. The knife had been like a trophy, Severus had kept it with him from then on.

“It’s something we won together, o’ course ‘m gonna keep it.”

Lily’s mouth twists pensively, and her heart races, and thinks that she could still catch up with Severus if she ran. They still haven’t talked about it, and she’d be a liar if she said she hadn’t missed him and doing things together, but his friends were swotty, arsehole, Death Eater-wannabes to be polite.

That wasn’t polite but Lily doesn’t care.

But best friends are supposed to talk to each other, tell and keep each other’s secrets, not avoid each other and hope the problem goes away. The knife disappears into her skirt pocket, and Lily jogs to catch up.

This was going to be the end of their friendship, huh? Years and years of little magicks and giggled secrets, surprise family dinner buffers, magic projects over the weekends or afterhours, it was all going to end tonight, right? Not with a bang, but a whimper?

…

Lily can’t believe she’d already forgotten how unfairly quick Severus’ lanky beanpole legs made him. She always would just barely manage to catch sight of him too far ahead, and the lump in her throat always catching before she could call out. And soon she’s outside, having followed him down some stairs and only caught up enough to see him disappear into the rooty base of the Whomping Willow.

This couldn’t be end of them.

Lily stops, apprehensive to approach the temperamental tree and then there’s a bit of shame, is it always going to be like this? Always stopping and never as brave as she’d like? The grass swishes quietly beneath her sneakers, switchblade burning a hole in her pocket, as a girl of fifteen approaches the open entrance her still-friend had disappeared into as the willow’s branches sway almost-serenely.

The teen remembers hopped tracks and gates, running afoul of miscreants and grownups both, and shared meals and library books. She and Sev have history, that has to mean something in the end, doesn’t it?

The tunnel entrance was small its darkness thick and earthy, and Lily hates it immediately even as her lit wand only wards off a tiny portion of said darkness. She plods forward, ignoring the slight constriction of her chest and feeling braver than she’d been a few minutes ago.

So Lily plunges into the dark of the passage, barely noticing the last of the sunlight completely disappear from behind the foreboding line of the Forbidden Forest; she has a knife to return.

OOOOO

NOTETHINGS: So I haven’t written anything else but this was the scribble that came the easiest to me at the hour of our lord 3am. Also Lily’s is claustrophobic if you couldn’t tell (remember some old asks about the cupboard punishment coming from somewhere thing, I dug it back out for some juicy angst). Basically I needed an introspective scene and then this thing happened. What’s supposed to follow would be a POV switch to Severus.

I haven’t quite choreographed the action scene too much but it’s supposed to go something like: Severus runs facefirst into Werewolf!Remus and Werewolf!Remus lunges but Sev falls but is prone, Lily bursts in with a spell to Werewolf!Remus’ face and he goes after her instead. Another spell from Lily, but Werewolves are pretty spell resistant so he charges her and chomps on her shoulder and neck (since werewolf heads, even unhealthy teen ones, I hc are p large) lifting her up about to shake (which according to me, would’ve broken her neck and killed her). Remus is currently in the middle of crushing her wand arm’s shoulder, so her wand’s dropped, and she can’t move it anyways. Using her good arm, she takes out Severus’ knife (the one she’d been wanting to return), and stabs Werewolf!Remus in the face (no he doesn’t die), and so he drops her.

This all happens in the span of like, less than ten seconds, generously?

Sev is finally unfrozen and casts quickly somehow blasting Werewolf!Remus back and trying to get to Lily’s side trying to drag her up to run back through the tunnel. But trying to do so with another person and scared as hell is harder than it looks, bc before long Werewolf!Remus is back up and catches Lily by the leg, dragging her out from her lean on Severus, chomps said leg and shakes her by it, breaking it, before letting go and she goes flying in the opposite direction of the Whomping Willow <<->> Shrieking Shack passage exit, and suddenly Severus is faced with the decision between fleeing himself and going through Werewolf!Remus to get his mangled friend.

But of course, this is when Stag!James finally fucking arrives to Kool Aid Man Werewolf!Remus. Yes Severus didn’t have to make the choice right now, but it’s foreshadowing or something for later maybe, although technically he could go save himself now but the immediate threat is being distracted by a fucking deer. Severus has to grab a bleeding, half-mangled Lily and run tf away and to the infirmary, though after crossing the threshold into said Hospital Wing though, he stumbles and hits his head, thus knocking himself out. Yes he did the suboptimal thing by not using magic to levitate her because he was Panicking, which would be addressed in a (hopefully) future scene or something.

James is fine btw.

Thoughts? Percolating ideas?

It’s perfect. Their friendship is deteriorating, then Lily sees something that reminds her of Cokeworth and she follows Severus into the Whomping Willow. Holy shit the description of the attack sounds horrifying.

#severus snape #lily evans #fanfic #submission #long post

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dontcallmecarrie · 6 years

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Natasha's judgment is so off for a spy. Could we get insight as to how they're thinking? I know you wrote a chapter but maybe some backstory or such to explain why she dislikes Tony on principle? Why she's so quick to insult Maria and choose Steve? Is she caught up in the goodness and honestly Steve seems to project? Does her judgment on his decisions become biased bc she's used to reading ppl who mean harm not ppl who unintentionally/subconsciously harm? Does Steve make her feel like she's good

I’ll see what I can do to clarify this in-story, because odds are you’re not the only one who’s seeing it. Hopefully, though, at least some of my reasoning showed through.

Under the cut, because cue meta and you guys know how much I ramble when I get going:

There’s several factors to it all:

First and foremost, there’s the unreliable narrator thing to consider.

JARVIS, for instance, hasn’t trusted her since before she stabbed Tony in the neck, back in IM2.

Add to that how he died trying to protect Tony [and at least managed to give a bit of a warning, when the Penthouse Incident happened], coming back online [with all the trauma that entails, even if he doesn’t quite show it], to see Natasha doing absolutely nothing while Tony was a flick of the wrist from a snapped neck, and you get a budding Skynet who harbors absolutely no goodwill towards Natasha Romanov [and it shows through in his POV, even if it’s hopefully subtle].

Tony’s slightly more chill, but he’s known that Natasha doesn’t like him, and after the disaster that was his sole attempt to reach out towards Bruce, well…once bitten, twice shy.

Then, during the Penthouse Incident, he’s 50% on the defensive while the other 50% is in shock because JARVIS died and only Maria Hill even cared. [That he was being attacked was secondary, at that point.] So when someone’s attacking the only one who gives a damn about JARVIS, Tony’s not exactly feeling very charitable towards the woman who introduced herself as Natalie Rushman.

…also, anyone notice the codependence going on between Tony and JARVIS? There’s a reason I’ve been warning for it.

As for my take on Natasha’s perspective: I did my best, and hopefully my dislike didn’t show [much].

Thing is, TWiFFON is a spitefic at heart.

I started it in reaction to the turn the fandom took when it comes to Tony Stark especially after Civil War, so I’m not going to be exactly very friendly towards Natasha [or anyone on Team Cap for that matter, if you guys haven’t already noticed].

And that leads me to the next point.

Fun fact: I actually like Natasha, for the most part. Her characterization throughout the entirety of the MCU’s been through the wringer, fluctuating from movie to movie, though, and I took advantage of that when I outlined this fic.

See, Phase1-and-pre-AoU!Natasha’s got a good head on her shoulders. Her, I like: she’s badass and loyal to people rather than institutions and ruthless enough to do what’s necessary to keep her people safe [gee doesn’t that sound familiar]. She’s outwitted Loki [even if he was under the influence of the Scepter at the time], and survived the Red Room, for crying out loud! [If you’ve read my fic idea Welcome to the Family, you know that’s the one I had in mind at the time of writing.]

…however, that’s not the Natasha we’ve seen recently.

Phase2-especially-post-AoU!Natasha didn’t think to call the genius who’s company she infiltrated during a time they could’ve really used his expertise, didn’t see the problem in letting the fugitives she’d been helping chase go, and didn’t think twice about attacking the Crown Prince of a monarchy that just lost its King. I know it’s probably just bad writing in general [where the hell did the Bruce/Natasha thing even come from? Or the wanting a kid thing?! Canon or not, that’s just…nope], but still.

She unironically tried to go “I’m not the one who should watch my back”, in Civil War, despite having painted a target on anyone she ever worked with [yes I’m still salty about it], so it really should be no surprise that this is the Natasha I have in mind when writing TWiFFON. [Not very nice, but like I said, spitefic.]

So, that’s a good chunk on my approach to Natasha, right there. The rest involves her backstory.

I’ve yet to read a comic, but via tumblr and Phase 1, I got the feeling that the Red Room isn’t exactly very kind. [No comment on Phase 2′s interpretation bc I hate AoU with a passion rivaled only by Civil War.] As such, I can extrapolate from there that Natasha’s had some hardcore training, and to be fair, she’s very good at what she does, and her confidence in her skills is mostly justified.

However, she’s been born and raised as a living weapon, a child soldier and spy: that skillset is not exactly conductive towards being an analyst, or tactician.

Infiltrate consulates and take out hit squads singlehandedly? Sure. Reading people for the short term so she can use that to her advantage? Absolutely. But what she gets up to later on in the MCU is nowhere in her job description [coughcough*analysisinIM2*cough]. She can make a decent facsimile of it, sure, but she just isn’t qualified to diagnose people [though I have a headcanon for that scenario that explains why, but that’s something for another post].

But she can read people very well, and since it’s worked thus far, Natasha doesn’t think twice about it. Due to the life she’s had, she doesn’t look back, which I completely understand because if she had she might’ve drowned in regret because I get the feeling the Red Room’s upbringing was nothing less than cutthroat. Those two things get a special mention because of how she’s introduced to Tony.

Now, let me backtrack a little: I’ve done some meta before on how good Tony is at masks, enough so that he’s fooling everyone even as he’s dying. He grew up in front of the cameras, and learned how to work them from a master of the art [his mom, in my AUs].

So, when a spy rocks up expecting a show, Tony puts it on, and Natasha buys it. I don’t doubt she twisted some things to suit the analysis at the end, of course, but between his public image and his masks, Natasha ends up falling in the same trap everyone else does.

Anyone who gets close to him knows it’s bull, but since Tony in TWiFFON is more guarded than ever before, and he’s not about to let Natasha in now.

As for Steve Rogers…Tony’s image is a general “everyone knows” thing; it’s subtle and low-key “oh what’s he done now? Another Fashion Week Fiasco?” Kardashian-style sort of thing, which is part of why Natasha fell for it. Steve’s image, on the other hand, was blatant propaganda since the start and only became more so over time […I wonder what the Second Red Scare would’ve looked like, in the MCU now, ngl], so for Natasha, with her Red Room upbringing, it’s pretty damn easy for her to tell.

From when she first meets Steve, and later on down the road, it’s a no-brainer to look past the propaganda and notice the lonely man who’s adrift in a world that’s moved on without him. And from there, it’s very [almost scarily, for someone who’s very guarded when it comes to personal stuff] easy to make friends.

Steve sees Natasha where others see the Black Widow, which isn’t something many people do [Phil and Clint’re the exception, not the norm], though, so it makes sense that she warms up to him so quickly. Plus he’s a good man, and given the life she’s had, Natasha can fully appreciate just how few of them there are in the world.

And since we’ve already established that Natasha’s fiercely protective of the few people she likes, it makes sense she’s just as fierce to attack if the situation ever arises.

During the Penthouse Incident, Natasha’s immediate take-away of the situation was: Tony’d fucked up somehow and needed to own up to it, meanwhile Maria Hill was on his payroll, defending him when he was in the wrong, and had a gun pointed in the general direction of the people she liked more than the people she didn’t. Of course Natasha was going to yell at her for it!

And it wasn’t like Thor was going to hurt Tony or anything, his hand was obviously positioned in a way that was meant to be nonlethal and if he’d really wanted to kill Tony his grip would’ve been different.

After the fact, once Ultron’s made clear just what he is, she’s mildly apologetic about it. But since she didn’t really like Tony anyway and Maria Hill seemed to have forgotten about it, well, it wasn’t like it was anything major anyway, right?

...meanwhile, Maria’s very good at hiding her grudge and venting whenever she’s at one of the SWORD meet-ups while the others are patting her on the back while continuing to plan Phase 3 and checking out rich protocols, but that’s a story for another day.

Also: bear in mind that Natasha, in my AUs, has the Red Room’s version of the serum, so she forgets that not everyone’s as durable as she is. [that’s the only explanation for why I see her being so chill during That One Scene because the alternative’s incoherent internal screaming]

#behind the scenes #meta #if you're going to be evil might as well do it right meta #now the time is here for iron man to spread fear #if you're going to be evil might as well do it right #The War is Far From Over Now #Natasha Romanov #Headcanon #kinda #canon went screwy years back here's my attempt to fix it

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