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hellishere7980 · 11 months

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IMW Chapter 3

Chapter art by danismilek

Isa-no, Marinette Dupain Cheng

30-7-XXX8

Isabella couldn't believe her eyes. Who the hell would just push an elderly old man as they're crossing the street? Not even Gothamites did that (unless there was some type of crime going around).

"Are you alright sir?" She asked the elderly man, helping him up and handing him his cane.

Yes, she was the daughter of a billionaire, but that didn't stop Grandpere Alfred from making sure she was shaped into a decent human being.

"Thank you, young lady." The elderly man replied, shakily getting up. "I'm terribly sorry for making you-"

"No problem at all sir." Isabella told him with a small smile. "If anything, it gave me a slight feel of home." WHAT? He reminded her of Alfred! Sue Her!

Isabella bid the old man goodbye, not realising the perplexed look on his face.

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Months passed by, it finally being September, Isa finally having adapted to her new home. But just as she started to adapt to her new life, another thing was hurdled her way.

College Françoise Dupont.

Her father insisted she attend this school, one of the few reminders that he had control over every aspect of her life.

Sighing, Isa made her way to school. She stared at the stairs that lead to the school, scoffing at the size of it. To be honest it looked like the size of the manor's library. That or perhaps Isa just forgot how the library truly was in size. Knowing that she had no other choice, Isa walked into the school and hunted for her class, looking at her timetable and at the numbers of the doors within the school. Something she quickly realised was that she was right. This school was small. Too small for her liking. She managed to find her class, located on the second floor of the building, a bit too close to the stairs if you asked her. Stepping into her classroom, she was met with several pairs of eyes. Ignoring them, Isa headed to the teacher, remembering everything she had researched before transferring to this school.

Caline Bustier - her main teacher and her teacher for French, literature, and poetry.

From what Isa could remember, Bustier is a supposed passionate teacher, eager to protect and nurture her students, hence why she has had the same class for the past several years. Apparently she begged the principal to let her keep teaching the same class year after year. While yes, it did show her love for her students, Isa took it as a sign of fear. Fear of not being able to teach another group of students that weren't the ones she had already taught before. Students that she knew how to control, not having to start from scratch to learn about their weaknesses and strengths. She feared failure, perhaps change.

"Hello, Miss Bustier. My name is Marinette-"

"So you're Marinette!" Miss Bustier interrupted, causing Marinette to narrow her eyes and scrunch her nose in annoyance. "I'm so glad to have you in our class! Please take a seat!"

Marinette simply stood there, looking at her class and then at Miss Bustier. "I can sit anywhere?"

"Pardon?" Miss Bustier asked, tilting her head a bit. That's when it hit her. "Oh! That's right! You've recently transferred from Gotha-"

"Can I or can I not?" Marinette asked impatiently.

"Y-Yes. You can sit anywhere you want." Miss Bustier stammered, watching Marinette choose the seat in the front towards her left.

Marinette proceeded to take out her notebook and go over her classes, taking mental notes on what supplies to buy and which she didn't. Everything was going swell, the class slowly filling in until a certain brat entered the class.

"Move aside! Your Queen is coming through." Chloé announces as Sabrina made sure that her path was clear.

Chloé Bourgeois, the daughter of Paris' mayor. Nothing but a spoiled brat from Marinette's research. As long as she steered away from Chloe, she was fine. With Chloé being the last person to enter, Miss Bustier started the class.

Hell. It was utter hell.

Marinette held the urge to drag her hands down her face at how boring French was. Despite already being 10 year olds, they were going over material that Marinette knew She covered when she was 7! Why was Miss Bustier still teaching this material?

After the lesson was over, Marinette left the classroom, heading to her next class. Hopefully she would be able to convince her gym teacher to get her into the fencing club. She needed to blow off some steam.

There went her chance at asking the teacher to join the fencing team. As soon as Marinette got to persuade the coach to teach her how to fence, a villain appeared, wrecking havoc with her...whatever it was she was using. Thanks to the attack, the students were sent home early, Marinette now in her room. She frowned as she paced around in her room, hating her situation.

There was a villain. In Paris. Where her father couldn't reach her. The irony. Marinette let out a dry chuckle, not believing this all.

"Father is across the ocean, there's a villain running loose in the streets and here I am! Missing the opportunity of a lifetime!"

But the universe just had to be against her.

As she slumped into her computer chair, she noticed the black box with an red emblem on the top of the hexagon shaped lid. Something screamed at her to leave it alone while a piece of her whispered to open it.

Prying the box open, Marinette watched as a red orb manifested in front of her, her eyes following it as it morphed into an odd creature. Making sure the creature was what emerged from the box, Marinette looked back down to the box, noticing a pair of earrings.

Ladybug themed earrings...o...okay...

"Hello!" The being spoke, Marinette quickly snapping from her trance. "I know this is all weird to you, but I can explain. My name is Tikki and I am a Kwami. To be more precise, the Kwami of creation."

Kwami of creation...that implies that there are others like this creature out there.

"Tikki...although I want to say that it's a pleasure to meet you, I know there's a reason behind you gracing me with your presence." Tikki nodded, handing Marinette over the earrings.

"Marinette Dupain-Cheng. I need you to take down Stoneheart."

After Tikki laid down the groundwork on how her miraculous worked, Marinette got to work.

She managed to track down Stoneheart, surveying her actions before deciding on a plan to take down the...akuma? No, that was the name of the thing that possessed her classmate. Villain would be the better term.

"Get away from them!" someone shouted, Marinette looking to the direction of which the voice came from that was about to attack Stoneheart.

A blond boy cladded in black -black leather to be more precise- extended his staff to try and fling the 'villain' away from her new set of prey.

Sighing, Marinette sprung from her hiding spot and prevented the boy from hitting the 'villain,' earning a glare and a 'hey' from the boy.

"What were you thinking?" Marinette growled, crossing her arms.

"Well hello to you too." The boy said, eyeing Marinette's odd choice of wearing a black slit miniskirt and short black cape over her red skin tight bodysuit. "To think such a bossy-" the boy promptly shut up when Marinette glared at him.

"I'm going to forget what you just said if you answer my previous question. What were you thinking?"

"I was thinking of defeating the villain. Isn't that our job?" The boy asked in response.

"Yes, it's our job to-"

"Then let's go! The people-"

"Are you being serious right now?" Marinette dragged her hands over her face. "Are you telling me you haven't been trying to investigate the victim?"

When she saw the boy slowly shake his head, Marinette let out a heavy sigh.

"What? I see a villain, I quickly head over and fight them off. It's our job after all."

"Our job is to protect the people, but that doesn't mean we have to ruthlessly attack the victim or villain. Since we don't know the full capacity of their powers, we have to proceed cautiously. We also have to make sure they destroy as little property as possible." Marinette warned, the boy arching a brow. Just how much did he not realize? "We don't know if the damage they cause is permanent or not...we don't want innocent people to die, or do we?"

She watched as the boy's eyes widened, only then his role finally sinking in. Marinette watched as the boy looked down at his hands, trembling more as he kept staring at them.

"So what are we supposed to do?" The boy asked Marinette, looking at her with fear in his eyes.

"De-escalate the situation." Marinette said, only then realizing something. "What's your name?"

"Adri-"

"Not your actual name, you idiot! We mustn't know each other's identities under any circumstance!" Marinette warned. "So, what's your alias?" The boy hummed before he smiled.

"Call me Cat-um, no, Chat. Chat Noir. What about you?"

"Ladybug." Ladybug provided quickly, raising a brow when Chat Noir looked at her in...admiration? "What?"

"Your name. Have you been Ladybug for a while?"

"Nope. Been Ladybug for a few hours." The two were snapped from their conversation when they heard a scream nearby. "Come on Chat, we have a victim to help."

After an hour of trying to calm the victim down, but coming to no avail, the duo resorted to fighting the victim, finding her akuma to be trapped in a piece of paper tucked in his hand.

Ladybug stood below the Eiffel Tower.

"De-evilize." Ladybug said as she captured the akuma, purifying it with her yo-yo and then releasing it. "Miraculous Ladybug!" Ladybug shouted as she then threw her yo-yo in the air as Tikki had told her, watching as millions of ladybugs erupted from her tiny yo-yo and spread throughout Paris, fixing any damage and reversing the victim's effects on any person inflicted by the victim's power.

"That was amazing!" A girl shouted from across the police tape, Ladybug turning to see her classmate...or rather her seat 'buddy'. Alya is her name...if Marinette remembered correctly. "Say, can we know the name of the hero who just finished saving Paris?" Alya asked, smiling as she watched Ladybug approach her.

"The name's Ladybug. I'm just doing what I must to keep Paris safe." With those words, Ladybug ran off, using her yo-yo to lift herself onto a building and disappear into the distance.

#maribat #bruce wayne #alfred pennyworth #jason todd #marinette dupen chang #dick grayson #hellishere7980 #miraculous fanworks #miraculous incorrect quotes #miraculous lb #adrien agreste #alya cesaire #miraculous ladybug #bio!dad bruce wayne

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cxldtyrant · 3 months

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@saiyanandproud asked: "Lord Cooler, pardon the... uh, grim question, but I was going through some old history notes from home and got curious. Do Arcosians have royal funerals or stuff like that?"

The Emperor paused from his research at the Earthling’s inquiry, raising his scarlet gaze to see Mariko’s inquisitive expression from the reflective screen with a raised brow. Of all the questions she could have asked (whether sensible or outlandish, it was always a gamble whenever it came to Mariko), one regarding Arcos funerary practices had never crossed his mind. Nonetheless, he didn’t mind indulging her curiosity in his culture, and with Isa away on reconnaissance duty with Salza, he understood he was the only other Arcosian on the shuttle she could approach in regard to her interest.

Cooler closed the system screen temporarily, turning in his seat to face the young woman as he acknowledged the question. “It is unexpected, but not necessarily grim. Death is a natural part of life, and every living creature must confront it in one way or another. Arcos is no different,” he remarked a matter-of-factly, straightening his posture as he placed his arms over the armrests. “However, we do not necessarily view death as being the end. Our lives may eventually be gone, but the essence of our existence will remain, and our legacy will live on throughout our bloodline. As such, we choose to venerate those who have died rather than mourn.”

“When an Arcosian passes away, a funeral is held to commemorate their life. Funerals are often private affairs, and each are handled differently. Some will choose to simply have a quiet congregation with close-knit kin, while others choose a more lavish celebration with a larger gathering. When it comes to my family, we usually fall along the latter, as my father often chooses to host grand festivities with the nobility to celebrate the life of the deceased. And occasionally, he may also grant our subjects a day off to join us in remembrance.”

And by occasionally, Cooler meant that it was entirely dependent upon his father’s mood, which he personally believed was ridiculous but unsurprising in the least. His father often thought very little of the subjects he was meant to rule and care for, especially the lower classes. The Prince fought the urge to scoff at that as he continued.

“Once the funeral ends, we will then commence the burial. For the Cold Clan in particular, we choose to entomb their remains in ice and place them beneath our family catacombs. The freezing temperature on Arcos will allow the ice to remain frozen, preventing the decay of their corpse and providing a permanent display their image for their descendants to admire. Their tombs will also have a decorative altar for worship, allowing our family to pray for guidance or leave an offering for good fortune.”

“Most noble families usually choose this method of burial. And from what I understand, as the lower classes usually don’t have their own family mausoleums, they will have their kin buried in public gravesites—though for home worship, I believe they can request the skull or horns of their kin for their household altar. It is incredibly important that an altar has something of the deceased upon it, otherwise they cannot be properly revered by their descendants. Which is why burial methods on other planets, such as cremation, is considered taboo by my people...with certain exceptions, of course.”

Cremation was a fate that only the most shameful deserved. That those who besmirched their bloodline and shamed their family name were to be condemned. To have no remains for burial was considered a fate worse than death itself for the deceased. By lacking the body, or even just the bones, their link to the living was thought to be severed forever, and they were damned to be eventually forgotten by all as their names were scrubbed from the lineage they disgraced. A death beyond death. True oblivion.

Hm. Perhaps the topic was slightly grim on that account.

The tyrant gave a little chortle, before he regarded Mariko with a small smirk. “There is certainly more to our funerary rites and rituals, but I would be going on forever if I continued to discuss them,” he remarked, his inflection reflecting mild amusement. “If you are still curious, I recommend waiting for Isa’s return. Perhaps she will lend you a book on Arcos history and its customs. I guarantee you will find it an enlightening, if peculiar, read.”

#[arcos; the cold kingdom]#[saiyanandproud]#[inquiries; response]#[thank you for sending this to me and giving me an opportunity to discuss more headcanons regarding Arcos and its culture]#[I based their beliefs on veneration of the dead]#[which is fairly popular in Mexico and Asia]#[and also Ancient Rome]#[especially the latter when regarding that they keep bodies/body parts on display for worship]#[thank you Jenny for telling me about the cults in Naples for that bit]#[I loved it and had to incorporate it in somehow]#[Also I love the idea that Arcosians freeze their dead to display and worship them]#[and see cremation as the ultimate worst way for burial...only reserved for the worst...]#[ice vs fire baby]

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astrangergivingthestrangewelcome · 1 year

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Big fan of

“The purchaser isa foreign nobleman, Count de Ville, who effected the pur- chase himself paying the purchase money in notes ‘over the counter,’ if your Lordship will pardon us using so vulgar an expression. Beyond this we know nothing whatever of him. ‘We are, my Lord, ‘Your Lordship’s humble servants, ‘MITCHELL, SONS & CANDY.’

the image of Dracula going in as, again, and I cannot stress this enough, Count de Ville and paying cash to purchase a whole ass house and everyone at Mitchell Sons & Candy just being like hmmmm. Count de Ville... <3 aristocratic patrons

#dracula #dracula daily

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wtflife01 · 2 years

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I really can't with "fans" sucking up to wags lately. This capsule "collection" that Isa "created" is not really as THAT incredible how some of the fans are trying to pass as. It's totally basic, nothing breathtaking, no creativity behind, no specific "her" at all. It more looks like she picked few items from that brand and they "used" her for promotion, that's it. But people act like she is the next best clothes designer now.

The brand she’s working with is responsible for the production of the pieces, and the designs are simple probably because since it’s her first collection she didn’t want to risk, the same reason she’s just doing 5 pieces as well, so the designs are simple so it’s versatile and easily goes with many peoples tastes, so more people interested in buying them, and she’s not reselling anything, the clothes actually seem to be produced from scratch, she probably invested money and time in this and it’s just playing it safe, the prices are also nothing crazy if the pieces were more unique with more complicated pardons and cuts the prices would have been much higher because they would have been harder to produce

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creator-r · 3 years

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TW: Possible flashing lights and screen glitch [i'm sorry i don't know how to put a tw properly—- ]

the gift is finally donee

gosh it took me 2 whole days

i'm really proud of what i've done

pardon me if it's bad, my editing skill is rusty-

the reason i made this gift is because they really inspired me to draw more and for being a great friend to me

i'm really glad y'all are here, i appreciate you so much and i love you 💕💕 /platonic

so there's kinda like a story here. basically as an OC creator, we like to make our OC do things that's probably illegal or something. like maybe if i wanted to do arson, i'll just make a story where my OC did arson with no consequences in real life at all. yeah it's probably just me idk idk-

i'm really sorry if i did any of your character wrong, don't mind me just being confused because i don't know how to style characters. Kai and Deku i don't really know how to draw yours i'm so sorry—-

and yeah if you're a gacha user, you probably notice the style because that's exactly what i did. trace gacha as a base-

Characters owner:

- me :]]

- @sei-rene

- @shaiberry-isa-strawberry

- @dont-mind-me-i-just-exist

- @katty-heart

- @ask-tirreny-and-freind

- @crystu-cii

- @man-of-masks

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hrteowyn · 3 years

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Just a friends-to-lovers-to-strangers-to-lovers again, kind of trope and I don't know what to call it

I really don't know what to do at this point-

I wrote this in Tagalog because I need to improve my Filipino-

Um, I'm gonna translate this later anyways, also this has no outline whatsoever so if the ending sucks cut me some slack.

BUT this is different from the other fanfics I wrote. How is it any different? I tried to proofread it! Keyword: Try. I rushed re-reading and correcting the mistakes so please pardon me I didn't have any sleep.

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I was sitting peacefully. Sabi ni ma'am mag hanap daw kami ng partners or kagrupo para sa project. Hindi naman required kaya medyo depende din samin.

"Ano ba 'yan..ayun! George!" Narinig kong boses ni Niki. She was pulling Dream beside. Out of all the people she can bring....but anyways.

"Group tayo!" Yaya nito. Dream was standing beside her his head low. He was also silent.

"Ah, balak ko sana gawin mag isa.."

"Tss, sige na!"

"Eh-"

"No"

"George, please, matagal na tayo 'di nag uusap"

I was about to say no again when, "Pumayag kana" biglang sabi ni Dream, "Medyo stubborn ka kasi ka ay walang may gustong makipag grupo sayo eh"

A little background, Dream and I were very close but we became distant with each other ever since...basta. We're still in the same circle of friends kaya mahirap iwasan siya.

As for Niki, I don't know what happened to me and her. We always do everything together, group projects, palagi din kami nag gagala noon. I just don't know why but we drifted apart.

Dream's voice was annoyingly calm and steely, most of the time pag ganyan tono niya ibig sabihin annoyed siya.

"Wala naman akong sinabi na gusto ko makipag group sainyo. Ako yung stubborn? Hindi naman ako yung nagpupumilit makipag grupo, kaya kung yan lang sasabihin mo get out of face please." I snapped

Both Niki and Dream stood there silently.

Niki looked hurt. Maybe because she got my message telling her that she was annoying.

"George.." pumilit pa ni Niki.

"Let's just go. He's wasting our time. Madami pang magandang ka group mates diyan"

I tried my best to not let his words affect me. Pero mahirap.

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"Gago, may utang ka pa sa'kin tapos manghihingi ka uli? Ang kapal ng face mo" Sabi ni Karl habang tinataboy si Sapnap paalis. Ang ingay nilang dalawa nag haharutan kanina pa. I really don't like being around them that much kasi magulo

"Ang bulgar niyo" Bad complained. I just chuckled. He's like the mom, or the dad in this case, of the group. He's also the glue that sticks us together.

"GUYS TANGINA MAY NALAMAN AKO KANINA SA FACULTY" Sigaw ni Alex papalapit sa'min. Napa-bugtong hininga nalang si Bad. I rolled my eyes. Puro rumors lang naman kasi mga sinasabi ni Alex hindi naman totoo. Para bang siya yung taga balita ng mga teas that's going on around the school.

Alex looked around cautiously bago siya mag-kwento sa'min "Si ma'am Science daw, nabuntis nung isang estudyante sa section Wisdom"

Karl and Sapnap grew quiet dahil d'on sa sinabi ni Alex. It's very obvious who he was talking about, even Bad gets it. Ako din kilala ko kung sino 'yung tinutukoy niya.

"Gago, weh?"

"Oo, gagi, kaya mapapatagal ata lunch break ng students ngayon kasi they're talking about it sa faculty. Matatanggalan ata ng trabaho si ma'am"

"Okay lang yun, wala namang may gusto sakanya eh" I choked on my drink, I looked up to look at him, so did Karl, Sapnap, and Alex. We stared at Bad as if he just came down from heaven.

"What? Totoo naman eh"

"I mean, yeah, but we didn't expect it from you"

Bad chuckled, "Hindi naman kasi ako sipsip"

We all laughed.

"So, Gogs, ngayon ka lang uli sumama ng kain sa'min" Alex said, "Miss kita, sobra"

"Thanks, though I can't tell if you're being sarcastic or not..."

"I'm not! Grabe ka naman sa'kin" he says as I chuckle. It felt nice to be able to laugh with them again. I tried so hard to avoid Dream that I avoided my friends just to get away from him.

"Ba't ka nga pala bigla nalang hindi lumitaw?" Karl asked.

"Uhm, personal stuff kase.."

"Ah, it's okay, you can tell us when you tell" si Sapnap naman may sabi, "By the way, are you guys free later? Nag-aayang mag-mall si Dream kasi siya 'yung mag-babantay ng sister niya. Eh gustong mag-gala"

I remained quiet.

"Mhm, free naman ako anytime" Bad looking up from his book, "Sino-sino ba sasama?"

"Si Dream palang ata"

"Sige sama na'ko wala naman akong gagawin" Si Alex. "Ikaw, George?"

I froze, I know I miss hanging out with them but I just don't want to see Dream. Not yet. "Sa susunod nalang"

"Hahanapin ka ni Drista, ikaw pa naman yung favorite n'on"

"May ipapabigay nalang ako sakanya, sabihin niyo na lang galing sa'kin"

"Sigurado ka ha? Ano ba kasi gagawin mo? Busy ka ba?" Sapnap said, "May ka-bebe time ka 'no?"

I just rolled my eyes and laughed at what he said. I hope it's not obvious that I'm trying to dodge the question. Not even a second later, iba na yung topic nila. I sighed, relieved.

We heard a very loud notification na nakakabwiset yung tunog. It was Sapnap's phone. And I'm guessing that it was a text from one of our friends because his eyes widens like it was gonna fall off.

"Tangina ba't ngayon ko lang nalaman"

Alex snacthed his phone from his hands. "WHAT? BA'T WALA NAMAN SIYANG NASABI?"

At this point, I got curious, "Anong meron?"

"Kasama daw 'yung girlfriend ni Dream. Tangina ba't parang wala naman atang nasabi satin na may girlfriend na siya"

Girlfriend? I stayed quiet not knowing how to react. We were best friends before but right now, he's like a stranger to me.

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that's it for this part, ig. dw I'll upload another version of this in english

how do i- um thank you for reading this! rb's are appreciated<3

#dreamnotfound #dreamwastaken #georgenotfound #karl jacobs #badboyhalo #sapnap #dnf fanfic #dreamnotfound fic #taglish

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lawrenceop · 3 years

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HOMILY for the Sacred Heart of Jesus

Hos 11:1,3-4,8-9; Isa 12; Ephesians 3:8-12,14-19; John 19:31-37

God is love. God loves you. Many of us, I hope, have heard this since we were children. But we’ve become so accustomed to hearing this that it just trips off the tongue without much pause for reflection. Today’s Solemnity calls on us to pause, to look at the Sacred Heart of Jesus, symbol of God’s burning love for humanity. God loves us so much that he became Man in order to save us from our sins, and was wounded for our sakes, taking upon himself the deadly effects of sin.

Some people these days think that all religion is about love, so the Christian message is not all that special. But this kind of thinking is only possible in a post-Christian world. As the historian Tom Holland has said in his book Dominion, ask a pre-Christian Greek or Roman what religion was about, and they would have said placating the gods, keeping them on side through rituals, winning their favour. And some people today, even those who say they’re Christian, are still influenced by such pagan ideas. Or ask a Buddhist what religion is about and they might say compassion, transcending suffering through meditation on the transience of all things. Or Islam, as we know, means submission to God’s will through which one finds peace.

But none of these religions would dare to say what Christians believe and profess; indeed they find the Christian message odd if not offensive. For we say that God is love, and so, God became Man. God, in his compassion for sinful and fallen humanity, comes to our rescue in the person of Jesus Christ. So, in Christ, we transcend death and suffering by being united to him through the gift of sanctifying grace that comes principally from what we call Sacraments. In Christ, God – not man – submits himself to the creaturely order in order to become our source of peace. As St Paul says, through Christ, God “reconciled to himself all things, whether on earth or in heaven, making peace by the blood of his cross.” And because of the Cross, Man doesn’t need to win God’s favour but rather, God demonstrates his great love for us, and seeks, so to speak, to win our favour! The Christian message, you see, is deeply subversive of what people customarily thought religion was about. Which is why St Irenaeus referred to the “scandal of the Incarnation” – so radical is the Christian Gospel that God is love, that it scandalised many people. Today’s Solemnity arrests our attention, calling us to look again and see the effects of God’s radical love: “they will look on the one whom they have pierced!” (Jn 19:37)

And what do we see? What is the Christian message? What does today’s Solemnity proclaim? One of the best answers I know is from a short tract by St Thomas Aquinas, written in 1264 in response to Muslim objections to the Incarnation. God cannot and should not become Man, they say. This, in part, is what St Thomas said in reply:

“To excite our love towards God, there was no more powerful way than that the Word of God, through whom all things were made, should assume our human nature in order to restore it, [becoming] both God and man. First of all, because the strongest way God could show how much he loves [mankind] was his willing to become man for his salvation; and nothing can provoke love more than to know that one is loved. Then also, man whose intellect and affections are weighed down towards bodily things cannot easily turn to things that are above himself. It is easy for any man to know and love another [person], but to think of [heavenly things] and [to love them is] not for everyone, but only for those who, by God's help and with great effort and labour, are lifted up from bodily to spiritual things. Therefore, to open the way to God for everyone, God willed to become man, so that even children could know and love God as someone like themselves; and so by what they can grasp they can progress little by little to perfection.”

Therefore: God is love, and so, God loves you and me. Thus God became Man to demonstrate his love for us as we hear in today’s second reading. But this is only half the story. For our response to this love is crucial. Our minds and our hearts still need to turn to God, to befriend the God who has come to befriend us in the person of Jesus Christ. Today’s Solemnity, therefore, was established in response to a vision of Christ, in order that we might make reparation to God for the indifference of so many people to God’s love. Today’s feast causes us to pause, to reflect on our own response to God’s love, and incites us to love Jesus more, and to pray and do penance for those who are still lukewarm or indifferent.

When the Angel of Peace appeared to the three children of Fatima in 1916, therefore, the angel taught them a prayer, and we can make it our own today and every day: “My God, I believe, I adore, I hope and I love Thee! I beg pardon for those who do not believe, do not adore, do not hope and do not love Thee. Amen.”

Most Sacred Heart of Jesus, have mercy on us.

#sacred heart #love #incarnation

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religion-is-a-mental-illness · 4 years

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An ignorant idiot @-ed me, accusing me of the vacuous charge of “Islamophobia”. I’m not going to bother re-blogging it here, partly because it wasn’t a particularly intelligent post (actually, it was an incredibly stupid one), and partly because the charge was paired with strawmanning something I’ve already covered in detail. (Clearly they’ve never read me.)

That is, they triumphantly put me in my place by insisting that Muslims aren’t supposed to worship Muhammad, and proceeded to blather at length about what they’re told, what they’re not supposed to do.

Extracted from a longer, previous post:

Muslims are instructed only to worship Allah, and no human. The quran even says that Muhammad is just a man, a prophet like many before him, and not to be worshipped. (Although in Muhammad’s scam, he declared - through his Allah sock puppet - that he was the last prophet, to prevent anyone superseding his con; it is therefore blasphemous to suggest you’re receiving messages from Allah, as this would make Muhammad wrong.)

But although you’ll be told that Muslims don’t worship Muhammad, and that they’re even forbidden to, that’s not quite how things play out in practice.

The shahada is the Islamic creed, recited to declare yourself to be a Muslim:

“I bear witness that there is no deity but God, and I bear witness that Muhammad is the messenger of God.”

You’re not a Muslim just by believing in Allah. You also have to profess belief that Muhammad was specially chosen to deliver that message. Imagine not being able to complete your Confirmation as a Catholic without professing Isaiah, Jeremiah and Ezekiel as prophets of Yahweh. Or receiving your tax refund but not being able to cash it without acknowledging the postman who brought it.

He’s given special status afforded to no other human, including forbidding visual depictions, and his word is elevated to be on par with that of Allah.

“And whoso disobeyeth Allah and His messenger and transgresseth His limits, He will make him enter Fire, where he will dwell for ever; his will be a shameful doom.” - Quran 4:14

“He who obeys the Messenger, obeys Allah.” - Quran 4:80

Muhammad’s commands are as good as Allah’s.

“Say: If your fathers, and your sons, and your brethren, and your wives, and your tribe, and the wealth ye have acquired, and merchandise for which ye fear that there will no sale, and dwellings ye desire are dearer to you than Allah and His messenger and striving in His way: then wait till Allah bringeth His command to pass. Allah guideth not wrongdoing folk.” - Quran 9:24

Muhammad should be more loved than anything else in your world.

Narrated Ibn Seereen:

I said to `Abida, "I have some of the hair of the Prophet which I got from Anas or from his family." `Abida replied. "No doubt if I had a single hair of that it would have been dearer to me than the whole world and whatever is in it."

Bukhari 1:4:171

A lock of the (dead) Muhammad’s hair is worth more than the whole world.

https://www.al-islam.org/brief-commentary-hadeeth-al-kisaa-jerrmein-abu-shahba/divine-declaration

The Prophet (SA) said: “Allah said: When Adam ate from the forbidden tree, he asked: O Allah! I ask you for the sake of Muhammad to forgive me. Allah said: O Adam! How do you recognize Muhammad when I have not yet created him? Adam said: O Allah! When you created me and blew into me the spirit, I lifted my head and saw written on the ‘Arsh "La ilaaha illallah Muhammadur Rasoolullah". So, I got to know that you would only join your name with him who is most beloved to you. Allah (SWT) then said: O Adam! You have spoken the truth. Indeed Muhammad is more beloved to me than anything and when you asked me for his sake, I pardoned you. If Muhammad was not in existence, I would not have created you”

“Allah revealed to Prophet ‘Isa ‘ (AS) that: O ‘Isa! Have faith (imaan) in Muhammad and order your Ummah to do the same. If Muhammad was not in existence, I would not have created Adam nor would I have made heaven or hell”.

Muhammad is the reason for the existence of literally everything, and he’s so special even the first human already knew about him.

As The Apostate Prophet explains:

In Christianity and Judaism, God's name is holy. You should be careful using it.

In Islam, people are careless about Allah's name, but extremely sensitive when it comes to Muhammad's name ("PEEEAAACE BE UPON HIM!!!")

That tells you a lot about whom Muslims actually worship.

Seriously, you can pretty much talk as much shit about Allah as you like, but go anywhere near Muhammad and they’ll be, literally, wanting your head.

Bleating inanely about what Muslims are or are not supposed to do is either missing or avoiding the point. It’s simply reciting Islamic mantras and talking points - “it’s a religion of peeeeeeaaace!1!” “there are no inaccuracy in quran!1!” - as a deflection and distraction from the point. (I’m reasonably confident this person isn’t even a Muslim, so has no idea about any of the above, just simply a White Knight swooping in to regurgitate some boilerplate and score virtue points.)

Muslims are explicitly instructed to kill non-believers. Most don’t, even though entire countries do because it’s baked into their law. Because Muslims pick and choose based on their feelings, and their modern, secular morality, like any other religionists. And the quran is as contradictory as the bible, justifying whatever position the believer prefers to hold.

What actually matters is what they do in the name of Islam, justified by Islam. Because as far as we can tell, as far as the violence, the terrorism perpetrated directly in relation to depicting Muhammad, they effectively do. And they expect everyone else to tiptoe around this one man even more so than Xtians expect us to tiptoe around Jesus.

As this idiot pointed out, Xtians literally worship Jesus. Because he’s (supposedly) the son of god. And yet even mocking and ridiculing Jesus - the literal son of god - doesn’t cause the same array of hate and violence and anger under Xtianity that mocking Muhammad instigates in Islam. So, pointing out Jesus at all really works against this point.

Muhammad is a lesser man than the son of god. So, if he’s not revered to the point of worship, why do multiple countries have laws that make mocking Muhammad a capital offence? No. What we actually see, what happens in practice makes Muhammad extraordinary, even compared to the Xtian view of the son of god.

All this really tells us how unhinged Islam has become, elevating Muhammad in a way their god told them not to.

‘Prophet Muhammad (pbuh) practiced what he preached. He very carefully and meticulously followed the Qur’an, Allah’s Word that was revealed to him. He followed and lived the Qur’an at every moment in every detail of his life. His life was the reflection of Allah’s Words. He became the Qur’an in person, the embodiment of the Qur’an, or one may even say in a metaphorical sense “the Word in flesh.”’

- The West London Islamic Post

tl;dr Muhammad is as the quran itself. Sure, that sounds nothing at all like idolatry.

We’ve seen time and time again the violent, blood-soaked results whenever the subject comes up. Including recently in France, where Islamists hunt down and behead people, and then die themselves over a man they (supposedly) do not worship.

And despite all historical evidence that this is a newly fabricated manipulation “rule.” It would appear then, that bans on pictures of Muhammad, because they afford him privileged, idolatrous status no other human gets, are themselves blasphemous.

And, no, the “No True Scotsman” fallacy ain’t gonna fly...

... and crying “Islamophobia” is just truly pathetic. It signals an inability to discuss ideas rationally, and a need to pretend that criticism of one specific idea is the same as bigotry against actual people, and that one specific idea needs to be given special revered, deferential and protected status afforded no other idea or belief. You know, like Muhammad himself. Nuh-uh. Not gonna fly either.

End-to-end, this person’s post was dishonest or ignorant or both.

@ktheland

#stupid apologetics #stupid people #islam #worship of muhammad #muhammad #prophet muhammad #islamophobia #criticism of ideas #criticism of islam #weak apologetics #apologetics #lame apologetics #religion #ktheland #religion is a mental illness

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After The Facts - Stargirl Season 2

The second season of DC’s hit show Stargirl was a wild ride, what with the evil Eclipso striking at the new JSA in ways that most villains could never even dream of. The conclusion had the demon of darkness fall to the light but reaching that point left us with more than a few questions.

10) How will Beth’s parents help?

Beth’s character arc this season focused on her coping with her parents divorce. Given how much her parents focused on her growing up and the issues she already had with them wanting to focus more on themselves in the first season, this was an especially bitter pill to swallow for her. Eclipso’s actions and discovering Beth is a superhero caused them to rethink divorce and they proved excited at the idea of helping their daughter improve as a hero. How exactly their renewed focus on Beth will shake out is worth pondering, not only for the tools it could give the new Doctor Mid-Nite but for how they’ll fit in with the dynamics of JSA now that they do know. The couple are seen to be go big or go home in terms of personality which could be either good or bad for their daughter and her teammates.

9) How are the Crocks not back in jail?

The final moments of the finale showed that the Crock family had moved in next door to the Whitmores, a surprising development given that the parents had been jailed after last season’s finale and their daughter fled Blue Valley when Eclipso arrived. While Artemis broke her parents out to help against the demon its not clear how they stayed free after. It’s doubtful that were given a pardon for the act, given how secretive the current JSA and that particular battle were. Cindy calling them hints that the she may have had a hand in that turnout, possibly taking advantage of the old ISA’s connections to get some strings pulled. But if that were the case why wouldn’t the Crock parents make a call themselves. And for that matter who sold a house to proven supervillains?

8) Will Grundy be the same?

Rick’s journey in season two was centered around his surprising friendship with the undead Solomon Grundy. Grundy was the one who killed Rick’s parents but Rick saw that the creature was ultimately little more than an attack dog following orders, allowing him to forgive Grundy and begin a friendship. This led to Grundy joining the fight against Eclipso and unfortunately dying at the monster’s hands. The Shade noted that Grundy had a habit of returning from death but if he does will he still be the same? Resurrection is a staple of comics Grundy but he also tends to return with changes to his personality every time. Some times an unintelligent but innocent animal, others a malicious and scheming figure; if this trend holds up then the version of Grundy that returns may not be the friend that Rick lost.

7) Are the Crock’s heroes now?

More confusing than how the Crocks aren’t still in jail is if they’ve turned over a new leaf or not. Crusher honestly sees Pat as a friend despite their differing moralities and Paula somewhat bonded with Barbara over their difficult daughters. Artemis meanwhile was largely angry over her parents incarceration so their return may help temper her worse impulses. It does seem like they have little interest in grudges against the JSA and given how villainy turned out for them they may decide a less malicious path might be better for all of them. The third season will be called Frenemies after all and some reformed villains may just give the heroes an edge against Mr. Bones.

6) Can Shiv be a hero?

Cindy has been characterized as a gleeful psychopath throughout the show so it was surprising to hear she wanted to join up with the JSA in the finale’s closing moments. On one hand it is definitely suspicious for her and may well just be another plot against Courtney. On the other it’s been made very clear that she’s deeply unhappy in the life of a supervillain so she may be rethinking her life choices. Of course there’s also the question of whether or not she can leave behind the viciousness that she believes has allowed her to survive in order to become a proper hero. Whatever the reason, Cindy is chasing a new and unexpected path and it will be a joy to see how it unfolds.

5) More than a passing resemblance?

The Shade was a mysterious figure from the start and one of the most surprising aspects of his character was his bond with Barbara Whitmore. It was brought up several times how much Courtney’s mother reminded him of his sister Emily and we can’t help but wonder if there’s more than sentiment behind that. The show has a strong focus on family and bloodlines and given how much a resemblance was brought up by Shade it’s not beyond the realm of possibility that Barbara and Courtney could in fact be descendants of the Shade’s sister, making him family as well. It would prove to be quite a turn for the heroics obsessed Courtney to be related to a supervillain and for the normalcy seeking Barbara to find that she may have been connected to the world of superheroes more than she ever thought.

4) A clash between Pat and Sylvester?

Pat’s dynamic with the Justice Society was an interesting one to be certain. While he was friends with them the team wasn’t above treating him as a sidekick first and forcing him into situations he disagreed with them on, especially Starman. While Pat hasn’t shown any resentment in the present day that may well change with Sylvester’s mysterious return. The former Starman has already jokingly dismissed the values Pat wants to instill in Courtney and given what’s been seen of their dynamic in the past Pat may well find his patience with his friend expiring. And none of that’s even getting into whether or nor Courtney, who idolizes the JSA but has also come to see their faults, will side with Pat or Sylvester in such a clash which could only worsen things.

3) Mr. Bones - Villain or Misguided?

The Green Lantern’s daugher, Jennie, appeared early in the season, searching for her missing brother Todd. It quickly became clear that something sinister was going on in regards to Todd and that thing wound up being Mr. Bones, who took an interest in the happenings of Blue Valley at the end of the season. While Bones is certainly being presented as a villain it’s difficult to say if things are quite that clear cut. In the comics the character did start as a villain but did a turn around to become someone who strives to do what’s right for the world, albeit in uncompromising and amoral ways at times. It’s unclear if he’ll be a clear cut villain when he arrives or if he’s chasing noble goals and going about it in a not so ideal way.

2) What is Cameron’s destiny?

With the death of his father, the Icicle, Cameron was left in his grandparents care. Not only that but it turned out that his father’s ice powers were hereditary and that his grandparents had them as well. Cameron began to develop these powers and his grandparents decided it was time to tell him some hidden truths. What’s unknown about this development is whether or not they will push him on the same path as his father. They were ardent supporters of Jordan’s villainy but also looked like they were trying to do right by Cameron, driving away Cindy and allowing him to pursue a romance with Courtney despite their own dislike of the girl. Time will tell what they reveal to their grandson or even if what they say will be the entire truth or a carefully crafted lie to twist him into being who they think he should be.

1) An Arrowverse arrival?

One of the biggest additions to the show this season was Jay Garrick, the first Flash. Even more surprising is that he was played by John Wesley Shipp, who plays the character on The Flash show. This opened the doors to speculation about whether or not this was the exact same character as the one on The Flash or not. An answer wasn’t made clear in the one episode featuring him but that just made the fans all the more curious. The writers confirmed his appearance was meant to open the door to further connections with the wider Arrowverse so it’s not beyond the realm of reason that this will continue in season three. While it’s doubtful that Courtney and the rest of the JSA will meet the heroes of Earth-Prime next season the door is slowly opening for the multiverse to return to the Arrow shows and Stargirl is the most obvious first stop for that train.

#After The Facts #Stargirl

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Windenburg Palace, the Blue Hall - Crown Prince Arden’s Wedding Reception

Nicholas: If you’re serious about sightseeing here in Lunaria, definitely check out the MAC in San Myshuno! They just opened an interactive Georgina O’Reef exhibit; it’s like you’re actually walking through her paintings!

Elizabeth: That sounds lovely! I’ve always wanted to go and see your mother’s sculpture there; the Brilliance.

Diana: I saw it when they swapped exhibits with the Rivenian Art History Museum last year, it was truly worth it’s fame.

Elizabeth: Let’s go before we head back to Simcago Di; Nicky you should be our tour guide!

Nicholas: I’ll have to give a rain check on this one Lizzy, Isa and are going on a trip after the wedding.

Elizabeth: Oh no! And we finally had time to catch up, it’s like you never have time for your friends anymore.

Nicholas: Well I don’t think I don’t have the time...

Elizabeth: Nicky, every time we try to get together you always come up with some excuse involving Isa-

Diana: Why don’t I get us all a drink? Liz? Behave yourself.

Elizabeth: Now that my sister is gone I must tell you about the surprise trip I’m planning for our upcoming birthday. I want you to come too!

Nicholas: You know I wouldn’t miss your birthdays.

Elizabeth: I’m planning a long weekend in Montgomery Castle in Glimmerbrook, bring your camping gear!

Annaliese: Do you mind if I interrupt?

Nicholas: Ana! It’s been a while little sis!

Annaliese: Only because you’ve been avoiding coming home lately, Nick.

Nicholas: What? Me? Never!

Elizabeth: I’ll let you two catch up; I think I see my sister getting hit on by the ambassador from Dhuri so I’ll go save her now. Nice to see you again Annaliese!

Annaliese: Goodbye Elizabeth, let’s catch up soon.

Nicholas: Now that you have me to yourself, what do you want to talk about Ana?

Annaliese: I wanted to introduce you to a friend of mine!

Nicholas: A new friend?

Annaliese: Yes we met at a Ladies for Change event in Pierreland, it was one of our fundraisers for animal rights...oh, here she is now! Minnie! Over here!

Nicholas:...!

Nicholas: Hello Miss...?

Annaliese: Lady Minerva Valois.

Minerva: It’s nice to meet you, Your Royal Highness.

Nicholas: No need to be so formal with me; just Nicholas is fine.

Minerva: Then you must call me Minerva.

Annaliese: I thought you two would like to discuss your philanthropic work together; Minnie was telling me all about how she wants to help the Pups for Life organization set up a branch here in Windenburg!

Nicholas: Oh?

Annaliese: I know you’ve been trying to get PAWS to set up a branch here as well and they’ve been reluctant, maybe you two could work on something together? What do you think?

Minerva: Perhaps we should actually get to know each other first Ana? I only work with truly dedicated individuals...

Nicholas: I’d be happy to prove my dedication to helping animals Minerva. It’s become quite the passion of mine after little Ana here filled our childhood home with strays...

Annaliese: *laughing* Hey! It’s not like I turned our house into a farm!

Nicholas: So you think!

Isadora: *internally* Who the hell is he talking with now? I told him not to leave my side tonight! I better go over there...

Nicholas: When she was twelve, Ana brought home what she quoted was a “homeless puppy” that turned out to be a coyote! Our dad had a meltdown after it destroyed her room and he found out what it really was! We had to call for a wildlife rehabilitation officer to come pick the little guy up and take him to a preserve!

Annaliese: He seemed so pitiful and alone at the park! And he looked just like a puppy to me; I just had to take him home and nurse him back to health!

Nicholas: Charlie and I helped her hide him from our dad and his aides for as long as we could, but of course we were found out. *laughs* We all started volunteering at animal shelters after that; Ana is the only one who has pets though.

Minerva: And what of-

Isadora: *Ahem* Nicky my love, can I have a word with you? In private?

Nicholas: Oh, um, if you could excuse me ladies?

Annaliese: *whispering* Nicky wait! You don’t have to go running every time she calls! We haven’t been able to hang out together in ages!

Nicholas: Sorry sis, Lady Minerva, I’ll see you later?

Isadora: Hurry up Nicholas, dear, the little children can entertain themselves now.

Minerva: Pardon you?

Isadora: You heard me.

Nicholas: Stop it Isa, you wanted to go right?

Isadora: *snidely* Have a nice evening Annaliese!

Minerva: Well she was incredibly rude. Are you all right?

Annaliese: I’ll be fine. She’s always like that.

Minerva: Who was she? I’ve never met her before.

Annaliese: Princess Isadora of Castille; she’s been dating my brother for a few years now. She’s always hated me...and every other girl who has ever approached Nicky.

Minerva: Your brother seems too nice to be involved with someone so petty.

Annaliese: Nicky doesn’t have the best judgement when it comes to lovers, his last girlfriend was a brat too.

Minerva: That’s too bad, I guess.

Annaliese: Yeah, be sure to steer clear of Isadora though; she’s dangerous.

Minerva: How so?

Annaliese: I can’t prove it but...last year Nicky took my brother Charles and I on a trip to Windsor to visit our aunt. Isadora wasn’t invited but she came with us anyway and dragged Nicky away every chance she got. It got to the point where I confronted my brother over lunch after she had gotten up to use the restroom; we had started arguing about Isadora’s possessiveness when she came back.

Minerva: Oh dear! Did she say anything?

Annaliese: No...we left the restaurant and Charlie and Nick went to pull around the car. I was answering a text from a friend while waiting with Isadora when I felt a push from behind; I stumbled into the road and was almost hit by a car!

Minerva: Oh my Watcher!

Annaliese: I was able to avoid it but it really could have been a bad accident! And Isadora just stood there laughing!

Minerva: How terrifying! What did your brother say about it?

Annaliese: She was able to convince him that I tripped...and for a while I thought maybe that’s what happened too...but she was laughing so hard when I could have died...

Annaliese: Anyway, I hope you don’t have any run-ins with her; she gets nasty towards women whom she’s seen with Nicky, whether or not they’re romantically involved.

Minerva: I’d like to see her try something on me!

Annaliese: *laughs* Me too! And I promise to get my brother to help with opening up an animal shelter here in Windenburg; he’s been trying to get a popular animal charity to open one for a couple years now but they’re Brindleton based and we don’t have the best international relations with them...

Minerva: It’s a great opportunity to have Pups for Life go international, but why your brother?

Annaliese: *smiles innocently* Let’s just say I have a feeling you could be good friends...

Lady Minerva belongs to @officalroyalsofpierreland. Thanks for allowing me to use her!

#ts4 monarchy #sims 4 royal family #sims 4 royal legacy #sims4 royal family #sims4 royal legacy #sims 4 monarchy #sims4 monarchy

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Main character: OC

Pairings: OC x Reborn

My fic:

*Fandom: Katekyo Hitman Reborn*

*Rating M*

Summary: I have never wanted anything other than to be a boss. Sorry dear brother of mine, but I will become a better boss than you would ever become. Warning: M for a reason, not for innocent souls. 2 days updates

Kinda BL since MC who used to be a girl became a guy after transmigration. But idk what to even say at this point

Genre: fantasy/adventure/romance

https://m.fanfiction.net/s/13908034/1/

First chapter preview:

Chapter 1

"Eff you! Eff me! Eff the world!" She shrieked with her lungs, hand pointed at the sky.

"I wanna hold guns and look cool in suits! I wanna be pardoned by university to become a boss! I wanna have a gang while playing background music!"

"IF I EVER REINCARNATE TO KATEKYO HITMAN REBORN, I'LL BECOME VONGOLA DECIMOOOOOOOO!"

Darkness enveloped her as she sunk deeper into the abyss, not knowing what was going on after that flash that blinded her eyes. Could it be isekai truck-kun? She scoffed at her own words, not believing a single thing that came out of her own thoughts. She felt a shuffle, then a thump as her whole world lifted in the air. Suddenly, a baby's cry chortled beside her, screaming.

What was going on? Was she being carried into some kind of ambulance? A hospital? Did she give birth-What? But she was still 19 years old and never touched a man's hand! The baby's cry grew louder, almost piercing her in the ears.

Was it even possible for her to remain conscious even though she couldn't open her eyes? She tried lifting her eyelids, but it remained glued shut, as if this impenetrable force was clamping down her eyes, telling her not to look.

A waft of air blew on her chest.

"[Papa! Look at them! Twins!]"

A woman's voice rang out loudly, but her tone was soft and melodic as the sounds of humans floated into her ears.

'...Japanese?'

"[Ah, but one isn't crying.]"

A man's voice rang out this time in front of her as she tried deciphering the words with all her experiences of watching anime for over 10 years. Crying? Did the man just say that 'one isn't crying?' Was he pointing to someone in the room?

She felt her whole world tip over before trying to flail, confusion ringing inside her mind before-

Slap!

"Waaaaaaaaah!"

'What the eff, bro?!'

She felt so sensitive-so...naked!

'Call my lawyer! I will sue you till you don't even have the freedom of speech! Lawyer! Lawyer!'

"Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaalw!" She yelped her syllables that couldn't pop out of her mouth and tried again.

"Wawawawa-"

Something was weird. Very weird.

"[I think we've got ourselves a little weirdo from the get-go!]"

Her butt stung as she tried blinking her eyes, gasping twice and shaking her head to wake her up from this bad dream. Her vision stung the moment she did, lights blinding her as she screamed again, trying to bat away the light with her flimsy small fists. Through her blurry vision, she saw a man grinning from ear to ear before throwing her over his shoulder and patting her on the back. She humped, dry launching from the action as the woman's soft laughter rang from behind as her own eyes closed shut again.

What did she see? She didn't see clearly, but the world was so...colorful.

"[I think I have a name for this little weirdo already!]"

Name? What name? What the hell were these two strangers talking about? And why in the hell was she able to understand Japanese so clearly? And they messed up her pronouns-and-

She tried hard, fighting her clamped eyes, 'Almost there!'

"Sawada Isago! Golden dust for my career!"

Isago slammed his eyes open, blinking rapidly at the man who was now throwing his small body into the air, his golden-amber eyes completely dazzling Isago.

"Waah da dak."

His first words were swear words in English.

She stared absentmindedly out the front porch. No, he stared absentmindedly out the front porch this fine morning. The sky was bright blue while Isago glanced at the buzzing street of Namimori, a small town located at the edges of Japan. In the corner of his eyes, he saw a small bird land on one of the tree branches before someone tapped him on the shoulder.

"Isa..go! Let's play!" Tsuna smiled sweetly at his younger brother, holding up his teddy in one hand. They were at the young age of four, Tsuna being born just minutes earlier than Isago. They seemed like twins, but one preferred a shorter hairstyle than the other, and their hair was in different colours.

"Hm...sure! What do you want to play?" Isago answered like how a four-year-old should and pushed himself onto his feet. Tsuna squeezed his teddy, pondering a bit before tilting his head to the side.

Tsuna was exactly the same in the anime, with spiky brown hair and brown eyes that shone brightly in the sun, his soft features held more of some baby fat than what was portrayed in the graphics, but still, Tsuna resembled Vongola Primo.

'Definitely a descendant of the Vongola family,' Isago quirked his lips as Tsuna explained his game of hide and seek, except the purpose was to hide and find teddy.

"Sure!" Isago chirped, holding his hand out for the teddy. "I'll go first then, since you never do, Tsuna."

Tsuna beamed brightly at his younger brother, giving his teddy over before Isago pointed to a wall in the corner of the room and Tsuna plodded over, covering his eyes as he started to count down from 100. Isago smiled slightly, tip-toeing to the washroom and turning on the lights to hide the teddy behind the rows and rows of shampoo bottles in one of the cupboards.

Isago frowned a bit when he realized that he couldn't reach the board, placed the teddy on the table and walked to the toilet that was beside the sink. He stepped onto the toilet, using it as his stepping stone and slammed his small hands onto the table, heaving himself upwards. Snatching the teddy from the original spot, Isago opened the cupboard and organized the bottles as a coverup, arranging the bottles so that not even the ears of the brown toy were visible from an adult's point of view.

Isago stepped down the table, plopping quietly onto his feet before listening to the countdown from Tsuna's mouth at the number 40. Isago smiled carefully, closing the lights as his gold eyes flashed through the mirror once, and Isago made his way to Tsuna's bedroom. Mom was cooking in the kitchen and humming about dad's arrival today.

Isago had retained his father's golden eyes, and yet had a shade of mocha as his hair color. Neither dad nor mom had the hair color, but Nana assumed that it was because her predecessor's hair color was close to black in the past. In contrast to Tsuna's spiky hair, Isago had flatter hair and was long, to the point that it was possible to tie it into a semi-ponytail. He had bangs covering the front in a slanted way, almost completely contrasting to Tsuna's cute and fluffy hair. Well, not that it mattered to Isago.

What was concerning to Isago, was that he was born as a boy.

"Ready or not, here I come!"

Isago heard Tsuna call from the bottom of the stairs before his small footsteps plattered onto the wood. Isago stared momentarily at the door before purposefully closing it and plopping down on Tsuna's bed. The bedsheets ruffled, crinkling a bit and Isago stared at his own crotch.

What the heck, this was so weird to have. It was so tiring to constantly have a thing dangling in between his legs. Even though it didn't hurt or feel uncomfortable, this new addition was a very mind-blowing...experience. Manspreading was also a new thing.

"Isago…?" Tsuna's face peeped into his own room and giggled before skipping over to his brother. "You must have placed teddy here!"

"I don't know," Isago replied with a small smirk. "Why don't you try and find it?"

"Teddy! Teddy!" Tsuna called cutely as if the bear was able to reply back to him.

"Tsuna, if you can find it then I'll ask mom to make your favourite Salisbury steak that she only makes when dad comes home!" Isago called as Tsuna's eyes fired up intensely.

"Steak! Steak! Steak!" Tsuna batted his fists on his crouched knees and started to chant it like some kind of song. Joy could be seen all over his face as he rustled his piles of stuff in the closet, then turned over to his desk and started rummaging in the drawers.

"Steak, steak, steaky, steak-"

Isago smiled secretly, knowing that Tsuna had no knowledge of dad coming home today. Honestly, Isago didn't know what to describe his dad. A good dad? No, he left his wife basically widowed from the moment they were born. A bad dad? You couldn't say that either.

Then again, mama never worked, so it was plausible to think that the house was bought and supplied with money from dad every year. Not to mention that the house was quite large for a family of three. Dad was probably also preparing the house to be the main hideout for the future Vongola.

"Iemitsu Sawada, huh?" Isago murmured his dad's name under his lips.

There was a reason why his dad stationed his family near the unknown town of Namimori. It was probably in order to protect them from the mafia. So in the end, was he a good dad? Isago watched Tsuna's fluffy hair swish in the lights as the sound of tires echoed into the neighborhood.

Isago lifted his eyebrows at the sound, turning his head to Tsuna's open window to see a short black car parked a few meters away from the Sawada residence. Isago stood up slowly, walking towards the window and hopped onto a small step box and leaned on the wall, crossing his arms together as he peered outside.

"Tsuna, let's rank this game harder. You have exactly 100 seconds like the countdown to find your teddy, or else the promise is off," Isago turned to Tsuna who's eyes widened like saucers, gasping before throwing his hands into the depths of his drawers.

"That's not fair, Isago!" The boy whimpered as Isago started to count the numbers from 100, forcing the small boy to sweat. Inside, Isago spotted a blond head popping out of the driver's seat.

The man was wearing orange overalls that were only pulled onto his waist. His dirty sweatshirt was worn in a fashion that showed his armpit hair clearly even from far away. The sight was disgusting.

"Men," Isago made a face, recognizing that it was his father. "66...67...68...69…"

"Isago! Slow down!" Tsuna wailed and rummaged through his toy box, tears streaming down his face at the decreasing numbers. Iemitsu pulled a construction hat out of the front side, then walked to the passenger's seat, opening the door to reveal another man wearing a blue vacation shirt with pink flowers on it.

The man stepped out of the car, smiling widely at his assistant who passed him a straw hat. As if the man noticed, his eyes flashed to the window, meeting the gaze of Isago. There was curiosity and wonder that passed through the male's eyes, but then greeted the child by lifting his hat and giving a salute which Isago returned with a polite nod.

'Vongola ninth,' Isago addressed the man quickly, curling his lips at the status before turning back to Tsuna, the numbers ending with the last count of zero.

"Isaaaagoo!" Tsuna sobbed into his long-sleeved sweater, sniffing as the sleeve soaked up his snot. "I couldn't find it-I'm sorry!"

Isago's eyes softened at the small boy, hopping down from the stepping box before crouching next to Tsuna who was on his knees.

"Tsuna, Tsuna, why are you sorry?" Isago patted Tsuna on the shoulders. Tsuna threw his arm down, staring at Isago who had a soft smile on his face.

"Be-because Isago's favorite...also steak…" the young boy blew his wet cheeks and Isago chuckled, pulling his brother into a large hug. That was not exactly true, Isago's favourite was sweet parfaits rather than savory main course meals, but Nana had never brought the two to a sweets cafe so Isago had made up his preferences to match Tsuna's.

"How about this, I'll magically transform the steak onto the table if you promise me one thing," Isago patted Tsuna who blew into his shoulder. Momentarily, Isago made a face of disgust, but once thinking that they were from the same blood, a smile was forcefully plastered onto his soft features.

Tsuna also realized his own misdoings, instantly freezing before wiping his own sleeve on Isago's shoulder, trying to correct the snot, only to make it smear even wider on the hoodie.

"I'll have to change my clothes," Isago sighed before pushing Tsuna away and walking to his own room. Tsuna followed like an abandoned puppy. His two fingers fiddled as he watched Isago pull his T-shirt off, and grabbed a random sweater before pulling it over his head.

"Mm sorry Isago…" Tsuna trailed off, staring guilty on the ground as Isago's head emerged out. "I will promise anything that you want! Forever!"

'What a dangerous promise, Tsuna,' Isago's eyes glimmered before turning towards his brother. The shadows in his room casted upon Isago's face as his grin widened almost too maliciously.

"Then promise me Tsuna, no matter what the circumstance you must not harm me. If you do, then our relationship as brothers are over." Isago's hair fell over his eyes as he brushed it back, getting a clear look at the boy's small face.

"Harm?" Tsuna tilted his head curiously at the word, repeating to make sure he pronounced it correctly. "What's that?"

"It means that I will be gone from your life forever, Tsuna," Isago's voice deepen with glee at the horror that flashed through the boy's face. Tsuna's hands instantly clutched the sides of his shorts, shaking his head furiously.

"I will never harm you! I will never! Never!"

"Good," Isago walked closer to his dear brother, jerking his thumb under Tsuna's teary eyes. The young boy looked fragile and broken at Isago's words, almost as if he couldn't imagine living without Isago.

"Because I love you so much that it may serve as a double-edged sword to both of us," Isago gave little Tsuna a small peck on his cheeks, smirking at Tsuna's pouting face as his fingers clutched the edges of Isago's sweater.

"I wove you too," Tsuna buried his face into his brother's sweater, murmuring the phrase until the front door was pushed open and mama's clear voice rang through the house, calling the two boys down.

It was true, Tsuna was a precious little brother to Isago, even if Tsuna was legally the older one. But that didn't matter in front of power. If Tsuna stood in the way of succession, then Isago would cut off Tsuna's arms and legs to prevent Tsuna from overtaking the throne. That was how cold-hearted Isago was.

But then again, was Isago able to do it?

That's why Isago would give Tsuna the choice. He would not harm Tsuna until his own brother decided that Isago was a threat to the family and his life. He would let Tsuna break their relationship, and make him wallow in despair. As long as Tsuna loved him, Isago would let him go. But if Tsuna disobeyed, then everything will be over.

"Come on, brother," Isago gestured towards the door, stepping forward with Tsuna holding him. When they reached the bottom of the stairs, Iemitsu was grinning at both boys, arms extended.

"Weirdo Isago! TsunaTsuna! Papa is back home!"

The two boys huddled over to their papa, Tsuna waddling towards him while Isago was pulled into a large embrace, dad's hand ruffling in his hair as Isago grinned at the man. The smell of sweat and tobacco filled Isago's nostrils, instantly making him suppress a sour face at his own father. Mama giggled at the family reunion while Isago's eyes trailed to her, gesturing for a group hug.

"Oh, dear!" Mama threw herself into the group hug and Iemitsu kissed her sloppily on the cheeks, rubbing her face with fondness. It was then Tsuna noticed a stranger behind dad, smiling sweetly at the family after Tsuna opened his mouth with quivering fear.

"Oh, Tsuna! Don't worry, this is Timoteo-" Dad looked over at the grandfather figure, releasing all of us as he gestured politely at the man. "-My boss."

"Welcome!" Nana grinned, lowering her body into a 90-degree bow. "Thank you for taking care of my husband all this time!"

Isago glanced towards his mom, then followed, repeating the same words of thanks. Tsuna only stood there, confused and not knowing what to do and hid behind his mother, clutching her apron.

"Tsuna!" Mom bickered with a sigh but smiled soon afterwards. She patted me on the head as a 'good job' before apologizing for her son's imprudence.

"That isn't a problem," Timoteo said, softening his eyes at us before crouching down to our eye level. "I have to thank you for having such a wonderful father that I can trust."

'Of course, you're literally naming his son as successor,' Isago thought bitterly before pulling Tsuna out from behind mom. 'So who is it going to be? Tsuna, or me?'

Vongola ninth had to choose between the two of them because they were the only ones that would be left in the Vongola bloodline. If what Isago remembered was correct, there was more than one successor to the Vongola line, but they all died, which left Tsuna being the only one that could inherit the family.

Tsuna's hand started to quake before Isago squeezed it reassuringly, giving him a small nudge. Tsuna was still hesitating so Isago started first.

"I'm Isago, this is Tsuna, my older brother!" He deliberately said, lowering his head as Tsuna, this time, followed his younger brother's lead.

"Oh, he's the older one, huh?" Timoteo turned his gentle gaze towards the older brother and nodded. Isago pleaded that they were going to leave the throne of successor to the worthy, not the older. Isago was going to prove himself worthy, prove himself, to be a better leader than his brother.

Tsuna was not suited as a leader, maybe in the long run of taking care of his family members, yes, but Isago was more of a leader in the expanding and influential way.

'Give the role of successor to me, and I will hold Vongola to its glory. I will make Vongola the strongest in history, and it will flourish more than the past ten generations combined.'

Isago wanted the Vongola position. He wanted it desperately.

As if Timoteo could hear Isago's thoughts, the grandfather's eyes turned to the younger sibling, staring at him hard. Isago didn't move his eyes, only stared back and tried to convey the message through his gaze.

'Give it to me, I want it. I need it.'

Timoteo's gaze deepened, opening his mouth to say something as conflict passed through his face, then clamped his mouth shut. Iemitsu, sensing that something was sort of amidst, invited his boss into the house, telling the group that he was famished. Nana gasped, pardoning her forgetfulness before guiding the guest to the table.

Isago let go of the breath he held inside, looking towards Tsuna who was staring at the grandfather.

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stirpicus · 4 years

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If you don't mind me asking, what happened to aiden after ep 5?

No canon answer, but I always liked to imagine that after he had worked off his debt to Sky City he was eventually let out of prison on good behavior. Rather than go back, he would see this as a chance to start afresh free from the jealousy and insecurity he had felt back in Beacontown.

As part of his fresh start, he would try to help New Sky City get off the ground (if you’ll pardon the pun) and become an adviser to Isa and the Sky City folks. (Technically the Blaze Rods would be the most experienced ground-dwellers in that whole world so they’d have a lot of knowledge that the others wouldn’t have.)

Aiden alludes once to wanting to be a writer, which is a dream he could finally get to once he starts this new life for himself. And when it came time to writing a book, he might just decide to write it about the greatest hero he’d ever known - A hero that he was once super jealous of... but only because of just how much he admired them. He’d write a book all about how this hero conquered the Witherstorm, brought people together, went on crazy portal hopping adventures... And eventually when he was done he’d be all excited to publish it only to realize that Lukas

had

written

the

exact

same

book

first.

And thus poor Aiden would be forced to repeat the cycle of jealousy all over again.

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deberiaestarescribiendo · 3 years

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Saint Jude's Miracle: a Javier Peña x OFC (Isa) FanFic. Chapter III

Summary: After the operation at the border, Javier accepts a task to continue his new partnership with the DEA but that would may affect his marriage with Isa who sees how he’s getting farther and farther away from her.

WC: 4,5k (Ups sorry)

Warnings: angst and domestic Javi cos I like to hurt my feelings, light smut: very light descriptions of oral (female receiving) and p in v sex (I’m trying guys, not very used to write this things in English)

A/N: Hi! This third chapter is a little longer because I didn’t know where to cut without making it just feelings and angst, so I add a little bit of spice and plot. Again thank you so much to the ones that find this and read it, like it and reblog it. It means a lot. And lastly, as usual, this has not been beta’d and I’m sorry for any mistake and bad grammar you find.

Spanish in cursive with translations right after in parenthesis

Chapter 1 Chapter 2

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"Jav...what you found at the raid, what you did, my bosses are impressed. They are actually asking me if you’d be up to do this again, maybe they need your formal statement about those documents” Steve announces

“I’m doing whatever you need, Steve” he answers

“Really? Okay, they’re going to freak out once they know you’re back...kinda”

“Yeah...I wouldn’t be surprised if they think I switched sides or whatever and that’s how I got that intel” Javi jokes

“So, Javi Peña...you’re my informant now. I won’t treat you as kindly as you treated yours though” he mocks

“Fuck you, Steve”

“Yeah, that’s what you did with them and that’s exactly what I’m not going to do to you” he continues

Javi grins. He misses that, the bickering, talking to his friend.

“I’ll call you back, Javi. I let you know what they say” Steve says after Javier had been quite for a few minutes

“Anything, Steve”

A few calls back and forth and Javi’s heart is pounding on his chest, he doesn’t know if it’s excitement or fear or the two combined, but, anyway,this is the most alive he has felt in a long time.

Isa and Elvira sit on the garden, both of them on the grass drinking an ice cold cola. Javier is holding the exterior tubes of the air conditioner cursing like a sailor when the machine still doesn’t work, he has been trying to repair the thing for hours now, and the persistent calls interrupting him aren’t helping. Normally they call after dinner time. Javi locks himself in his office or in the living room if Elvi and Isa are already upstairs. They, whoever they are, are the ones guilty of her husband’s behavior lately. The ones that keep him up at night, they stress him and distract him. Get him farther and farther away from me she thinks. They’ve called at least four times already.

Isabel knows something is up. Every time Javi returns from one of those phone calls he grows more a more frustrated over the device.

“Fuck me” he mutters pressing violently every button.

“Are you alright, honey?” Isa laughs. She gives a gentle squeeze on his shoulder feeling the tense muscles underneath the shirt.

“We’re going to get a new one right now. Do you want to go to the mall?” He turns, his handsome face covered in sweat. Isa pulls his wet hair out of his forehead, with that brief distraction; Javi takes her cold drink from her hand really fast and gulps the whole thing in seconds.

“Hey, that was mine”

“What’s mine it’s yours, remember?” He winks “I really don’t know how to repair this shit” and he kicks the machine

“Javi, it’s going to cost a ton. I think my mum had an old one at the hair salon”

At the mention of her mother in law, her husband rolls his eyes.

“Yeah, I know” she tickles his belly, the white shirt glued to his skin “You just have to leave me there, we pick it up and then we leave. You don’t even have to talk to her”

Javi runs a hand through his dark wet hair “Well, fuck it, I can’t stand this hell anymore might as well go all the way down and say hi to the devil”

Isa snorts laughing and slaps him playfully “Javi, she’s not that bad”

“We hate each other, it’s fine” he shrugs “Anyway I have to go downtown. What if I drop both of you at your mother’s salon while I do some errands? Elvi likes to spend time with her”“That’s a good idea” she agrees, Isa is dying to know what “errands” he has to do, but she doesn’t ask.

“Pues se dejo la carrera a medio terminar, una gran decepción para su padre y para mi” (She didn’t finish her degree, it was such a disappointment for her father and me)

“Claro, mijita, es que una se espera hasta que ya termina los estudios y ya se casan y después tienen los muchachos” (Of course, love. You have to wait until you finish your studies and then you get married and have kids) Mrs Alvarez adds holding her hair in the towel while she waits for Carmen to start.

Isa is used to the bickering whenever she spends time at her mother’s salon. Her usual costumers know the entire story: First child to go to college in the family gets pregnant before getting married and then she had to drop out; a disgrace.

At the beginning of her pregnancy and her relationship with Javier, she blushed and tried to bury herself on the purple sofa where the clients waited when her mother and costumers started this conversation about her. But after years and years of the same discussion she just smiles boringly while she glances uninterested over the different magazines on the table and waits until they’re finished with her. Luckily she has her daughter now, who distracts the ladies with her funny comments, a song, or anything her bubbly self makes up. Elvira loves the salon; the ladies give her a few one dollar bills and candy whenever they have some.

“Tan linda, mi nieta. Ese es el consuelo que tengo” (My granddaughter is so lovely, that’s my only consolation) Carmen Alamos is a strong woman. Stern and straightforward, a good and god-fearing catholic that works hard to sustain her family and that has always kept a passion for knowledge. Isa remembers clearly when she was a teenager and she would clean up at the end of the day giving the chance for her mother to take a little time for herself that she usually spent reading her books and studying English so she could speak it and write it properly. She also kept studying other things out of curiosity and Carmen wanted her daughter to be someone, to really seize the opportunity to build a bright future for herself. Then shit happened. And Carmen sees only one culprit for that: Javier Peña.

After a few saddened sighs from the women, Carmen turns to her daughter.

“So what is it that you wanted?” she asks massaging Mrs Alvarez scalp.

“You still have the old Air conditioner from home right?” Isa tosses the magazines over the table and walks to the glass door. Javier is still somewhere in town.

“Yes, at the back office. Why do you need that?” she starts cutting the client’s hair with her swift and experienced hands.

“Ours broke down and it’s almost impossible to stay inside” Isa smiles seeing her daughter who looks mesmerized at her grandma’s skills.

“It’s so hot, abuelita, Mami had to sleep naked” Elvira says casually.

The three women at the salon gasp. Mrs Alvarez turns abruptly to face the little girl. Unfortunately for her hair, Carmen has chopped at the same time she turned and her hair is now uneven.

“Ay, Dios santo” Carmen quickly starts to solve what she’s done to the poor woman’s hair.

The sound of the car stopping breaks the uncomfortable moment. From the door, Isa sees Javier getting out the car. Tight jeans, black shirt and those aviator glasses she had gifted him on his birthday. He grins when he sees her and jumps the three steps towards the salon. The little bell rang when he opens the door while he takes off his glasses.

“Papi” Elvi runs and grabs him by his knees

“Hola, mi amor” (Hello, my love) he kisses her crown and hugs Isa with his other arm. “amores” ( my loves) he corrects

“Where were you?” Isa asks but he mutters later so she lets it go for the moment

“Señoras” (Ladies) he greets the ladies with a smile that rapidly disappears as he approaches his mother in law “Carmen, ¿cómo está?” (Carmen, how are you?)

“Hola, Javier. El aire está detrás.” (Hello, Javier. The Air conditioner is at the back) She answers dryly

“Gracias” Javi turns to Isa and rolls his eyes with a told you kind of expression.

“Por eso tu mama duerme desnuda, porque tiene a ese en la cama, ay pues no me extraña” (So that’s why your mum sleeps naked, she has him on her bed. It does not surprise me) Mrs Alvarez comments with a sly grin

Carmen jerks her harshly on the chair.

“Quédese quieta, señora Alvarez si no quiere que le haga un trasquilón” (Stay still, Mrs Alvarez if you don’t want a bad haircut)

Javier grunts carrying the heavy machine so Isa rushes to open the door for him and helps him get it to the car.

“We clearly agree in one thing, we hate each other’s guts” he leaves the device on the truck and dries the sweat on his forehead.

“Well you were the one that dishonored her little girl, what do you expect?” Isa hangs on him on her tip toes and kisses him softly. “Where were you?”

“Pardon?” He holds her by her hips and pushes her against his chest “If I recall correctly you were the one that seduced me” he ignores the second question

“You asked me out first”

“You approached me first” he smiles before lowering his touch to the end of her jeans shorts, but she slaps his hand away.

“I was waitressing, it was my job” Isa laughs “I’m going to say goodbye and take Elvi with me” she kisses him briefly one last time before climbing the stair to the salon.

Javi gets inside the car and watches as the little girl waves her goodbyes and Isa has annoyed expression. He knows her mother had some last comments about him as it is the usual thing with her. He can imagine perfectly how she’s complaining about him not giving her daughter a good life just because he couldn’t repair a damn air conditioner. He bites the inside of his cheek and leans on his seat, he knows the life he gives Isa and Elvi is about to be a little bit worse and it’s not because of a stupid machine.

It was too late to hide the papers he had on the dashboard: The documents that Steve had sent and his voyage plan to meet him in Mexico. He rushes to put everything inside the glove box, but Isa is already opening the door to the copilot seat. He pushes everything inside without much care.

“What was that?”

He was going to tell her but he has to find the perfect time so he can minimize the harm. He doesn’t want to seem too eager to leave, as he thinks that it is already the image his wife has of him. Javi Peña, always out the door.

“I had to pass by the office and grab some stupid documents. It’s nothing”

“I thought they’re closed for the summer…” Isa fastens her belt and turns to make sure Elvira has hers correctly locked.

“Yeah, but the doorman had a key and he opened it for me. Anyway, should we grab dinner somewhere? What do you say Elvi?” He smiles back to his daughter through the rearview mirror. Isa observes him with her arms crossed over her chest.

Javi starts the car, one hand on the steering wheel and the other on Isa’s thigh giving her gentle squeeze.

“Can we get ice-cream after?”

“Of course, baby. Anything for my girls”

He gets lost watching her do her little things: how she pulls her curls back to apply her night cream and the soft rose scent that it leaves on her face that he can smell when he buries his face on her neck; how lovely she looks in one of those big old t-shirts she uses as pajamas and how he’s dying to run his hands under it to find the familiar curves of her body. Without realizing it, he smiles lost in his daydreaming from the bathroom door. Her caramel eyes turn to him and a cheeky smile appears on her mouth.

“What?”

“Nothing”

“Okay…” she giggles “You can stop, you know? I’m not mad anymore”

“Stop what?”

“All these” she draws a circle in the air “Today. Eat out, ice-cream, now you look at me with those puppy eyes”

“I cannot take my family out? And look at my wife?” Javier comes closer and hugs her from behind, his large arms closing her tight against his chest. “That, by the way, looks quite gorgeous today” he says to her ear. He hums smelling the rose perfume, the one that has accompanied him every night of their marriage, the scent of home and making love in silence and sleepy kisses in the wake. He makes both of them swing in front of the mirror. I wish it was easier he thinks I wish I only wanted this

“Thanks” Isa caresses his strong forearms, following the veins and the freckles of his tanned skin.

When Javi opens his eyes he sees her reflection in the mirror; her eyes sparkle in the yellowish lights of the bathroom with tears struggling to be contained

“What’s wrong, baby?” Javi makes her turn and holds her with his arms on her lower back

“I…just…I feel like I’m becoming…” the tears finally roll out to her cheeks as she tries to swallow the lump on her throat

“What?” Javi puts his large hands on both sides of her head, wiping away the tears with his thumbs

“My mum…” she says eventually and crumbles to his chest in soft sobs

“God, what did she say?”

“That I’m becoming her… and I think, for once, I think she might be right” she whimpers and sniffs

“No, no. Mi amor…you’re not” he separates himself from her softly just so he can look at her face

“All my life I’ve seen her being like that…bitter, angry, asking question after question. I thought she was annoying. But now…well”

“I don’t get it”

“I think I understand. I don’t want to get to that point, but little by little we’re looking more and more like my parents marriage. I mean, you come home late and I get angry, I ask questions, and you get annoyed. I worry a lot and you’re getting bored of me” Isa fixes her gaze at some random point on the floor and she speaks faster and faster spitting every word until all that comes out from her mouth are soft whimpers

“Hold up, wait. I’m not bored of you” He pulls her chin up so he can look at her in the eye

“C’mon, Javi.” She bites her lip, trembling and tears now uncontrollably coming out of her eyes. “You hide things from me because you think that I’m gonna be mad and scream at you, which I do. And then you get inside your shell that I cannot get in” she points at the center of his chest.

Javi becomes silent and just cups her cheeks softly

“I don’t want to be that type of wife. I don’t want to scold you like if I were your mum. I want to be your friend, your confident, your lover”

“And you are, baby” He holds her again close to him and kisses her forehead “You are all of that”

“I don’t want just to be a housewife…I don’t want us to be a cliché”

“We are not that, babe”

“I’m exhausted, the house, Elvi and…”

“I don’t make things easier” Javi starts rocking their bodies softly side to side.

“No, you don’t. I wish you could just tell me what’s going on. It drives me crazy”

“Noth…” Isa shakes her head before he can finish

“Javi, please. The calls, the documents, the way you’re behaving” she counts

“Alright.” He sighs “They asked me to assist in a big operation. I’ve found something weird in one of the export’s companies that we manage at the office. So I called my old colleague and now I’m involved in this”

“Javi…” Isa murmurs

“I have to go to Mexico. Just for a week, meet him there and see what they got” The husband holds her by the arms, squeezing the skin as to alleviate the pressure he knows he is inflicting on her.

“When?” she says exhaling all the air in her lungs.

“In a week”

“Fuck…”

“I know, I didn’t tell because you would…”

“Be a pain in the ass?” she exits the bathroom and takes a seat on the right side of the bed.

“Worry” he completes. Javi turns off the lights and the two of them stay in the dim light of the nightstand lamp. The lamp she always leaves on when he’s away.

“Yeah” he crawls on the bed until he is kissing her nape “You’re never a pain in the ass by the way”

“I see how you react” she slightly turns her face, and Javier takes the opportunity to kiss her temple and the side of her mouth

“Nonsense” He circles her waist with both arms and pulls her against him. The softness of her skin and her warmth burn him with desire. He wants to take the pain away the only way he knows.

Isa responds with a moan at the feeling of his heat and the firmness of his chest. She lays her head back on his shoulder watching his hand roam around her body every touch of his fingers lighting a fire on her skin. He knows every corner, every touch that makes her tremble in pleasure and also how that ends conflicts right away.

“Javi” she pronounces his name like a plea. A plea for more, to make him stay with her and also to make her forget all her worries with his love.

His lips create a slow and unbearable path of kisses and bites where her skin more sensitive. His hands cup her breasts and the tender skin on her lower belly and hips.

“Te amo” (I love you) Isa says writhing, her whole body responding to his attention.

Javier looks at her, his deep brown eyes glowing, his breathing is now heavy. He pulls her in a swift movement to the end of the bed so he has access between her thighs. Isa laughs trying not to fall.

“Te vas a joder la espalda” (You’re going to hurt your back) she giggles

“Me estás diciendo viejo ¿o qué?” (You’re calling me old, or what?) he smirks and grabs her legs to open them

Isa smiles and covers her face with her forearm to hide her laughter.

“¿Ahora te ries?” (And now you’re laughing?) He’s standing on his knees between her thighs looking at her amused “Mala” (You’re mean) he gives a slap on her ass. When she uncovers her face, looking at him with her mouth open he mutters an apology.

“No, me gustó” (No, I liked it) she bites her lip and brushes her legs on his hip enticing him to come closer

He’s surprised for a second but then bends towards her, caging her against the mattress “Ah ¿sí?” (Ah, yeah?) Javi brushes his lips over her jaw pushing his hips towards her core

“No soy de las esposas que solo lo hacen en misionero un par de veces al mes, Javi” (I’m not the kind of wife that only does it missionary a couple of times a month, Javi) she grabs his hips and pushes him until his sex is against her. The wet friction of her damp panties sending shivers through her body.

“A mí me gusta el misionero” (I like missionary) He answers catching her lower lip with his, biting it gently

“You know what I mean” she rolls her eyes

“Yeah, I have a kinky wife” he slaps her again and swiftly grabs the waistband of her panties and rolls them to her feet. Isa rushes to take her over-sized t-shirt off and rests again laying on her back, legs wide open, exposed. “Mi amor” (my love) Javi moans watching her like that, squirming with desire and doesn’t waste time in adjusting his position so he can sink his face between her legs.

He tastes her and moans, words incomprehensible, and Isa closes her eyes while he drinks of her like she’s the first drop of water after a drought. His large hands hold her still and open when the pleasure it’s too much to handle. She begs, his name mixed with the name of God until she can control her trembles. Without giving her a moment to rest, Javi tops her and submerges himself in her holding a curse

“Mi amor” he repeats breathy on her ear. He thrusts into her slowly and deep at first but Isa’s legs wrap him even deeper, her nails scratch him and he starts going faster and harder. His forehead stays on hers watching how she closes her eyes and her mouth murmurs his name again and again. When he finally spills on her, she gives gentle kisses all over his face and hugs him impossibly tight.

“Te amo” she says again

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She admires at his profile, the way his plum lips are parted, breathing peacefully, his bare chest going up and down while he dreams. He looks beautiful like this, relaxed, almost boyish in a way. His sharp features are soft when she reaches to his face and traces his nose, his eyes and his jaw line with her finger. She has asked herself many times what is inside his head; those parts she doesn’t know. Sometimes she wishes to know everything; but sometimes she thinks the truth would hurt too much.

She knows that his former job as a DEA agent had affected him enormously. Isa knows the horrors that the drug war had caused in Colombia mainly by the news reports she’s seen and the brief stories Javier had told her at the beginning of their relationship. That Javier is dead, the agent, the man after monsters is gone, at least that’s what he tells her and himself.

Isabel met a broken man, a greyer version of himself, half way between the tough DEA agent and the young man that left Laredo full of dreams to see the world. Sometimes he was open, sometimes he was deep in his regrets and memories, Javier would always stay in a limbo where Isabel could reach him just in a physical way but his heart and his mind, even after many years, were still a mystery.

Where was he when he was quite? Where was he when he disappeared in his memories? Was he thinking about others? She knows quite well that he was more experienced than her in matters of the heart and almost in every other aspect. Isa had a high school sweetheart and just the one brief and disappointing relationship in college. He, in the other hand, had travelled the world, fought drug lords and corrupt governments, and the very system that employed him. He is older than her, and that doesn’t bother her, but sometimes she finds herself lacking in many ways: Lacking in interesting things to tell, in adventures, in knowledge other than being a housewife.

She sees how Elvira jumps in excitement when Javier comes home, she idolizes him and even though Isa doesn’t want to admit it, she is jealous. Elvira and her little world is hers, it’s the only thing she has. Every now and then she finds that her conversations circle only around her: her school, the new things Elvi likes and the things she says, to the point that Isabel has disappeared and only the mother exists.

And in that, she fears that her husband will lose all interest in her. All those doubts from the past come back now that he’s accepting those jobs that force him to leave the house for weeks. Was he running away? Why? And that little insidious voice answers: He didn’t love you back then, he doesn’t love you now. You just got pregnant in the worse moment and he had to act as a responsible adult

Javier had been single before meeting her for a long time, having sporadic lovers when he needed one. He didn’t tell her much about his past lovers but she recognized the type of men he was. He is intoxicating, raises desiring looks everywhere and she had fallen for that without a chance. She had been one of those girls that he dated briefly, a relationship with an expiring date, but then she took the pregnancy test and it came positive.

All he said when she told him was that he would be there for her for everything and whatever decision she would make; and he said yes to meet his parents, and he said yes to keep the baby and never complained or blamed her; but she knew that he didn’t planned to stay together much longer before she had told Javi the bad news. But everything changed after a dinner night in the Alamos’s household

“When are you marrying then? It has to be soon or else people would notice your belly” Francisco Alamos, her father, welcomed Javier in his house with his hands holding tightly his belt, ready at any moment to throw those big hands to his face if he said the wrong thing.

Javier had looked confused at first, but in a second he got himself together and answered with a bright smile that would have melted anyone but the Alamos:

“Everything has been so unplanned and out of the blue that I wanted that to be a surprised and, well, a little bit more romantic. Anyway, Mr. and Mrs. Alamos” he held Isa’s hand “Les pido la mano de su hija en matrimonio, si nos dan su bendición” (I ask for your daughter’s hand in marriage, with your blessing) he continued in Spanish

Isa nodded confused and didn’t say another word during dinner. When she escorted him to the door, she had asked if he was telling the truth, if he really wanted to marry her and form a family and he had agreed that it was for the better. And since then, Javier had acted the part and even if he had moments where his mind was elsewhere, he didn’t neglect his family in any way.

Isa dries a single tear that rolls down her cheek. The night is silent but the soft breathing of her husband and the air coming out the new Air conditioner; she cuddles his warm body, holding him tight against her chest; a futile gesture to bind him to her heart and the house.

“Stay” she whispers.

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Through the Fire -- XemSai Fic

Chapter 1: No. 1 // Words: 2219 // Rated T for They’ve Been In Love For Years

Synopsis: With strange reports of arson popping up throughout the city, Xemnas, the de facto Hollow Bastion Restoration Committee leader while Leon is out of town, entails the investigating-expertise of a certain blue-haired private detective.

“He’s here, your detective.”

It was the scorn in Braig’s tone that made it obvious which detective he was talking about. Dilan’s silence, aided only by a smooth, almost piteous nod, was enough to launch him into another grumbled fit.

“He acts like he’s sent from Jehova or something,” Braig took a sip of his coffee, swirling the cup as he scoffed and looked towards his other companion. “I bet you can’t wait for him to leave.”

What were the odds that, out of all the detectives in the area, it would be him?

Their superior didn’t tear his gaze away from the office plant, his eyes narrowing, thoughts pulling him elsewhere. Was this fate perhaps? He felt the warmth, almost scalding against his palm, of the coffee in his mug. Your detective.

“I supposed I’ve made him wait long enough, haven’t I?”

Braig snorted, nodding, and watched as his superior, slowly, made his way to the back office. The Organization members’ gazes followed him, and as he turned the corner, Braig stifled a laugh.

“I don’t know which of them I should feel sorrier for.”

And Dilan, once again, silently nodded.

It wasn’t like the Detective to sit during a meeting. He’d sat once and after that….well…he stood.

But today, today he sat, and when Xemnas entered the office, he didn’t rise. His gaze barely met the newcomer’s, a glimpse of honeyed gold, before he looked back to the report.

Detective Isa closed the report, put it on the desk with the shake of the head. “Six burned structures in less than two months. This perpetrator is...quite dangerous Sir.”

Xemnas took the report, eyeing it smoothly before placing it back onto the desk. He sat, and for a moment neither talked. The sound of the ticking clock to fill the room, and with an air of dramatics, he gave a low sigh.

“We did find the fires odd ourselves, but the defense network said it was faulty wiring, so we trusted it. It was only when we personally investigated that we found the oddities."

Their eyes met again, that sharp teal almost poetically knowing. Xemnas sipped at his coffee, felt it scald his tongue and fought against the urge to flinch as the teal gaze didn't waver. He took another sip, felt it on his deadened tongue, and waited for the question he knew would come.

“The graffiti I presume?”

Not the question he’d expected, but Xemnas nodded. The painted symbol came to mind, its carefully drawn edges deliberate against burned brick, taunting him with each jagged splash of red. It’d been an odd-shape, circular at times, pointed at others. The name of the symbol alluded him, and even the Detective, clearing his throat, seemed mildly pink-hued as he failed to recall the name himself.

“Pardon my bluntness,” And there it was: the question. Isa’s gaze was even, his voice level, but still, as he clasped his hands together, there was a motion of embarrassment. “Has Leon returned from…”

It was like him, so dependable. Predictable. He wouldn’t want to work with him, why would he? He was smart to want to flee.

Xemnas knew something like this would arise when he'd contacted the outside authorities for help. Knew upon hearing the title Detective Isa that his flash of worry had been felt in the other. But Xemnas was made for this, raised for this, his personality crafted in such a way that knowing how to wound came just as easily, just as naturally, as knowing how to heal. Isa’s words faltered into the sound of the clock and his polite bravado seemed to lessen. For anyone to question his authority, his ability to lead, called for a bit of ego wounding.

Predictable. Expected. Exactly the kind of behavior he'd come to find reliable.

He was sure, as he let gravity drag his words forward, that the Detective probably appreciated the same things out of him.

“If Leon had returned do you think my Organization would be helping the Restoration Committee operate? No Detective, he hasn’t returned.”

It’d only been three months since the stern Committee leader had gone to advocate for the restoration of Radiant Garden. It'd only made sense that he came to Xemnas, asking, in plain tones, for him to step into the de facto role of leader. They were the same after-all, refugeed by the war, brought back by a yearning for home. It was what’d driven him to establish The Organization to preserve Radiant Garden’s cultural history, had fostered the chains of community between him and his subordinates. It was inevitable that the two groups would merge, their goals were similar enough, but Xemnas would have rathered it’d happened at a different time, not when a pyromaniac was seemingly hell-bent on returning the town to its post-war appearance.

He would have rathered not having to call in outside forces.

Having to call in this detective.

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