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starogeorgina · 1 year

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Violent delights

Warnings: Swearing, smut

Pairings: Jacaerys Velaryon x oc

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Your mother stares at her eldest son with admiration; she respected him for his proposal to protect his family, but she could sense your hesitation. “Jacaerys...,” she sighs, “my kindhearted boy, that is the most honorable of proposals, but—”

“A genius idea,” Daemon states, cutting your mother off before she can continue. “Aemma will be a Velaryon, thus protected from the greens.”

A heaviness builds in your chest as you listen to your mother and Daemon discuss the political benefits that would come from you marrying Jacaerys. Watching your mother cradle her growing bump highlighted the disadvantages. You’d never be able to give him a male heir or possibly any children of his own.

“I’m not suggesting this as a political arrangement,” Jace states. Your mother's eyes widen at her son’s words, and she looks up at Daemon, who’s grinning. He didn’t seem surprised by your brother's idea. “You're proof that marrying for love works.” Jace looks over to you, his dark eyes full of fear. “Lyarra?”

Struggling to find your voice, you look between the three of them, knowing that none of them wants to hear what you have to say. You loved your older brother far too much to let him marry you for the sake of honor; he deserves better. Tears start to build behind your eyes at the same time Aemma begins to scream, “I need to tend to Aemma; excuse me.”

You practically run out of the room, not looking back as your name is called.

The moment the door to your bedchamber is closed, you begin to sob, your stream of tears matching your daughters. “It’s okay, it’s okay,” you say, softly kissing the side of her head. “It will all be okay, I promise.”

Reluctantly, you call for a wet nurse; not being able to feed Aemma yourself plagues you with guilt. When the wet nurse arrived, you handed Aemma to her and excused yourself. You go and stand on a small balcony just off your room, watching the waves crash below, not caring about your skin and clothes getting soaked.

You close your eyes, hearing footsteps closing in from behind. You just needed a few more seconds to clear your head before you were no doubt ambushed about how rude you were to leave so abruptly, but to your surprise, nobody speaks. You can feel their body heat rubbing off on you when a large cloak is draped over your shoulders, then the hood is pulled down to cover your face.

“I didn’t mean to upset you.”

You open your eyes and look into the bloodshot eyes of your brothers; it hurts to see him looking so hurt by your own actions. “You didn’t. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to run off like that, but I was just so overwhelmed.”

“Please don’t apologize or explain; it’s my fault. I put you on the spot, which I shouldn’t have done; I should have asked you privately.”

You cup the side of his face and say, “My sweet Jacaerys. I know you want to do everything you can to protect Aemma, and I am wholeheartedly thankful for that.”

He stares at you in disbelief. “You really think that’s the only reason I proposed marriage? Lyarra I was heartbroken when you married Aegon. And not just because he is cruel and vulgar, but because I’d be losing you forever. I’ve loved you since I was a boy, and I don’t ever imagine the day that I don’t. But I will not force you into another marriage.”

You cut him off by crashing your lips against his. Warm tears spill down your cheeks. You pull back from the kiss, rest your forehead against his, and chuckle softly. “I used to dream of marrying you when I was younger. How happy our grandsire would be, what we would name our children... but I stopped believing it was ever possible when Alicent declared I was a match made for Aegon.”

“If this is something we both want, then nothing is standing in our way.”

The sky above you had turned black as the winds picked up and the rainfall became much heavier. It was so dark that you could hardly see Jace standing in front of you, sighing and shaking your head. “I may never be able to give you an heir... After everything that Aegon put me through, the idea of ever laying with a man again... I just don’t know if I can do it. I’m sorry.”

“I will never force you to do something that you don’t want too. All I want is to keep you safe; as for an heir, we already have Aemma.”

Your eyes brim with tears, but this time it’s from happiness. “You mean it? Even though she is no-t”

“Aemma is my blood; I would risk my life protecting her regardless of what happens between us,” he says, clearing his throat. “But I promise you I will love her as my own, the same way Daemon has loved us.”

You kiss him again, but this time it is significantly more tender and sweet. “We should inform them of our decision,” you laugh, “assuming, of course, the proposal is still an option.”

He kisses you on the cheek before wrapping his arm around your shoulder and ushering you inside. You feel as if you are floating as your head spins with everything happening so fast. You just prayed to the gods that this wasn’t a dream you could ever wake up from.

𝘏𝘦𝘯 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘰𝘵𝘪 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘨𝘢𝘳 / 𝘝𝘢 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘪 𝘷ã𝘦𝘥𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘢 / 𝘔𝘦𝘳𝘰

𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘻𝘰𝘵 𝘨𝘪𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘪 / 𝘌𝘭𝘦𝘥𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘢 𝘪ā𝘳𝘻𝘢 𝘴ì𝘳 / 𝘐𝘻𝘶𝘭𝘪 𝘢𝘮𝘱ã 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘻𝘪 /

𝘗𝘳ü𝘮𝘪 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪 𝘴ē𝘵𝘦𝘬𝘴𝘪 / 𝘏𝘦𝘯 𝘫𝘦𝘯𝘺 𝘮ä𝘻𝘪𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘯 / 𝘘𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘢

𝘰𝘻û𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘪 / 𝘚𝘺𝘯𝘥𝘳𝘰𝘳𝘰 𝘰ñ𝘰 𝘫ê𝘥𝘰 / 𝘙ÿ 𝘬𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘻𝘷𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘬𝘴𝘪

𝘉𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘸𝘰 / 𝘑𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘦 / 𝘎𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘭𝘢𝘮𝘦 / 𝘈𝘯𝘥

𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘴 / 𝘛𝘸𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘴 / 𝘍𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘴 / 𝘈 𝘧𝘶𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘴 / 𝘛𝘩𝘦

𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 / 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘰𝘸 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 / 𝘖𝘧 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵

“Fuck!”

Hearing Jace moan loudly in pleasure caused you to speed up your actions. You were eager to give him the relief he desperately sought. Usually you would enjoy teasing him, but since you rarely got alone time together, you needed to be quick.

“Lyarra, please,” he begs. “Please don’t stop.”

You pumped his member into your hand while Jace continued to lick and suck at your breast. He had seen your body change many times over the past few years, but his lust for you hadn’t changed. It was only seconds after the door to your bedchamber closed that he had you pinned up against the wall, his lips clashing against your own. Craving to touch him, you didn’t bother attempting to undress Jace; you pushed your hand into his waistband and took hold of his already hard cock. At the same time, Jace bit and sucked at your neck before pulling the top of your dress down so he could have better access to your heavy chest.

With a knock at the door, you and Jace jump apart; he quickly shoves himself back into his trousers while you pull the top of your dress back up. Unsure what to expect, you shared a look of concern with him; you’d explicitly asked to be left alone and only interrupted if it was important. You smooth your dress down nervously before opening the door to face one of your mother's handmaids.

She bows, “Forgive the intrusion; Princess Rhaenyra has urgently requested both your presence.”

Jacaerys thanks her before taking your hand, and quickly you head in the direction of the chambers your mother was in. Silently, you prayed it wasn’t anything too serious. Both you and your mother were pregnant again and stressful situations was the last thing you needed.

—

“Absolutely not!” Your husband clenches his fists and says, “You cannot go to King's Landing. I will not have you relive the hell you went through.”

You glance at your daughter, who happily snuggles into what looks like an old rag, holding it close to her face as she sleeps in your bed, unfazed by her father's loud voice. Jacaerys has always been hot-tempered but usually manages to maintain his composure; however, he was being pushed to the edge. His brown eyes are full of guilt and shame when he looks down at his daughter.

Lord Corlys' eldest nephew, Vaemond, insisted he should be Corlys' chosen successor, claiming your three eldest brothers were bastards and your mother was guilty of committing adultery. To keep Lucerys as the rightful heir of Driftmark, your family would need to travel to the keep and fight for his claim.

“We will be fine, my love, Alicent-”

“She is cruel; she will do anything she can to further the claim that me, Luke, and Joffrey are bastards,” he says quietly. “I will do anything to protect our brother, but I’m not putting you at risk at the same time.”

You could tell he was holding something back as he pulled on the threads of the soft gray fur hanging on the bottom of the bed. “Things will be different this time; I won’t be alone.”

“What if Aegon sees Aemma and…”

“And?” You cup his face gently and say, “You’re her father, Jace. You’re the one who raised her, and she loves you as her father. No matter what anyone says, that will never change.” You could see the doubt in his eyes. “They wouldn’t dare say or do anything to our sweet little girl; otherwise, they would have the whole of house Velaryon to deal with. Not to mention Daemon; he would bring fire and blood if they ever hurt his children or grandchildren.”

“I suppose you are right.” Looking defeated, he sits on the chair by the foot of the bed and sighs, “If my legitimacy is put into question, then so is our children’s.”

The gods had been kind since your marriage to Jacaerys, blessing you with both healthy male and female heirs. After a year of marriage, you finally felt ready to lay with your husband, and not long after, your second daughter was born. You named her Rhaenys after your grandmother on your father's side. Less than two years later, you give birth to twin sons, Avery and Aethan. All of them shared your Targaryen features; however, you secretly hoped the next one looked like Jace. “Then we will remind them that we are part Targaryen, and the blood of the dragon runs thick through our veins and our children’s. We need to do this; we need to go and show a united front for our family. For Lucerys. I will not allow the greens to treat him the same way they treated me.”

“Your bravery never fails to amaze me,” he says, kissing the back of your hand. For the first few months of your second pregnancy, Jacaerys often found you kneeling, eyes closed, hands pressed together, while you prayed for your babe to be healthy. It was then that he truly understood how terrifying living in the keep and going through each pregnancy alone must have been. Ever since he took every opportunity to remind you of that, He lets out a soft chuckle. “Do you think our dragons will be restless without us near?”

“We shall bring them with us. I will fly on Viserion and you on Vermax to the keep; our children can either fly with us or go in the carriage with our mother and Daemon.”

A little more content Jacaerys nods in agreement before he starts to get ready for bed. You force a smile, afraid to admit how truly scared you are to return to the keep.

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celluloidbroomcloset · 3 months

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I was thinking a bit more about how Stede and Ed act as the dads/parental figures of the ship.

Stede's struggle in Season 1 is his failure as a father and a husband, and his inadequacy as a captain. In both cases, he's failed to be the father figure he felt he needed to be to fulfill his role. But he starts bonding with the crew via games and stories, which we see is how he made connections with his children.

Ed has succeeded as a captain, but he does so at a cost to himself and his desires. The exhaustion of being Blackbeard has meant a sacrifice of identity and a near-collapse. When he joins with Stede, he's able to shift some of the burden and actually have fun with life again.

Neither man has received a model of how to be a parental figure—both of their fathers were abusive, Ed lost his mother at an early age, and Stede's mother is largely nonexistent. They recognize what they're supposed to be, but they struggle to fulfill the role. Neither man has had a partner in whom he can trust and depend on to listen.

Just one of them struggles to maintain balance and image—Stede is ill-equipped, at the start, to act as a captain. He connects to the crew in his own way, but it's still not enough to protect them from the Spanish or from other pirates. Ed's arrival on the Revenge introduces the dynamic of co-captains, and he and Stede take on increasingly balanced roles right from the start. But Ed shows how very exhausting it is to be a captain when you have to make life or death decisions and know that everyone is looking to you:

"They're all gonna die, and it's all gonna be your fault. All the men who trusted you. All their blood's gonna be on your hands. It's going to be your fault."

It's Stede's presence that allows Ed to relax a little, and Ed's knowledge that guides Stede to his own revelations. They push each other to think differently and see the world from a new angle in which neither of them are the sole guiding light, but act in tandem with each other. Their balance means that they come up with the same idea of the lighthouse, and Ed figures out how to implement it by working together.

When Stede leaves, the balance of the ship is thrown off by the loss of one parental figure. Ed is unmoored and takes on the same weight that he has before, only he's now completely unequipped to manage it, both emotionally and psychologically, just as Stede was in the pilot and first few episodes. The result is a toxic atmosphere that damages the crew and makes Ed suicidal.

Izzy, amazingly, is quite right: they balance each other out. Stede’s return calms everyone, but he also can’t shoulder everything by himself. Ed being there, backing him up, even being someone that the crew still refer to as captain and reminding Stede to “just go with it” about the tub, helps to manage Stede’s authority and avoids him becoming too much of a pirate captain (which is what he'd be in danger of becoming if he only had Izzy there to give him advice). But even then, Stede shows the strain of having to be responsible for his crew - the murder of Low is necessary and it also damages him.

Which is part of why I like that Stede and Ed stay on land at the end. Piracy is indeed about the crew and as captains they both felt the burden of earning and maintaining respect AND being responsible for the crew’s lives and safety. They both need to lose the burden (and the consequent guilt) of being responsible for other people for a while. Stede kills in part to protect his crew, but it takes a piece out of him to do it. Ed can’t do it at all anymore; he’s shown that the weight of it will eventually crush him and endanger them.

It’s actually a lovely ending in terms of both Ed and Stede being allowed and allowing themselves to focus on something other than their family and instead build their relationship with each other. They need to be the focal point of each other’s lives for a while, and in turn get to look at themselves and who they are as men and partners. Stede exchanged one family responsibility for another and Ed was always responsible, for a good bit of his life. In letting go of that for a while, even if it doesn’t ultimately last, will let them become who they are together.

#ofmd #our flag means death #stede bonnet #edward teach #gentlebeard #ofmd meta

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anxiousnerdwritings · 1 year

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So we have seen Joanna lookalike, what about Aemma lookalike? Like one of Rhaenyra’s kids looks exactly like Aemma? How would everyone react?

I think I have another ask related to something similar with an Aemma!lookalike!Reader. I have two ways I imagine the Aemma!lookalike!Reader taking place; one with Rhaenyra being the mother and Aemma!lookalike!Reader being the only Targaryen looking child out of the Strong kids, or Aemma!lookalike!Reader being the child of Viserys and Alicent? I just can’t help but imagine how Alicent would be after giving birth to the reincarnation of the woman whose place she took over. Like, on one hand this is her baby, the child she bore but on the other it is a part of Viserys’ late wife who she hates being compared to or hearing about anymore.

I also like to imagine how the dynamic with Alicent and Rhaenyra would go in the scanario that Aemma!lookalike!Reader is born to Alicent. I feel like yan!mom!Alicent and yan!sis!Rhaenyra would kind of use the Reader as a peacekeeper between them, even going as far as to betroth the Reader to Jace or Luke to assure the two sides stay on good terms. Only both women get a little too greedy. One’s intense motherly nature takes over and the other one’s desperate need to have the closet thing to her mother back in her life (especially after Viserys’ death) leads to a tug of war that literally breeds into full blown war. Either way it gets messy and what had started out as keeping the two women together and bonded ended up tearing them apart respectively.

In regards to your actual question though, Viserys and Rhaenyra are going to be the ones who this will hit harder than anyone. They will absolutely coddle the hell out of Aemma!lookalike!Reader. They both lost her once before, they aren’t going to lose her again. Overprotective would be understatement, the father and daughter will reach new heights regarding how intensely protective they are of the Reader. Like I said earlier, I imagine Aemma!lookalike!Reader being the only Targaryen looking child out of the Strong children, either being the first born or even Jace or Luke’s twin. Either way, the Reader would be the only Strong child that Alicent would accept or take as being trueborn given their appearance. So Rhaenyra wouldn’t really have to worry about the Reader being rumored to be a bastard and even so, Viserys would be much quicker to act/punish and wouldn’t take lightly to the Reader being even so much as thought as a bastard.

I could wholeheartedly see Viserys wanting to marry the Reader to Aegon or Aemond, even Daeron if need be. In doing so it would be him wanting to recreate what he and Aemma had together but with the Reader and one of his children. But Rhaenyra would of course be highly against it. Mainly to protect the only chance she has to having her mother with her again but also because she wouldn’t want her child to marry at all, let alone with one of Alicent’s children. And that’s just because she doesn’t want to hand off her child to anyone at all.

I feel Daemon wouldn’t have too much of a reaction but seeing how intense Viserys and Rhaenyra are about the Reader, Daemon would lookout for and protect them. Especially seeing how immensely joyous both his brother and Rhaenyra are have a piece of Aemma back in their lives. Eventually with time and how much Rhaenyra and his brother talk and talk about the Reader and how much time he spends with them himself or is at least around them, their attachment would surely rub off on him, only he’ll take it to greater lengths. Especially regarding the overprotective part. Not to mention how much he’ll fuel and encourage Rhaenyra’s and Viserys’ already intense obsessions.

I feel like Alicent may feel threatened at first. Not so much for herself but rather for her children. Rhaenyra’s already received much more attention from Viserys than any of her own children with him have, so to have Aemma!lookalike!Reader now would just make her worry. She may even resent the Reader for looking like Aemma, having her own personal gripes about them, especially having to listen to Viserys drone on and on about the Reader. Talking so excitedly, eyes shining like she’s never seen before. If she were to grow attached or even obsessed with Aemma!lookalike!Reader it would happen completely out of nowhere. By the time Alicent realized it would already be too late. The big thing I see happening though is Alicent encouraging Viserys to have the Reader marry one of their children, taking them away from Rhaenyra completely.

I feel like all the children are going to have a mix of their parents’ obsession as well as their own attachments. Especially if Aemma!lookalike!Reader tries to be involved with Alicent’s children, like befriending and growing close to them. I think Helaena and the Reader would be the absolute best of friends. The Reader always being there for Helaena, listening to the odd things she says and being there for her when it becomes to much to bare for her. Helaena just taking absolute comfort in the Reader, especially when they handle her so gently and maternally.

I feel like Aegon wouldn’t pay too much mind to the Reader at first, until everyone around him just keeps talking about them. As if they’re something to be worshipped. He’d resent them for all the attention they get, especially from his mother and father. I could see him thinking of doing something cruel, even going as far and acting it out on the Reader, you know to knock them down to size, to make them feel the complete opposite of how everyone else makes them out to be. Only for the Reader to give him what he’s never really had before: the lack of care, attention, even love that he’s received from either his mother and father, it’s something he’s craved and to get even a sliver of that from someone else could be addictive.

Given how Alicent and Helaena have grown as attached to the Reader as they have, I think that would greatly influence how Aemond took to them. Like, when he didn’t have a dragon and the boys were all teasing him, if Aemma!lookalike!Reader were to have stepped in to stop them or get after them for doing would have been something for him. But if they were to seek him out, having him spend time with them and their own dragon, assuring him that he’ll get his own soon enough with time and patience and overall just believing in him, I think that would really mean something to him. Now, when the whole stealing Vhagar and losing an eye/overall fight thing happens then that’s when his attachment grows more intense. Especially if Rhaenyra, Viserys and Daemon were adamant about the Reader staying far away from him afterwards, just to ensure their safety. Once they’ve taken away what he saw as his one true friend, Aemond would be holding a grudge. One that can go out of control at any time and boy does it.

It wouldn’t matter where in their life Aemma!lookalike comes into their lives, Jace, Luke and Joffrey would all be just as overprotective of their sibling as everyone else is. Rhaenyra would greatly encourage her children to love, adore, admire, and protect the Reader. And they do, to great lengths. They’ll be their mother’s eyes and ears when she’s not around, not to mention at least one of the boys is always with them at any given time. And one Daemon marries Rhaenyra and Baela and Laena are in the picture they’ll be just devoted to sticking to and following the Reader. Wherever the boys can’t follow Aemma!lookalike!Reader, the girls will be there to take over.

Also, I feel like out of all the dragons Syrax would be especially attached to the Reader given Rhaenyra’s intensity regarding them. Nothing’s stronger than a mother’s love after all.

#anxious answers #yandere rhaenyra targaryen #yandere viserys I targaryen #yandere alicent hightower #yandere daemon targaryen #yandere house of the dragon #yandere game of thrones #yandere house of the dragon concept #yandere game of thrones concept #yandere concept

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fallingskiesandrisingseas · 11 months

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I have another ATLA theory.

Almost all genocides in history, some people survive. Eradicting a people completely is insanely hard to do, partially because when the oldest understand they will die they will move heaven and earth to protect their youngest.

In ATLA lore, some Air Nomads survived the initial carnage, but they were hunted down and killed afterwards. A child / adult with strange tattoos in airbending clothes will be easy to spot and betray, after all, and airbending wasn't suited for killing others, at the time. They believed in spirituality, in self defense. How hard would taking on an Airbending child or a single adult have been when you outnumber them 5 to 1 and they can't run?

At the same time, ATLA's fire benders are portrayed very much as humans. Killing Air bending masters? Sure. But killing children? Something more than Sozin's orders must have motivated those soldiers killing the remaining Air Nomads. Something dark.

No one has ever attacked the Air Nomads before. Even in periods of intense international conflict, they were allowed free entry to holy places and other Nations. They were considered good omens, both because they numbered so few and had such a good relationship with the spirits.

I think when the Airbenders were attacked without the Avatar at their sides, they fought like lions. No one had ever seen Airbenders fight for their lives, and we can see in Tenzin and Zaheer what an Airbender willing to do damage is truly capable of.

What if it took the Fire Nation so long to take over the Water Nation and the Earth Kingdom because they were recovering from the losses after attacking the Air Nomads for the first 20 years?

A hundred years is a long time, and they were still struggling to take over the Water Tribe and the Earth Kingdom by the time Aang woke up again.

What if, full of confidence, amped up by the comet, they approached the Temples, ready to kill the Air Nomads, only met with airbending techniques that scared the living daylights out of them?

Suffocation, tornadoes, vacuums, internal bleeding, fata morganas, pressure blasts, characters moving at super speed, flying, 8 ton bisons protecting their own.

An Airbender literally coming for your throat can do insane damage. Absolutely terrifying.

I believe that the Fire Nation suffered unimaginable losses. After the Air Nomads realize it's going to end in either them or the others dead, they put up a fight so fierce Sozin ordered to execute all Airbenders after because he was terrified, because his losses were innumerable. Remember, among the Air Nomads, EVERYONE could bend.

I think that Sozin came for the Airbenders not just because of the Avatar, but also to remove the most powerful pieces off the board.

We all saw Gyatso sitting on a pile of bodies. How powerful an Airbender must he have been to kill that many people? Imagine 20-300 of those Airbenders, after watching their children die, having nothing left to lose. Abandoning their pacifist principles when faced with annihilation. Even worse, imagine them when they are still fighting to give their children a chance to escape.

I think that Airbending masters are just outnumbered too badly, that the children are easy prey afterwards, unwilling to kill, that they start fighting for their lives too late, unable to make their bending offensive on the fly against the most powerful firebending forms and having nowhere to run.

I think they killed all the Airbenders because the Fire Nation soldiers still around by the time the Air Nomad massacre is over are so scarred from watching formation after formation of friends and brothers die, they don't believe the Air Nomads or their children are normal anymore. So they kill them. They never tell their own children about the destructive power of Airbenders. The true tales become secrets, whispers, rumours, legend, myth.

And so when Aang comes into his own as an Avatar, he is not just respected because he brought peace; he is respected because, despite his commitment to non-violence, the world remembers what happens when you threaten an Airbender.

Remembers how quick, how evasive, how superhuman, how downright deadly they can become.

And when Red Lotus comes for Tenzin, they experience it firsthand. The myths become rumours, whispers, truth again.

Airbenders are never again messed with. Tenzin develops a more militant form, trains his kids and his disciples. Teaches them both spirituality and self-defense. Teaches them to kill.

Soon, Airbending develops sub-forms. What does not contain air? Everyone remembers that Airbenders are not dangerous to them because they choose not to be. Not because they aren't.

#atla aang #tlok tenzin #the last airbender #theory #airbending

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visionsofmagic · 1 year

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impossible to reach • heimdall, plot.

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― pairing: heimdall x greek goddess!reader

― summary: being both daughter of zeus and sister of kratos bring unbelievable events with them, but even them wasn't as astonishing as falling for heimdall, the son of odin who saw you as his second wife. ragnarok is at the door, odin is ready to manipulate you, kratos is there to fight for you and atreus is being a normal teenager who gets trouble. and you – you just see only him, god of foresight. what could be worse?

― wc: 1.4k

― warnings & tags [for the chapter]: events takes place before atreus visit asgard for the first time [but he will visit it because of keeping up with the events of the game which will be differ in some parts for this mini series], reader is a little trickster, heimdall is dummy [so much], manipulating, pet names/nicknames, arranged marriage in the next part of the story, getting to the story slowly, just a plot not a chapter but get the idea. that’s all for now, we will see how things will turn out in next chapters. [an early warning!: the story/mini series will have mature scenes & contents [+18 in other words] in further chapters, so, I do not recommend minors to read even these innocent chapters. thank u.]

requested from an anon: An heimdall x reader where the reader is a greek goddess, the daughter of Zeus and came to Norway with her brother Kratos. When ragnarok comes she gets Odins attention and he wants to take her as a second wife but it’s heimdall she grows feelings for when she gets taken to Asgard by Odin. [the request is too good not to right. I am currently writing a heimdall x reader mini series but this one is worth to take a shot too and to fulfill anon’s wish and my own liking on the story, I will make 3 or 4 (maybe more if u want) chapters. so, stay focused, the journey begins.] [+ special thanks to anon for this amazing prompt. I hope you will like it! & u (readers) too. ^^]

*gif is mine, ehe*

all realms had their own beauty, something that made them unique in some ways; helheim for its cold that even pierce odin’s skin as they said, alfheim for its magnificent elves, jotunheim for its now no longer seen giants. and asgard, the home of aesir people, ruled by odin’s himself and the realm you went to prevent atreus’ unwanted visit to the realm, protecting the child from kratos, your brother’s, rage and odin’s manipulation.

even if the purpose of your visit was to say odin how he should stop playing with atreus’ mind, you were the one who he decided to play with; giving you so many promises, seeing how powerful you are, and trying to enter the inner circle of your mind. odin was a god of not only magic but also wisdom. freya always told you how odin, her ex husband who she hated most in entire realms, was always seeking for new knowledge. he wanted to gain power from knowledge, from wisdom. and he was good at it. his knowledge on reading people, judging them helped him to manipulate them better.

you were one of them. but only to his eyes.

no, you are not stupid. you are not like your brother who just takes action with rage he feels, not giving a damn thing about the consequences. you respected him, you always did and will but this wasn’t who you were. having same blood with kratos because of being zeus’ children you always found safety on his wings but thanks to the way he taught you to survive, you could easily go out from his wings, surviving on your own. you both had a deep bond unlike other children of zeus who betrayed both of of you, making your bond’s force increase.

all of these made you to come to a conclusion on how defeat odin if it become necessary; giving him a tricky behavior like you were ready to manipulate by him, entirely, like you had no brain at all to prevent his tricks. being aunt of atreus, there was a sensitive side in your heart for him. you were like a big sister for him or a mother figure, especially losing faye. you stayed beside atreus from beginning to now, to future as you wish, and you would not let anyone to hurt the boy.

so, here you were, standing in front of odin while he was talking to his royal soldiers; valkyries. as their wings stayed the same, their eyes moved from odin to you; clearly judging you. you were their enemy, and they were yours. no one could deny it but you had to act, you had to gain their trust. you didn’t like lying, you didn’t see it as a way to live your life but for the sake of your brother kratos and atreus, also mimir, freya, brok and sindri who were your friends – maybe more than that, you had to endure all of this. you had to act even if wasn’t in your personality.

“y/n,” odin said with a happy tone, pointing valkyries you with a smile, “she will be here as long as she wants.”

you smiled to them, giving a look like you were a friend who was happy being in here.

“I’m glad to here that, all father.” you said to odin.

then, slowly, valkyries left the area, leaving you and odin alone. you didn’t like them but now you really wished them to stay a bit longer. however, you knew how odin need space to play his tricks on you, so, you waited for him to speak but something stopped him to get closer to your body – something who was behind your body.

as odin made his way to behind your back, you turned around to see where he was going.

turning around, you saw him. heimdall – mimir’s voice echoed in your head. to get know your most dangerous enemy in asgard, you asked mimir to give you appearance of odin’s royal son, lord heimdall to aesir people, lapdog to mimir, and enemy to kratos. no, you didn’t see him as an enemy of yours – he was just your brother’s enemy. you needed to spend some time with him to get his real intentions on this whole ragnarok thing. so, as mimir described him, you thought how yo give first impression. you decided to feel the moment to make a decision about it.

he was exactly how mimir described; purple glowing eyes, a gold hair that braided, a white and gold colored armor, and a sword staying on his belt that he uses very well. mimir said how he looked others from above who wasn’t odin, his all father. the entire realms’ people in other words. you wondered why he loved his father so much because you never had a love to your father, zeus, in your soul or heart. this was the first thing you wanted to get know about him.

“heimdall,” odin smiled, “come, let me introduce you this beautiful lady over here,” he pointed to you while touching his son shoulder. the way heimdall looked at you was just opposite of odin’s look. odin had an positive and happy expression while heimdall had only confused one. “she is here to visit me and asgard personally. but as you know I have lots of work to do. so, I want you to take a walk with her, giving a tour to her in other words.” he turned to stunned heimdall, not noticing his odd behavior at all, “I trust you.” he said in a low tone but not too low enough. you were hearing it too. “do not make me regret.” a warning – a warning how heimdall should act as a well-behaved son, giving you a good tour in the realm.

heimdall tried to say, “but all fathe –“ but odin was already gone after giving you a little smile.

everything around you – around the realm seemed to fall silent, not even the sound of wind, or a raven of all father traveling around it.

being a such a silent situation, you tried to start a conversation, feeling odd feelings that caused goosebumps. “you are heimdall,” you smiled to him, “right?”

his eyes traveled on your body from head to toe, judging you clearly.

“and who you would be?”

“y/n,” you kept a little smile, ready to get serious if this it what he wants, “as odin said.”

“y/n?” he questioned, thinking a little harder to get your name better. he looked like he was trying to remember how your name sounded familiar. then, the reality hit him. “sister of kratos? enemy of all father?”

you shook your head in a negative way, not wanting him to get you as an enemy. no – you needed him to acknowledge you as a friend. “nobody is anybody's enemy.” what a lie. “I am here with good intentions.”

he seemed angry, “I can not tell.” he took a few steps to you, closing the gap. as his arms stayed on his chest, unified. “what makes you so special?”

you were confused. what he was talking about?

he took some steps forward, again, getting closer with each step. pointing you with his right hand while other one stayed same, on his chest, “what magic you use on me sweetheart? how I can not enter that pity head of yours –“

“I get why they hated you that much.” you said, cutting his speech suddenly. “always thinking about yourself except all father, isn’t that right?” you smirked, “sweetheart –“

“oh, no, no. you can’t escape like that.” he made a circle around you while your eyes followed his every move, “tell me your secret witchy witchy.”

you shrugged, “make me.”

challenging him wasn’t something serious but from the look on his face, clearly in pure shock like you said dumbest thing in entire universe, you gave your best not to laugh.

as he was about to say something more, you stopped him with your hand, “look, heimdall. I just want to travel the realm ‘till odin come back. and I will do it with or without you. so, the choice is yours;” you began to walk to other direction of his way, “come with me and find out why you can not read me, or stay here and wait for odin to come with a disappointment look on his face.”

waiting for some moment, he began to follow you, right behind of your back. in that moment you didn’t know two things; one, how a long journey in asgard has began, and two, how heimdall would be beauty of it. as you believed and saw; all realms had their own beauty, something that made them unique in some ways. for asgard, the beauty was heimdall. son of odin who you will fall into.

to be continued.

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ladycatofwinterfell · 4 months

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I am wondering if you have any thoughts/head-canon/ideas about Minisa Tully and Lyarra Stark. I always get a little sad thinking about them and how GRRM won't give the fandom any info on either of them.

It’s criminal that grrm says so little about them. Like we know a lot of things about Hoster and Rickard but absolutely nothing about their wives. So here are my visions of who they were

Okay so Lyarra was half Flint of the mountains and Old Nan tells Bran that’s where he got the climbing from. Which makes me think that perhaps Lyarra, like Lyanna and Arya, was not as traditional of a lady as is expected. The way I see her she got the wolf’s blood from her Stark father, but maybe wasn’t quite as strong willed as her daughter. In my head she has the Stark look, but with more typically handsome features. Brandon got his looks from her, not Rickard. I think she was a firm, but kind mother that cared for her children’s success and that she agreed with Rickard on fostering both Ned and Brandon. She wanted all four of her children to be prepared for the world so that they would be, you know, strong enough to survive the winter.

I imagine her marriage to Rickard wasn’t a love match and that they never really fell in love, but that they cared for one another in a friendly way and respected each other as life partners. She was his lady wife and his advisor, but not his love. That respect means she can disagree with him without it being too big of a deal and that he valued her advise even as he sometimes thought her to be a little too hotheaded.

Lyarra was well liked among the northern people and quite social and outgoing. Quick to make jokes and smile while also not being a people pleaser. Could perhaps be seen as a little mean sometimes.

We have no pointer as to when or how she died (according to the wiki it might have been as late as 299AC lol), but I headcanon she died of sickness shortly before or after Ned was sent to be fostered in the Eyrie because that means a very big shift in the family. It could also be why Ned chooses not to think of it too much because it was overall quite a painful time of his life as he was separated from his family in the middle of losing his mother. The little Starks that remained in Winterfell and Rickard all mourned her deeply and tried to find support in each other. Her death was swift and unexpected as she was a strong and lively person. One day she was fine, the next she had perished.

Minisa, on the other hand, I think was a softer person in general. Not too soft though because she was a Whent and I just know something is up there. Like she grew up in Harrenhal, there were ghosts in her childhood home. The way I picture her she has a sort of haunted look over her because of being quite pale and thin with big and sort of sad eyes. This made even worse later in life when she had lost so many babies. Still considered a beautiful woman by most, though.

The marriage to Hoster is a strategic move from her family, it’s not a love match. I think they did come to love one another over time though, but that Hoster’s obsession with a male heir made him subconsciously value that over Minisa. Minisa, being all about her duty and really wanting to give her husband a healthy son, never protested against his continued attempts at having a son even as each of her pregnancies were very hard on her and that she grew weaker with every birth. I see it as sort of a Viserys/Aemma situation. It’s canon that eventually it was childbirth that killed her, even as she had already given birth to Edmure.

She was a softer parent than Hoster and was very protective of the children she had that actually survived. I think (might be misremembering) that Catelyn remembers her as being warm and gentle. Before Edmure was born I think Catelyn became very much Hoster’s kid due to being his presumed heir for the time and so Minisa doted a lot on Lysa because Lysa was more hers. Can see her turning into a little bit of a boy mom, much to little Lysa’s dismay, after Edmure was born due to the relief of actually having given birth to a male heir. Still she was keen on her two younger children not growing up too quickly the way Catelyn was doing.

Most everyone liked her. She made an effort to always be kind and gentle and stuck to the social rules. Maybe she became more drawn back later in her life due to becoming weaker and more sickly after her numerous difficult pregnancies. When she wasn’t too weary she enjoyed tending to the flower in the gardens surrounding the sept. Only after her death did they become known as Minisa’s gardens.

After her death Riverrun became a colder place as she brought a warmth to the castle that Hoster couldn’t quite do himself. Hoster, even as he was the reason for her death, mourned her deeply and ended up leaning on Catelyn due to her being the oldest one. Of his three children she looks the most like his late wife.

#do i tag this?#sure why not #lyarra stark #minisa tully #if anyone has different or additional thoughts feel free to add on or send an ask ^_^

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musical-chick-13 · 6 months

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Thinking about Shiki again, and how Sunako is meant to deconstruct the idea of eternal youth because "youth" includes "being stuck as a child" and not just "sprightly and 24 years old forever." And how despite appearing as a child and, in several respects, retaining the personal qualities of one, she's still given an incredible amount of depth and complexity and a rich internal world (like actual children), wrapped up in these layers of self-conflict and a genuinely sympathetic desire to be loved and understood while still clearly being The Antagonist™ of the story and an architect of a truly terrifying situation for the villagers involved. All while having an incredibly interesting relationship with Seishin that is central to the plot and themes of the show.

ALSO thinking about how they easily could have left Chizuru as a one-dimensional femme-fatale, but they spent an entire episode showing us that she, like every character in this, is still a person underneath everything she feels compelled to do. They didn't have to give her any complexity, but they did! And then when we see the villagers' reactions to her, we're left wondering if it's really worth it to meet monstrosity with monstrosity, and if there are some things that, regardless of what kind of person you are, no one deserves. If perhaps there is a limit to what we are allowed to do to protect ourselves and preserve our humanity, and if humanity is something it's even possible to lose in the first place. We have to sit with these questions, and the show provides no concrete answers.

Everyone loses when you fully dehumanize the enemy (which is something both sides of this conflict do, albeit in different ways), and anyone is capable of carrying out that dehumanization.

#shiki #sunako kirishiki #chizuru kirishiki #PLEASE WATCH THE SHOW. PLEASE. I'M BEGGING YOU.#shiki anime #meta #(ish?? that tag is more for blog organization purposes)#behold! a creation!

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mediumsizedpidegon · 1 year

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I feel like naruto doesn't get into the fact that naruto had literally no one give a shit about him until like. iruka-sensei? And sure, he was in an orphanage but then we learn that he's had the APARTMENT HE LIVES ALONE IN AS A TWELVE YEAR OLD CHILD THAT THE ENTIRE VILLAGE DESPISES since he was 4 or 5 i think (i will not check this. the timeline of naruto is dumb and makes me cry). and even in orphanage it isn't like the staff there were treating him right. why else would be given his own apartment by the hokage when he's four? i know they let sasuke stay in the house of his dead family and let itty bitty kakashi live alone after his father died but they are The Last Loyal Uchiha and a prodigy respectively. the rules are different compared to naruto himself, i believe.

Like, yeah– Naruto is loud and brash because he wants attention– and never has it unless he provokes others– and almost certainly neurodivergent (I think he has ADHD and depression). He doesn't know any of the theory behind being a shinobi, doesn't even know what chakra is. But Naruto has been criminally neglected, socially isolated and if not physically abused by some people in the village then certainly threatened with it often at the least. I'm more on the side that says that the ANBU can't stop everything and that by ditching them all the time Naruto actually ends up in more Very Bad situations but that aside:

I genuinely believe that Naruto would not know how to read when canon started. I think he doesn't how to use a washing machine (he washes his clothes in the Naka river because no laudromats will accept him). I think he holds his chopsticks wrong. I think he has half-picked up ANBU handsigns and how to mimic other people's voices to an eerie degree but he doesn't know a single thing about nutrition besides what can be obviously observed and tested (ie, if I don't eat something green at least once a week my body will Not Like It). I think he doesn't know ANYTHING about medical care except "if it's popped out, shove it back in the socket," or "wrap it in cloth scraps."

He's can be so quiet and stealthy that the ANBU lose sight and sound of him but he doesn't think unconditional love exists. Or at least, not for him.

I desperately want to see more of a Naruto that is brash and loud and loving and hopeful, yes, but also, once you peel back some layers, extremely eerie. Naruto is an orphan that raised himself in a village that would leave him dead in a ditch at the first opportunity: he is a child that raised himself in enemy territory. He is a child seen as a beast to the ordinary and a weapon to the higher ups. and do you know what people do to beasts and weapons that are unruly and too smart or lazy and useless? they put them down.

there is no way that Naruto is unaware of this. he's a child, but children can be perceptive and Naruto has to be to survive. And it's not like the village is being subtle. so. I want to see a Naruto that is so so aware that the ANBU are both to protect him and destroy him, that the hokage might hesitate, but no one else will. So: here is Naruto, who is a child who is a monster who doesn't want to be put down. who has to be cheerful and stupid and harmless enough to not be a threat, and strong and naive enough to not be useless.

just. just. a Naruto that has had to learn everything on his own, through trial and error, people-watching and his own common sense (naruto's sense is NOT common). And he's good at it because he has to be. He's a mimic through and through– he learns much from the ANBU and the vendors in their market stalls and the conversations that families share with each other. But the problem with being the outsider looking in is that sometimes you fail to see the context. meaning that Naruto has a SHIT TON of just. objective incorrect ideas of why certain things are the way they are. and it's not his fault– his conclusions are completely logical with what he has on hand, but the point is that he doesn't have all the information and he never does, on the outside. meaning: Naruto is a walking talking version of using the wrong equation on your math test and getting the right answer. he has to reverse engineer all this shit! and especially when it comes to jutsu, what's behind the product isn't obvious.

and now we come to the reason i actually made this post. the ridiculous, funny misconceptions i have headcanoned that naruto has, not the heartbreaking rage enducing ones.

the raw meat shame tax. so naruto eats raw meat (because no one has told him that eating raw meat = becoming ill, but he has kurama to take care of that anyway) if he's hungry enough or can't be bothered to cook it. but one time someone came across him during raw meat mealtime and reacted in horror and disgust. then naruto notices that sushi is like. super expensive despite how easy it is to catch fish and that cooked fish is cheaper as well in restaurants. SO naruto comes to the conclusion that eating raw meat must be shameful and taboo and something that can only be done alone or with close family in private BUT people like playing with the taboo so you can have sushi (which has non-raw meat elements to make it less scandalous) at restaurants AS LONG AS you pay an 'eating raw meat in public' tax. this is my most ridiculous headcanon and i love it to bits. like. i believe that out of all of the funny misconceptions naruto has, THIS is the one that is so baffling that it makes sakura just. give up. she leaves the room and walks directly into the Naka river.

what??? is?? the??? difference?? between?? girl?? and?? boy??? look. naruto knows that people can have different equipment: he lives in a bad part of town and is constantly eavesdropping on people. he doesn't just know that people have different equipment, he knows what sex is by the time he's 6. but naruto thinks that it can't be based on that because it's too stupid. like, if it were based on that, why would people cover up that part of themselves and treat it like taboo in public? it would make it really hard to tell who's a girl and who's a boy. naruto keeps coming up with shit and then disproving it over the years and is still unsure. but he nows knows he CANNOT ask people whether they're a boy or a girl because they will get mad.

which leads into clothes/hair aren't gender-specific but they ARE clan or occupation specific. Naruto does show up to class wearing dresses on multiple occasions and doesn't understand why Ino is extra mad at him those times. However the first time he sees someone with a haircut similar to sasuke's he's like 'that's not allowed! he's not part of your clan!' and it takes two hours to for sasuke to find out what the fuck dobe was talking about–

doesn't know what a library due date is. the library doesn't know who stole all the various craft/cooking books that have illustrated steps but they're never getting them back.

unintentional poison eating. naruto's cooking is.... so poisonous. he has eaten everything that looks like it could be eaten in the forest and if it doesn't make him sick then he deems him safe. there are SO many things that naruto forages that would straight up kill anybody else. naruto tries to share his food with team 7 one time because that's love and care babyyy!! and then there's ten minutes of screaming where sasuke and sakura genuinely think this was a murder attempt.

if someone leaves stuff unattended in public for more than half an hour then it's up for grabs and no longer stealing. this is how he gets most of his plants. and his bags. and his winter jacket. also his shoes. this is also how he garners even more hate from the village.

anyone above the age of seven can budget, haggle and save money. Naruto has been living on his own since he was four and he's been in charge of his own budget since then. he is merciless with money because he has to be and thinks that it is a normal thing for children to be capable of since he's doing it just fine after some trial and error. Naruto grudgingly thinks kakashi is smart for trying to foist the bill for ramen off on him every time by disappearing (good way to save money– don't be there when the bill arrives) but ALL of that goodwill evaporates when they go on a mission and kakashi spends the whole budget in the first week. also the image of naruto talking about finances with his teammates in a 'you know how it is' manner in and getting blank fucking stares back is hysterical. however sasuke is in legitimate danger of naruto dragging him through budget boot camp if naruto finds out that sasuke, the fucking clan head-in-waiting of the uchiha, is filthy rich and doesn't know anything about money.

there are three sets of teeth and if you lose an adult tooth you grow it back. this is (unintentionally) kurama's fault actually. naruto ends up with three sets of teeth: useless little baby teeth that he have fully lost by 6, child teeth (which are actually human adult teeth) that are fully lost by 12 and then "adult teeth." "Adult teeth" are nightmarish and are somewhere in between fox and human teeth. and if he loses an adult tooth naruto will grow it back sometime between a week and a month after he lost it.

team seven has never been more confused.

#naruto #uzumaki naruto headcanons #uzumaki naruto #uchiha sasuke #haruno sakura #team 7 #abuse and neglect has consequences folks. and so does have a demon fox sealed in your soul.#nothing boils my blood like people who interpret naruto as stupid: like dude. naruto has had NO ONE teach him ANYTHING and he's still #making it work. he's clever and skilled or else he wouldn't be ditching the ANBU on a regular basis and his pranks wouldn't have worked.#that's not being stupid that's being limited and handicapped by things beyond his control.#naruto is what happens when no one teaches you anything and then everyone expects you to somehow know to do rocket science.#he is trying his absolute best by using the stuff that he CAN do and thinking outside the box. if he can be this smart and able to succeed #with the neglect of the village towards his education in his way then it would be over for everybody else if he had that barrier removed #it makes me scream because naruto is fighting with his hands tied behind his back at all times.#and people are pointing at him asking why he can't form a punch.#my posts

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hargrove-mayfields · 1 month

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For ST Rarepair Roulette 💕 @st-rarepair-roulette

Word Count: ~5,000

Ships: Billy Hargrove x Chrissy Cunningham and Heather Holloway x Jason Carver.

Warnings: Implied/referenced child abuse, lots of arguing and misunderstandings, very mild references to sexual content.

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“No. Nope. I don’t believe that for one second.”

Gossip. That’s all it is. Heather and Chrissy laying on the former’s bed, legs up against the wall, long hair dangling over the opposite edge of the bed, exchanging silly gossip.

Never the mean kind, Chrissy won’t allow that, it’s mostly their respective crushes and fascinations from school they talk about.

Or specifically, lately how much Heather doesn’t like Chrissy’s taste in boys. Or anybody, for that matter. In her heart of hearts, she knows Heather is just protective.

Still, Chrissy tosses a little stuffed fuzzball of an animal at her friend for that comment, “Hetty! Rude!”

“Look I’m sorry, I just can’t believe that Hargrove has like, actual feelings. I don’t trust him.” Heather elaborates, through her laughter.

See, she’d say the same every time, they both know that. What matters is whether Chrissy is bold enough to go through with it. She never has been so far. It’s one thing to have a crush, but to have someone openly pining back, that’s something more rare.

An opportunity Chrissy wouldn’t like to lose just to please her best friend.

She’ll try to win her over, “One date won’t be bad.”

But Heather will make excuse after excuse, “Every girl says that before the worst night of her life.”

Chrissy rolls onto her front, sighing so heavily the weight of Heather’s mattress lifts up, like she’s turned to the most stressed little helium balloon and floated away. Maybe she did, off into her imagination, taking her common sense with her.

Maybe she’ll entertain Heather’s concerns, but only if they’re productive, “Well how did you know Jason was being genuine?”

Heather's boyfriend. Track and basketball star, high class social asshole. Chrissys has never been a fan, to be entirely honest. Her earliest memories of Jason Carver were of him shoving over smaller kids in their church group and treating every recess game as pro-level sports. She still doesn’t see what Heather finds so charming about him.

She hopes maybe he’d changed, assumes he’d have had to to win over a critical heart like the one guarded in Heather’s chest.

Oh but Heather gives no such benefit of the doubt to anybody else, “I /don’t/ know it. But /my/ boyfriend doesn’t run over innocent children in his free time.. or whatever the hell it is Billy Hargrove gets up to.”

Chrissy has to laugh at that, it's so absurd, “Oh- He does not! Billy’s /nice./”

“Prove it.” Heather challenges, popping a gum bubble between her teeth to assert her seriousness.

“Hetty.” Chrissy warns, uninterested in playing that game.

Her friend isn’t having it. Heather rolls her brown eyes with so much force she literally rolls over on the bed, sprawling out over top of Chrissy like a beloved golden retriever with no respect for sharing space. It’s always been comfortable with her, coexisting without regard to self consciousness and mothers opinions and Godly image. Probably why she lets Heather get away with being a little catty sometimes.

Like now, as she claims, “Oh come on. Make it a game, have some fun, but show me he’s genuine. Or else I’m kicking his ass.”

“Fine.” Chrissy wants to be stern, but she cracks a little smile, her real, bright one, “If I'm supposed to threaten to kick Jason’s butt, I don’t think I’d be able to.”

Heather hums in thought before presenting a solution, “I’ll do the ‘defending of our honor’ if you help me test Jay back.”

“Pinky promise you’ll be nicer to Billy once we get proof?”

“That’s /if/ we get proof, but you have my word.”

The deal is sealed. They lock pinky fingers, one soft pink nailed and one a flaming red shade. In the ten years they’d been friends since Heather joined their class in 1st grade, not a single pinky promise between them has been broken. It just isn’t done.

Admittedly, that’s a lot of pressure. Talking about cute boys doesn’t feel as fun anymore.

Chrissy’s fluttery feelings start to set in, fidgeting with her hands to hope to drive them off. If she had her bracelets on, she’d shake them and enjoy the way they ring from the hard plastics and metals banging together, but it’s late, she’s in her pjs without jewelry. She picks her nails instead.

Redirecting, Heather hands her a stuffed Winnie the Pooh, and asks a question she knows will catch her off guard, “Soooo. What are you gonna do?”

“Hetty, I haven’t had time to think!” Chrissy complains, squishing poor Pooh between her hands, choosing to abuse the stuffed toy with her anxiety instead of her own skin.

“Oh come on. What do boys care about? Cars, sex, and sports. Pick one and he’ll show his true colors.” Heather says it likes it’s all just so easy, and she already knows it all.

Chrissy isn’t as sure. She considers her options,

“Um, sports sounds the least dangerous.. maybe?”

“Until he tackles your little ass.” Heather points out.

There’s a moment where they both sort of stop moving. They both know what Heather is about to do, but Chrissy's defenses are useless to stop it. She scrunches her body up as tiny as can be, but Heather has pounced, poking her sides gently where she knows her friend is ticklish.

Chrissy used to get all self conscious when Heather would do things like that. Not just touching her skin, so close to where she feels her strongest insecurities, but even jokes, little digs that had nothing to do with Chrissy’s appearance would get her down.

They have Billy to thank for the change. Dating or not, William Hargrove isn’t one to hide his affections. Everyone knows he’s had a thing for Chrissy for a while. It’s deciphering whether he’s chasing tail, or chasing the sweet girl he’d shown enough interest in to replenish her view of herself, hung around and flirted and laughed with so freely it healed a part of her broken heart.

She thinks maybe repaying him a little would increase the chances of getting the ball rolling, and getting Heather’s trust. “What if I cheer special for him during one of his games?”

“Uh, no!” Heather shakes her head, rolled curls bouncing in their pillow curlers back and forth, ”That just makes /you/ public about it. And he can spin that if he’s being an ass for real.”

“But I don’t think-“ Chrissy starts to argue, brow knotted.

Heather holds one of her hands, showing she is doing this because she cares, even if she’s being a little harsh, “Honey, I know I’m a cynical bitch, but I don’t want to see you hurt. Save yourself the embarrassment.”

“I don’t- Heather, it’s not embarrassing to be in love!”

A gasp, slow realization dawning. “You’re right. Oh my god, Chrissy you’re so right!!”

Heather kicks her legs with glee, fuzzy slippers going flying. Right out of a movie, she squeals with delight, infecting Chrissy too with her sudden joy.

Chrissy giggles, going along with it, “I am?”

“Uh, yes! It’s perfect!” Heather scoots closer until they’re shoulder to shoulder, looking up at the ceiling together. She talks with her hands, like she’s painting the picture for her. “Don’t /cheer/ his name. /Wear/ it.”

Only, Chrissy doesn’t think she gets it, “...How?”

“His varsity jacket! If a boy gives you his varsity jacket, it’s serious business. They protect those damn things like a firstborn daughter. If you can get Billy to give you his jacket, you might as well be hitched!” Heather explains, a ball of enthusiasm.

Chrissy knows her longing heart starts racing, probably obvious to Heather too this close together, “You actually think that would work?”

Heather flips up so she’s sitting, burning some of her energy in her dramatic motions, “Duh! You show up to a game repping his varsity, baby, that deal is sealed. I’m talking a proposal at the end-zone. A wedding between quarters. I’m talkin’ baby-making under the bleachers-“

Chrissy, face as hot pink as her pj tank top, interrupts all that, “Okay! Okay. That’s… I get it.”

“Do I make you blush, fair lady?” Heather drawls, in an impression of a boy, eyebrow arched, chest puffed out, lips curled, her voiced dropped ridiculously deep-

Chrissy covers her face, trying desperately not to laugh at the ridiculous attempt, “Heatherrr!!”

Heather clutches her chest like she’s wounded, taking on a sort of accent almost from how badly she’s doing her impression, “Ah! My apologies, maiden. How ungentlemanly of me.”

“Nobody talks like that! /Billy/ doesn’t talk like that!!” Chrissy argues, though she giggles at the unseriousness of it all. So it took a while, but Heather always does know how to make her feel better.

They drop the boy talk for a while, choosing to sneak downstairs and grab some snacks at two in the morning once Heather’s parents were definitely asleep, coming back up with a strange homemade trail mix. Dark chocolate chips, raisins, pretzels, almonds and strawberries. Certainly nothing outside of Chrissy’s comfort zone, careful not to push the limits of her recovery, though it’ll probably give them both a stomachache in a few hours regardless.

Leaned against some bean bag chairs right under the open window, enjoying the birdsong and cricket chirps, they share their homemade creation, and better, more smiles and lighthearted stories. Like they used to, before highschool drama and all.

Nearing 4, Heather turns to her, uncharacteristically dead serious, and declares, “I hope he makes you this happy.”

The realness inspires Chrissy to do the prying now, switching roles, hoping her friend will open up to her in kind, “Does Jason make you happy?”

“/Jason/ does. Our parents practically arranging for us to be married from the time we were newborns, hm not so much.” Heather sighs, drawing her knees in. She doesn’t quite shut down, it’s more for comfort, self assurance, which Chrissy understands. She gives her space to collect her thoughts.

“He’s my guy best friend. And I love him. In more than the best friend way. It’d be stupid not to end up together. But god there’s so much pressure!”

“I think you should do the jacket thing too.” Chrissy offers carefully, “I’m doing it to prove /my/ date isn’t a one-hit creep. You can do it just to remind yourself why you love your boy. And that he loves you. ‘Cause I know he does, Heather. But I know you’re afraid he doesn’t.”

Heather has tears in her eyes and a sad smile when she looks at Chrissy, “What is with you quiet girls and secretly being psychics?”

Oh how Chrissy wished she truly were a psychic.

At the beginning, she wasn’t nervous at all. Her and Heather bullshitted all the time, it wasn’t anything serious. But they’re all four on a date, wandering downtown around the various second hand stores, a typical stop for one couple, and the complete opposite for the others.

Seemed as good a time as any to go through with their silly plan, it wasn’t like it would hurt anything. Except she’d tried all kinds of things to get Billy to give her his jacket, and so far, none of them worked even a little! Not browsing through a selection of jackets at the stores, not shivering dramatically, not clinging to his side either.

Chrissy felt a chip in her little heart every time, feeling like maybe Heather was right. All over a jacket. She’d have her heart broken for a little bit of wool and leather.

With her boyfriend's name on it. Her boyfriend who actually holds her hand, and tells her she’s pretty, and doesn’t creep his hands under his skirt constantly.

She doesn’t know if she could get over losing that.

Her gait down the strip is admittedly less spirited, lingering behind Heather and Jay, but Billy never leaves her behind. He engages her in conversation too, hair blowing all over the place around his face, “How the fuck do you go outside in this shit?”

Chrissy looks at him, wearing an amused little smile, “Like, ever?”

“Yeah /ever/, Princess.” Billy sarcastically, but lightheartedly bumps her shoulder lightly with his arm, “Jesus, I should take you to California. Gonna miss winters without tiny fucking knives falling from the sky.”

Heather doesn’t lose track of that comment for a minute. Excited for Chrissy, she tries to plant the seed for their plan,

“What’s the matter, Billy? You too cold?”

“Hell no. But I’m not a chick the size of a baby deer.” Billy remarks, taking the bait perfectly well, rubbing Chrissy’s arms and feeling how cold she is, “Shit, you’re fucking frozen, Chris. Here.”

And without even thinking he peels off his varsity jacket and starts to hand it over.

Used to the cold, and despite her excitement wanting to make sure Billy doesn’t get uncomfortable, Chrissy protests, “No, no, no. Keep it. I can’t let your California sunshine freeze over.”

Billy disregards that, slinging it over her shoulders anyways, “Yeah, well I’m not letting all the fuckin’ little pixies that fly around your head freeze to death either.”

Jason scoffs at him, turning around to walk backwards with the group, teasing, “Dude, what does that even mean?”

Without even looking Heather flicks his ear, getting his attention back, “Just because you don’t understand romance doesn’t mean nobody can.”

He looks at her like a kicked puppy, but Jason is nothing if not stubborn, “Pixies? Sunshine? What happened to- beautiful and charming and butterflies in the stomach?”

“I don’t know, Jason. Maybe you should fall in love again and find out.”

“Who would I fall in love with? Nobody can beat you, Holloway.”

Heather rolls her eyes, flicking her hair like an agitated horse would it’s tail, “Ah, see you almost got a couple points there. Almost. You’re in the negatives though for using my last name.”

He tries to recover it suavely, “I could call you Carver instead?”

But that isn’t Heather's way. She counters intensely, “No. I’m not being a child bride, thank you very much. Besides, who says I’m taking your name? Maybe I could call you Holloway.”

“The.. I- Okay.” Jason just sputters, turning pink up to his ears.

Behind them, still lingering a good ways back, Chrissy hums, warm and cozy in her boyfriend’s jacket, “What are they even arguing about?”

Billy laughs about that, shrugs his shoulders, “Hell if I know. They lost me a long time ago.”

“It’s funny. Heather didn’t think you were good for me, but she fights with Jason all the time.” Chrissy informs him.

Billy stops dead in his tracks. Gently uses his hold on Chrissy's hand to spin her around to face him as he fell behind,

“Hold on. Take a step back. Heather thinks /what/ about me?”

Chrissy’s nerves spike so quickly she gets a little dizzy, “Please don't take it personally. I want my two favorite people to like each other. Please.”

Her beau steadies her, instead of freaking out, “No problem. I just find it.. fuckin’ weird.”

“It’s because of the way you drive. And smoke. And act. She thinks it’s bad for me.” Chrissy blurts, knowing it’s unkind but needing him to believe that she had no part in it.

He doesn’t seem too phased by having Heather’s disapproval, apparently learning faster than most people do, “Big fucking deal. At least you know I love you, right?”

“Mhm.” Chrissy nods her assurance, standing on her tiptoes to kiss Billy’s cheek and seal the promise.

“Right. Tell her she’s the one making Jason cry his damn eyes out the second he gets tipsy on a sip of anything stronger than a fuckin’ soda pop. I’m tellin’ you, Holloway has ripped out his heart and shoved it up his own pansy ass.” Billy sounds bitter, but not overly mean.

It’s something he’s thought about before. Good to know the gossip street goes both ways.

It’s why Chrissy doesn’t feel too bad telling Billy now, “She doesn’t mean to. I think she’s scared.”

“Sacred of Carver?…. He hurt her?” His voice drops, as angry and mean as Heather warned her about.

They don’t talk much about serious things, serious isn’t their kind of fun, but Chrissy knows about Billy’s life at home. About the type of man Billy could’ve been destined to be.

She rushes to make sure he doesn’t turn on his own friend for thinking Jason was the same way, “Oh no! No, not at all. Never. It’s her mom and her daddy. They sort of forced her to date Jason. She wasn’t ready. I think she’s ready now and doesn’t want to admit it. ‘Cause that would be like taking their orders.”

“Fuckin’ parents.” Billy eventually grumbles, not knowing what else to say.

It seems to be a common theme in their group. A bonding experience for all four of them, whether or not they’re open about it.

Chrissy doesn’t really feel like talking about that stuff anymore, sort of just mumbling, “Yeah.”

Because Billy is perfect, and none of the things Heather says at all, and the actual bullies in their lives makes her want to just hide. Billy notices the drop in her mood, and silently slings an arm around her waist, pulling her into his side as they walk. Keeping her close. Safe.

Maybe someday things will work out beyond Hawkins. They have to. Winning the jacket was a silly, small victory, but it was a step.

Now Chrissy just wants, more than anything, her friends to be happy.

She holds onto Billy’s hand a little tighter.

The next time Heather and Jason get together, it’s for a study date at the end of that week. With Heather being a year above, the only class they have in common is the Biology two class Heather failed last year. There’s coloring sheets of bones and cells to be completed, so it’s not like they need each other’s help, but sitting on Heather’s bed coloring with colored pencils didn’t seem like a bad deal either way.

At some point, surrounded by all the color, Heather realizes something,

“Honey. We’re going shopping this weekend.”

Jason barely looks up from his work, focused on being neat close to the lines, “For?”

“Clothes. You’ve worn three white polos this week. I’m bringing some color into your life.” Heather pokes him with the flat end of the white pencil for emphasis.

Jason blinks, caught off his guard, “I wear green sometimes.”

“School colors don’t count. Yellow either.”

“I think I have, maybe, /one/ blue shirt.”

Heather digs in the pile for a turquoise-ish pencil, “Blue! Blue’s.. good! That’s definitely on God’s rainbow. Maybe a nice pair of blue jeans too, for once-“

That’s where Jason cuts it off. Because that’s where Heather went from playfully sharp to flat-out insulting, “Heather, please.”

She stays on the defensive, “I’m just saying. There’s nothing wrong with branching out from your choir boy uniform. That’s all.”

Sometimes it’s like she thinks if she pokes a bruise enough, it’ll make her seem like she’s strong enough to cause them. Like she’s all in charge and nothing can stop her.

Jason doesn’t want to stop her, he just wants her basic respect, “So what do you suggest?”

Not even sarcastic, just genuinely enthusiastic to share, Heather starts, “Pastels! Your hair is way too strawberry to be a dark dresser. Unless you go with emeralds, no more tacky green. Ooh, or even if you grow it out some! You know, actually-“

Jason runs his fingers over his neatly parted hair, protecting it, not hiding the concerned squeak to his voice, “No thank you, I happen to like my hair short.”

“Again, baby. Boring.” Heather just rolls her eyes, once again. Sometimes it’s like that’s all she knows how to do.

It stings.

“Look, if nothing I do is ever going to be good enough-“

Heather doesn't entertain that in the least. She slaps her hand over his homework page, making him look at her, “It’s not /you/. You know that it’s not you.”

No, he didn’t know that. Jason looks at her, confused, “What?”

“Just because you dress yourself, and you drive your stupid little station wagon around parading your image, doesn’t mean there’s not that voice in the back of your head. Maybe… maybe a tight fist too. Telling you what to do. You’re afraid.” Heather talks with her hands, just enough that Jason can see through it.

That she’s being showy to hide something.

Doesn’t mean he’s not been rendered self conscious and bare-souled all the same. He doesn’t like that, even after months with Heather not feeling safe showing her all his tender parts like that, “I don’t want to hear this from you.”

“Oh, so a girl can’t have opinions, huh? I should just spread my legs now and let something else do all the talking?” Heather heats the argument.

Jason just lets his head fall back, frustrated, “I don’t- You /know/ I don’t want that.”

“Oh please do enlighten me then, your graciousness.” Heather forces what Jason is thinking out of him.

So he lets it go, without regard to her feelings, even though he hadn’t wanted to, “Look, I’m not stupid. I know your parents are a problem, Heather. Everyone that’s read the paper knows Tom Holloway isn’t a kind man. You try to hide it, but you can’t keep it from me. And you can’t- just take it all out on me!”

“I wasn’t-“ Heather tries to backpedal.

He still doesn’t let her, “You were! You always have! Nobody has the key to the lock on your heart, but I’ve been trying anyways. And you just shut. me. down!”

“Jason…”

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry we didn’t meet for real until high school. I’m sorry I can’t save you because I’ve got my own.. shit to deal with. But, and forgive me for using His name in vain, Jesus fucking Christ Heather!”

“Jason..” Heather repeats, clearly more misty eyed than before, and opens her arms. A hug is letting him in physically, letting him get close even when the words aren’t easy.

Mostly, she hadn’t realized Jason could read her as easily as she could read him.

He takes the vulnerability to mean it’s safe to say, “I love you.”

“I know.” Is Heather’s response. It’s not easy to say it back, not when she chokes on it every time she tries to say it to her ‘problems,’ let alone a highschool boyfriend she was never supposed to fall for, not in her own heart.

It’s enough. Jason keeps holding her, lips against her shoulder, “I’m sorry.”

Heather repeats herself, “I know.”

Nothing else felt right to say. Because she /was/ sorry too, but saying it second would feel ingenuine. At least, she’d read it that way.

She closes her eyes and feels exhausted. It’s not supposed to be this hard. Their school years are drawing to a close, and yet she can’t even admit her own parents treat her like shit.

Maybe a silent tear drop or two drips off the end of her nose behind Jason’s back. If he noticed, he didn’t say a word.

After a while, Heather needs to do something, sitting and thinking and regretting not doing anything to help, “Can we call Chrissy and Billy and go get some ice cream or something?”

“Sure. I think I owe that to you for keeping myself so.. alone.” Jason admits, bashful but genuine.

And isn’t that just the thing. Heather gives him a tiny smile back, “Ditto, baby.”

Ice cream ran into the evening, all of them itching for an excuse to stay out. Chrissy was the last to finish her bowl of two raspberry scoops with sprinkles, half of it melted into sludge by the last spoonful, and even that’s not a distraction enough.

It’s early spring, which means, as the group informed Billy, that the Hawkins drive-in theater was opening back up. Nobody even needed to discuss it to know that’s what they wanted to do. There were a variety of chick-flicks and even more horror sequels in the box office, which meant the two week delay at the drive-in would make for some good choices at least. Most Hawkins residents would take their trucks out there, not some prissy little station wagon, but it would do.

At least, it should, but Billy started getting impatient with cruising along under the speed limit out to the wooded hill where the drive-in is, “Can’t this piece of shit go faster?”

Heather turned around slightly to face and scold him, “Well, we coulda brought yours if you hadn’t decided to buy the extra tiny, no room for fun model.”

Billy just snorted humorlessly, “We could fit if there was any actual fun going on. Leaving room for the Lord or whatever is what fucks it up.”

For that comment, knowing their company, Chrissy pushed Billy’s arm gently. Still, she didn’t seem to disagree too harshly, since she smiled through when he kissed her next.

Heather seemed irritated, though that tends to be her default honestly, as she huffed, “Not everyone’s a sleaze like you, Hargrove. Get used to it.”

Billy hadn’t even justified it with a response, just waved her off and used the same arm to swing it over the seat behind Chrissy. She was wearing his jacket again, hadn’t taken it off all week, curled into his side and wearing his name. In that bubbly way she does, she was also wiggling her hands about, not nervous, but happy.

Content.

Heather and Jason still had a ways to go to reach contentment.

The pair stay in the car for the movie, their counterparts in a blanket on the grass instead. Cali boy is out there freezing his ass off, but he’d said anything would be better than being trapped with relationship drama.

Heather and Jason try to ignore him.

They fail.

Jason turns to her not even a full twenty minutes after that comment starts working it’s way under his skin, “Heather?”

“Hm?” She hums to show she’s listening, but doesn’t look his way.

That’s not enough for what needs to be said, so he repeats, “Heather.”

“Yeah, that’s me. You need something?”

“I wanted- I just…. I’m sorry.”

Her pretty features screw up in confusion, “For what?”

“For not being good enough.” Jason informs, like it was the most clear thing, “You’d be happier with a guy like Billy. Maybe you could call up Steve-“

“No, fuck you if you think I could ever leave you.” She spits.

And then she grabs Jason by the collar of his polo and kisses him.

It’s nothing chaste, nothing at all like their usual peck of the lips. This is roaming tongues and hands.

Heather reigns herself in when she feels Jason’s hands, holding her hips up under the back of her shirt, shaking.

“I’m not gonna make you do anything. Sex isn’t my endgame.”

He sort of freezes, like it hadn’t occurred to him that Heather wouldn’t mind helping him in his devotion to modesty, “So what is?”

“An apartment. Maybe get a cat. I want to share a space with you long before we do marriage shit.” Heather explains lightly, smile on her face.

Jason relaxes his shoulders, “Make it a dog and we’ll see. Dogs are better.”

“Oh, ha-ha. Make it one of each and I’ll forgive you for that comment.”

Heather kisses him again, without any heat or intensity this time, just gentle, soft affection. She even lets him touch her hair, despite usually slapping his hands away for that. It helps that she’d brushed it out to be restyled before bed tonight, but still, she would have let him even if her curls were laying perfect.

When they pull away, Heather lays her head on Jason’s shoulder. Instead of watching Cat’s Eye on the screen, her gaze falls to their friends huddled up outside, and she muses, “How much you wanna bet Chrissy and Billy run away into the sunset?”

“I hope they do. Hawkins is Hell on earth.” Jason asserts, clearly serious because he usually wouldn’t even mention a place like that.

Heather sighs slightly, “Literally. The kidnappings, the murders. I can’t take much more of it.”

Confident, Jason says, “I’m sure they’d make room for us then. If we wanted to go with them.”

That has Heather sitting up straighter, surprised, “You would live in California?”

Sunny skies, living free- it didn’t seem very much his pace. The order and the mundanity of Midwestern life seemed better for Jason.

He just shrugs for now, “Who knows? We’ll see when we get there.”

“And you’re okay with that?” Heather wonders aloud, as she knows it, finding that Jason prefers to have his entire life planned out.

He only sounds a little tense as he tries to sound brave and strong, “Getting there.”

The tension between them had to have been coming from there. She wanted nothing more than to rebel and escape, while he, even when he was feeling crushed by the weight of parental disapproval, was nothing short of desperate to be back in their graces.

If Heather could be more open to discussion when that made her uncomfortable, and Jason less complicit to begin with, the pair would probably be on the right path again.

She lays her head on him again, and this time, Jason takes his arm out of one sleeve of his varsity jacket, slinging it around her like a blanket. Her heart absolutely soars. The promise to Chrissy was fulfilled, she and her honey were working out just fine now, after she’d gotten Billy’s jacket.

That’s gotta be a sign that things will work out for Heather too.

“Hey, Jason?”

“Hm?”

She feels compelled to finally confess, “I love you.”

It’s Jason this time who, after a soft little kiss to her forehead, says, “I know.”

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We're Coming to You Live [Barnaby Brooks Jr. x Reader]

A/N: Tiger and Bunny is my favorite anime, and Barnaby is my comfort character. I'm sure I'm not the only one who is down bad for this man, so I chose to write something for him. This will be a little different, first will be some relationship headcanons followed by a short fanfiction I've had in my head for a while. I intentionally left it GN, because sunrise is pro LGBTQ+ (and lowkey, Bunny seems mildly queer coded. We stan fruitcups in this blog!)

Since there's not many Barnaby x readers on Tumblr (or anywhere, rather) I may post more Tiger and Bunny fanfictions.

(Oh, and if you like T&B fanart, I'd recommend lullakanart here on Tumblr. Their fanart is chefs kiss

- Lil_Ms_Darkness

WARNING: This post does contain some 18+ things, minors DNI

Barnaby Dating Headcanons:

Barnaby is very protective of you after losing his parents at such a young age.

He needs his privacy and space, so he is respectful of yours, as well. But, being as protective as he is, sometimes he can have his moments where he worries about you more than a healthy amount.

He has PTSD due to what he experienced as a child, believing to have witnessed his partner die in his arms, witnessing his parents work be disrespected, and more. You will need to be patient with him, and he will be just as patient with you (medical conditions, mental health, disabilities, etc.)

He is not an easy man to love, he is guarded and hurt, but he does have a heart of gold if you're patient and trust him.

As seen, trust is VERY important to him. Dating him means you have earned his trust completely, so he has no concerns about you cheating on him or betraying him. (If something does happen, though, don't expect him to be super forgiving. I'd imagine him letting someone into his heart in a romantic sense would be much deeper of a connection, imagine Kotetsu betraying his trust x100.)

Barnaby is EXTREMELY family oriented. He enjoys helping the orphans of Stern Bild, and values his parents in such high regards, it's only expected that he'd want a family. Either by adoption, or by traditional means. Of course, if you don't want children or can't conceive for whatever reason, he's open to a conversation about it.

He's happy to treat you to fancy dinners if you'd like, if you prefer more simple meals he'd be happy to accompany you as well. Or, if you'd like to stay in, he's okay with that, too.

Being a hero, he doesn't have much free time, as crimes are happening often. But what little time he does spend with you, he tries to make memorable.

After a few years into your relationship, he takes you to visit his parents grave. He brought flowers for them, and introduced you to them. He took your hand, and after a short time, he'd said, "They would have loved you."

He's not super comfortable with PDA and physical touch, for safety reasons (if Ourobouros finds out about you, you could be used as leverage. The last thing he'd want is for a criminal to use you for ransom, or to get to him) but in the privacy of your apartment or his, he craves your touch. Your hugs, the grazes of your hand, and the rare occasion you rub his shoulders and back.

When it comes to intimate times, Barnaby is very giving. He enjoys his own pleasures, but he's a giver when it comes to desires of the flesh. Being intimate with you is one of his favorite things, feeling your skin against his, the sounds you make, the closeness.

He is big into aftercare, and loves to hold you against him after you both finish. He has s t a m i n a, by the way, so be prepared for long sessions. Quickies aren't his thing, he likes to take his time and drink you in.

I don't imagine he's into many serious kinks, but I can see him being into mild shibari and I can see him having a praise kink.

In these intimate moments, he is incredibly vulnerable and these are the moments you can see the true, unguarded Barnaby. The man that isn't as aloof as he pretends to be, the man who's grown as a person thanks to his partner and you. The man who was broken and lost for so many years and has finally chosen to lead his life his own way, and has chosen you to share his life with.

We're Coming to You Live

The cab slows down, but before it comes to a complete stop, you throw the door open and dive out into the street. Justice Tower- it’s so big compared to how it looks on screen, and even larger than how it looks from far away. The wind breezes past you in gusts as you make it to the police line, keeping everyone back. You can hear the reporters in the distance, the helicopter of Hero TV looming over the top of the building a safe distance away.

Your body trembles with adrenaline, the wind freezing the cold sweat that drips down the nape of your neck. You chew your lip in overwhelming stress and fear-

“Please be okay.” You whisper to yourself.

Earlier

“This Hero TV breaking news!” The TV yelled at you from the living room. You felt the familiar twinge of excitement and worry course through your body, hearing the familiar announcer's voice. You rushed to the couch, all but diving over it to sit and watch your boyfriend save many more lives. “At 7:15 this evening, a bomb threat was made to the recently completed Fortress Tower!”

Your heart sunk, immediately. Grabbing your phone from the table, bringing up your messages with the hero.

B: I’ll be by your place soon, one more stop and I’ll be free. Y/N: Where’s the last place? Maybe I can meet you at your apartment B: The Fortress Tower building. I’ll let you know when we’re wrapping up. See you tonight

Your gaze lifted to the TV again, watching as footage played of civilians being evacuated.

“Reports say Wild Tiger and Barnaby Brooks Jr. are still inside, preparing to deal with the threat! How courageous of our heroes, braving this threat without the protection of their hero suits!” The world seemed to hum and you could hear your pulse in your ears as you shot to your feet. Running to the front door, you grabbed your coat and house keys, throwing the door open. You close the door, forgoing locking the door and choosing instead to rush down to catch a taxi to the Fortress Building.

Present

You can feel your neck begin to ache, craning your neck to look up towards the top of the tower, as if hoping you can see Barnaby and Tiger escape before the bomb explodes. The chaos of the police trying to push people further back, in case the building collapses is a distant hum until you feel hands on your arms.

“Excuse me, please move back, we need to keep this area clear for your safety,” says the officer, firmly but somehow also politely.

“No, no, please, I need to stay here.” you insist

“I’m sorry, I can’t let you,” he gently tries to guide you back, his arm coming around to force you to move backwards. You try to resist, the sound of an explosion and eruption of light above cause everyone to fall still. You look up, glimpsing a fading explosion from above the building and falling, fiery debris. The officer scoops you up and sprints out of the way, but you’re too busy staring at the fading light in the sky, feeling the tears threaten to spill over. When the officer finally sets you on your feet, again, he apologizes for laying hands on you, but he sounds so far away.

Your eyes scan the top of the building, trying to find any damage, but you’re so low it’s impossible to see the top. The tears fall down your cheeks and your hand clutches your phone tightly.

“He’s okay…” you whisper, desperately. “He has to be okay.” but as time drags on, the weight in your heart spreads to your body and limbs. You sniff as the tears blur your vision, lowering yourself to your knees as your throat becomes tight. You always knew dating a hero would be difficult, that his life would be in danger, yet you knew that Barnaby was always cautious, careful, methodical. He thinks everything through, he’s efficient at his job, and that’s why he’s quickly become a fan favorite.

You choke on your breath and bring your jacket tighter around yourself. There’s been no confirmation of the heroes being injured, but somehow that’s worse. An image of Barnaby getting blasted back by the explosion crosses your mind and you double over, trying not to wretch. Your phone clatters against the ground. You feel a hand on your shoulder, hear the officer's voice as if through a fog. You can’t breathe, your chest feels tight and you can’t stop crying.

The officer's hand moves and you feel two hands rest on each shoulder. You can see the tips of red boots. You choke and wheeze, your body stuck curled up. A hand rubs your back, soothingly and you can hear muffled voices.

“Breathe, it’s okay.”

In, out, in, out. Inoutinoutinout-

“Slower. In through your nose, out through your mouth,” you follow the instructions, a voice you trust, a voice that comforts. You look up, very slowly and emerald eyes capture yours. Your trembling hands move up to grasp his on your shoulders. He takes them, gently squeezing, continuing to breathe through his nose and out through his mouth in a steady rhythm for you to match.

Slowly, the tears cease and your breathing becomes normal. The hand rubbing your back stops and you realize Barnaby is holding both of your hands, so who-? You look over and spot Wild Tiger examining you with concern in his amber eyes. He smiles lopsided,

“You alright?” you nod, “alright, I’ll give you some space. Gotta get this camera to Agnes and the film crew.” he stands and walks off.

You don’t feel ready to speak, looking over at Barnaby again. In the reflection of his glasses, you can see your face. Puffy red eyes and tear stains. You frown at the image and look around at the crowd of people watching you with concern, some with jealousy. You cringe and pull the hood of your jacket up over your head before you move back.

“[Y/N], are you alright?” he asks, quietly, his voice as level as ever.

“I-I saw the Hero TV broadcast. I...normally I’m okay, but hearing you didn’t have your suit, I…expected the worst, I’m sorry. I should have trusted you to handle it,” you wipe your eyes. “I just…I didn’t think, I thought…I was afraid, that…” the words wouldn’t come. You look down, but strong arms wrap around you and bring you in.

Your eyes widen at the very public display, before slowly wrapping your arms around him as well. You close your eyes and rest your head against his neck. He smells like dust, plaster, wet metal, and gunpowder. Your hands fist the back of his jacket.

“Easy,” he murmurs and you loosen your grip on the leather, settling on flat palms that try to bring him closer against you. His blonde curls tickle your cheeks and you sigh, feeling safe again in your hero's arms.

#barnaby brooks jr #tiger and bunny #x reader #dating headcanons #fanfiction #BBJ x reader

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fromtheboundlesssea · 3 months

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just read the last chapters of NGNM

lets start for the aemond chapter

aemond resenting aemma for not visiting…

but he doesn’t know that she feels guilty for what happen to him and then daemon continuing abusing her…

my theory is that aegon will notice that daemon keep doing weird shit towards aemma and that were he would step in and ask his father for aemma hand but it will he after or before he went to figth at the stepstones? also once they got engage how will aemond AND saera feel?

love those details of saera being there for aemond since the beginning of feel them more like twins can’t wait for her to go to war in name of her sister (who she will believe death) and for her little brother

also that little resentment of aemond towards his father, he really view him now as a coward but is still his father and he loves him and he wants him to love him and fight for him still

that last talk between aemond and daemon oh god i can see aemond defending daemon against aegon acusations because of thing like this, somehow daemon was there when rhaenor and couldn’t and that will make hard for him to see him as an abuser

now rhaenor chapter

he is so frustrating but at least i get to understand him he doesn’t that he have this addiction he can’t name it or seek for help because he doesn’t know that something is wrong and what is wrong but still one thing is sleep and have bastards and other is to keep them near your wife and true born children like he could perfectly give them a decent life in their respective keeps but why having them there

it will be interesting if alicent got pregnant once again, what could have been? i don’t think it could fix their relationship but rhaenor will have a excuse to be close to alicent once more

rhaenor wanting to cry as soon as alicent left him…

it remains me about something you answered before here that she was her most dearest friend and comfort and now he has nothing to truly relay anymore, his wife and best friend is gone and is sad because he will lose her two time: this time and once she’s death

another theory i have is that this is truly the beginning of rhaenor descending to madness but it will truly show once the dance start because this is when he truly lost his solid ground he cling to work and become a workaholic but once the dance happen it all snap: alicent need him once more (to protect her, to avenge their daughter, to protect their children and aemonds right) and he will cling to that he will cling to alicent needs and will never let her go again

I was hoping for more confrontation between alicent and him, more fight and tears but i guess we will have more of it later

can’t wait for rhaenor and alicent coronation! i think it will be more spicy than aemma and aegon wedding?

You are very close to guessing how Aegon will go about asking for Aemma’s hand! It’s a little bit of both, but that will make sense the closer we get to that point in the fic.

And Aemond resenting Aemma for not coming is so understandable because he wants his big sister there and she simply isn’t, which also gives Daemon a sort of in that further explains why the family doesn’t notice the stuff he is doing around Aemma is off. He is a “family man” who is there for his nephew and grandnephew. Why would they believe Aegon over Daemon?

And Rhaenor is just a mess of emotions right now. He’s beginning to have moments of unraveling and you can’t help but feel some pity for him. You can disagree with how he’s acted or what he’s done, but you can feel pity towards him.

And we’ll have more confrontations between Rhaenor and Alicent—especially in regard to Aegon and Aemma.

And there’s something that has yet to be mentioned yet, Rhaenor forgetting to check on Aemma.

#keep the asks coming #neither gods nor men

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brujitaadinbo · 2 months

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I'm going to continue with this "enemies then lovers" segment because I only have a few last pieces left to show and I want to follow up on other DinBo/BokaDin elements that I want to share with you.

This gem, this beautiful piece that came out on Netflix months ago; "blue eyed samurai" is the perfect example of enemies then lovers.

It is a treasure that you must see. But getting into the characters.

In feudal Japan where life is more than complicated; Mizu is a woman exiled and rejected since she was little because of her eye color, since her father is a European man, to protect herself she has to hide her identity and disguise herself as a boy, she grows up and has to adapt, experiencing harassment from other children, now As adults, she has to survive and continue disguised as a man to avoid further persecution.

Taigen is that boy who harassed Mizu when she was little in the village, he never knew that Mizu was a girl, he only noticed the color of her eyes and mortified her all the time. He grows up and becomes a detestable person with an immense ego and plans that obviously will not be fulfilled.

And this is when fate works its magic and brings Mizu and Taigen together. He never realizes that he is Mizu and that Mizu is a woman. She teaches him a lesson that causes him to lose everything, even his honor. In a tremendous duel of battle and powers, Mizu always takes the lead. But on this long and meaningless road, they begin to share moments, fight the same enemies, little by little become allies, learn from each other, about honor, respect and camaraderie.

That's when, in the season finale, they give us that closeness between them, that "accidental" romantic interaction where Taigen finally; He realizes that Mizu was always a woman, a strong girl with blue eyes.

She separates from him because she is still full of revenge and has another path to follow, we only have to know that her path changes completely. And they leave us with this, that they will see each other again in the second season and obviously their interaction will change a lot.

and you may wonder What is the parallel between Din and Bo katan with these characters?

Well of course I'm going to tell you. 1.- the chemistry between them was always so strong; like Din and Bo in season 2. Even if they fought or it was to provoke each other, the looks, the poses, the way they spoke, it is more than clear the enemies then lovers. Even though Taigen doesn't know that Mizu is a woman, their connection is strong just like Bo and Din's.

2.- Din and Bo have dark pasts, dark ancient paths that they lived and that when they met, both of them rubbed it against each other, in the form of conflict and as a way of fighting. 3.- Both couples walk the path of redemption, they meet, they live together, they adapt, an alliance, a bond is created and suddenly the interaction begins that gives more signs of romance and that door is left open for something more. ..something strong.

and 3.- The paths of both couples separate but do not say goodbye, because they are destined to cross again. The samurai (ronin) had their own codes, they continued moving even if they had a partner or family or a lover, they were nomads even if they had a home because that was their lifestyle. The Mandalorians have something similar; their own code of survival, they were nomadic, despite settling down, they did not stay still. And if you have read even a little of the Mandalorians, even the wikis YOU KNOW that distance and lifestyle are not impediments to romance, love, family or establishing bonds.

This is the way….

#the mandalorian #star wars #dinbo #bo katan x din #bo katan kryze #din djarin #this is the way #bokadin #din x bo #clandetres #lucasfilm #blue eye samurai #mizu x taigen #enemies to lovers #loveislove

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rhine-gold-archive · 2 years

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Visions: Geo

Another post in the series where I theorize on why people receive a specific vision, this time it’s Geo.

First part: Cryo and Hydro; part two: Pyro Part four: Anemo

Geo are the legacy-makers, they take the tradition that was passed to them and they build on it, often revolutionize it to leave their own mark, but keep fundamentals sacred. Geo archon is the god of contracts because every geo keeps a contract with the world of following the tenants of their tradition, and this includes a social contract too. This is why they are so concerned about reputation and why close ties to the community is a common theme - it’s not enough to just excel at Your Thing, as for a pyro, geo also need to grow it, involve other people, spread it and make sure the world knows Your Thing is fucking awesome. And this is also why geo leaders will serve and protect their communities as the first AND the last line of defense instead of using their subordinates as resources as the leaders normally would. Itto’s first thought is of “his boys” both when he opens treasure chests and when he falls in combat, he was actively distressed when they stepped up to let him escape the millelith, because he was supposed to be the one protecting them; Zhongli fought on the front lines of every war and personally went to every house to catch the aquatic pests, Ningguang sacrificed her beloved Jade Chamber, a symbol of her personal success, without hesitation and was ready to do so again. Geo are the cultivators, empire-builders, and said empire will always come first.

So, Geo lineup looks consistent enough with this theory, until you get to…

(Fun fact: if you get trapped in a tight corner by enemies and you go into Itto’s burst, camera doesn’t have space to pan out, so it just zooms in on his abs, which is I think is correct and what he would’ve wanted)

Like wait, you might say, how are you going to tie Arataki Itto with cultivation of tradition and social contracts of all things? He’s actively breaking social norms, he gets in trouble with authorities all the time, he notoriously doesn’t do anything but hang out with his gang and have beetle fights with children, what empire is he building? It can’t even be a beetle fights empire, because he’s losing all the time!

Let’s go through his story quest, which like no joke, is the best written in the game, and manages to convey a lot of nuanced allegories. But what’s relevant to this post is that the quest, among other things, explores Itto’s relationship with his heritage, where we learn two things - he’s ostracized for it, but he refuses to give it up. Like, he’s an orphan whose parents died after being driven out of the village for the crime they did not commit specifically because people just assumed they did it because they were oni. After that, he lived on the streets, getting beat up, until the old lady who took him, - and she was mocked for it. The beginning of the quest forces you to go ask people’s opinions about Itto to show you that despite people admitting that he’s never actually done anything worse than being loud and obnoxious in public, they can totally see him stealing and kidnapping families because of his “volatile oni blood” and temper.

Despite all that he refuses to be less visible or try to blend in with the humans, in fact, when blue oni accuses him of not being successful, Itto argues that their ancestors told them to not bow down to humans and stay true to themselves. He really said “Integrate, not assimilate”. Itto brings up oni’s honor a lot, which includes like: never back down from the fight, but don’t harm the innocents, fight fairly, live to the fullest, pay your debts, respect others, but don’t let them walk over you, etc. And what is honor? It’s a social contract based on personal principles and not the laws or societal norms. And for Itto they are based on his people’s principles, this is the tradition he’s repping. This is why he talks so much about reputation, but doesn’t care about fitting in - he judges reputation not by human, but by oni’s standards, which are like “Live honorably, roll hard and look good while doing it.”

That’s not all though. Taking into account Itto’s frankly tragic backstory, it would be understandable if he shut off, became a cryo isolationist, bitter at humans for ostracizing his kind, but he didn’t. His namecard says “A real man puts sorrow and anger behind him and smiles brightly for the world to see!” Itto is consciously, continuously making a choice to be positive and reach out to people. He formed his gang specifically for losers, outcasts, people who don’t fit in and he formed it based on his people’s principles. Society excluded him and he said “Okay, I’ll make my own community, with beetles and Ushi.” This found family, built on the radical inclusivity, where people who don’t belong in the larger society can bond together and help each other, *is* Itto’s empire.

To elaborate on other Geo and the “traditions” they’re repping:

Yun Jin is representing Opera, obviously, taking long-lasting traditions and revolutionizing the approach, but she also wants to teach and spread her mastery to new students, make the art grow.

Ningguang, the Eclipsing Star, a new de facto ruler of Liyue, spear-headed the new era of humans taking the reins from the adepti. It’s not a coincidence that Zhongli decided to finally retire specifically when the next Geo Empress with a new, fundamentally different vision of Liyue, came to power. His guidance is not needed anymore, he is no longer legacy-maker, but a legacy himself, on which it’s Ningguang turn to build upon.

Noelle wants to be the knight of favonius, but she is afraid that she isn’t good enough to rep for them. Like half of her hangouts is her being mistaken for the full-fledged knight and her being embarrassed\horrified by it. She has too high of expectations for the knights, despite obviously being qualified. But like, we all know that when she comes of age and finally gains confidence, she will be the next Grandmaster after Jean and will revolutionize the entire institution from pseudo-military to the full on social services.

Gorou’s “thing” is the prosperity of Watatsumi island in general and rebellion troops in particular. He’s incredibly concerned about his own image specifically for the sake of how his troops will see him, they are his main motivation.

Albedo is cultivating alchemy, an art that was taught to him by his master and he’s searching for the truth of the world specifically because it was her final assignment. He is carrying out the “tradition” passed to him first and foremost. It might seem at the first glance that he’s not involved in the community, but that’s not true, he is repping for the alchemy - before him, it’s said that alchemy wasn’t taken seriously in Mondstadt, but he singlehandedly overturned that public perception, made alchemy into a respectable occupation and became a high ranking officer. Also, you don’t advance high level science like, frex nuclear physics, by doing community outreach programs, you do it by teaching in universities and performing research projects. Which is exactly what’s Albedo doing and we know that meetups with his students are like the only activities for which he reliably leaves Dragonspine. So he’s actually going out of his way to not only advance alchemy, but spread it and include more people, despite how much his introverted personality would more suit for the shut-in professor type.

#genshin impact #arataki itto #Genshin #rhine meta #rhine talks #this turned into 'Why Itto is an angel: an essay' but whats you gonna do

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hey! I hope you're doing good, and thank you for all the sanemi ideas, I love them so much :)

I was wondering, since your writing is amazing, if you could do a fem!reader who's a part of the demon slayer corps as a hashira and has lots of secret admirers ? She doesn't know about them until one day, after a mission when she got injured badly, she wakes up at the butterfly estate with tons of letters and gifts and then realizes she has secret admirers, and she honestly doesn't understand why (since she has low self esteem) Also, would it be possible if Sanemi is a part of the said admirers ? It's pure mutual pining between the both of them, and she again realizes that it's him when she opens a box with ohagi in it. It can be headcanons or a fic, whatever inspires you most!

You don't have to do it if you don't want to, but if you do, thank you in advance!

I hope I respected your rules enough because I know you said that you didn't want to receive too specific requests, so I hope this is okay, I'm really sorry if not!

➢ Sᴀɴᴇᴍɪ Sʜɪɴᴀᴢᴜɢᴀᴡᴀ x F!Rᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

➢ 1,654 Wᴏʀᴅs

➢ Fʟᴜғғ

➢ Mᴀsᴛᴇʀʟɪsᴛ

If there was man that caught your eyes, that would Sanemi Shinazugawa. You always thought that you weren't that pretty, but you were proved wrong when you suddenly received multiple letters and small gifts from multiple secret admirers. It was obvious who gave you one of those gifts though.

➵ Nᴏᴛ Sᴏ Sᴇᴄʀᴇᴛ Aᴅᴍɪʀᴇʀ

cw: blood, injuries

Being a Hashira meant there are sacrifices to be made for the sake of humanity, even if it's your own life. The moment you joined the Demon Slayer Corps, it's immediately made clear that your own safety will be in your own hands, and that your fate relies on how much you value your life.

You've been gravely injured after a mission. You protected the children from the demon, recklessly taking hits to keep them safe, then fought the demon until you're sure you've killed it. The mission was fairly easy, the demon was a low threat, weaker than a Lowermoon so it meant that you could've finished it without any casualties.

Even so, you've got only yourself to blame for your carelessness. There were multiple ways to protect those children, but you ultimately panicked when they suddenly appeared out of nowhere while you were in the middle of a fight. Either way, they're safe and sound, that's what matters the most, even if your life was at a cost. You left them in Shinobu's care to patch them up, then return them back to their families.

So here you are, on a hospital bed with a very upset Shinobu at your side.

"You're lucky the Kakushi was fast enough to bring you in here in time. You were losing so much blood and these cuts are really deep!" She chided whilst she replaced your bandages, cleaned your wounds, and made sure you were in a stable condition. You could only groan in response, having woken up by her unpleasant lecturing. Her eyes were sharp as she lightly glared at you, brow twitching in irritation. It made you sink into your bed, pursing your lips and averting your eyes from her.

"Oh, don't be like that, L/n-san!" Shinobu gave you a sweet smile, pulled your shirt back up for you, and began to write on her clipboard. "You may grow tired of my voice but I will keep scolding you until you remember to be more careful." That made you wince at the mere thought of that, rubbing the back of your neck. You knew she was serious about that.

"Kocho-san," You hoarse out, coughing a little, your throat dry from misuse. "I just woke up." She could only sigh at your words, offering you a glass of water which you gladly accepted, and immediately chugged down.

"I'm serious about being more careful, L/n-san." Shinobu warned in a stern tone, her smile thinning ever so slightly. "Being a Hashira is no easy feat, I understand, but we need you alive, not dead." She stated, giving you a bright smile one more. And with that, she patted down her haori, said her goodbyes, and walked out of your room. You sighed, mumbling "I'll keep that in mind," under your breath.

She had a point. As a Hashira who's ready to lay their lives for others, your real goal was to slay Muzan Kibutsuji. Lowering the numbers of Hashiras wouldn't help the cause of the Demon Slayer Corps, you have to stay alive to bring down the Demon King.

You leaned back down to your bed, debating internally whether to fall back to sleep or just lay there and stare at the ceiling when something caught your vision in the corner of your eye.

You turned your head and to your surprise, you saw a whole table filled with flowers, baskets, small pouches, and piles of letters. Your jaw hung open at the variety of objects on the table, looking to your left and right to see if there were other patients inside the room. After seeing you're all alone, you assumed these are all for you.

"Huh," Was only you could say as you examined the table. There were all kinds of stuff on it. Fruits, sweets, hot meals, and many more. The letters were pleasantly scented and were prettily written. You wondered why so many people would even give you these when you're probably the least attractive girl amongst all Hashiras. You're also not close to many people as well, only ever talking to the other girls like Shinobu and Mitsuri, or to the friendlier Hashiras like Kyojuro.

You don't have any tsukugos, only chatting to demon slayers below your rank when it's absolutely necessary. Maybe the Kakushis? It doesn't make any sense to you, but maybe they're all just being nice to you because you've been seriously injured? "Even then, I haven't seen any other Hashira who received this many gifts just for being in bed for a few days..." You mutter to yourself, observing the piles and piles of gifts, all addressed to you.

The writers of each letter were anonymous, and they all wished you well, asking you to be more careful and some even held confessions. It made you extremely overwhelmed at the sudden revelation. A lot of people liked you that way? You would've understood if it was just general worry over your wellbeing after almost dying after a mission, but you've received so many love letters!

With each word you read, it made your cheeks hot and your head spin, still couldn't believe your own eyes that anyone would be attracted to a girl like you. It made you want to know who wrote those letters (although one of them was extremely obvious whose it was from, and it's a certain thunder breathing slayer who loves ladies).

The food tasted so good too! You were sure that the butterfly girls kept the fruits in pristine condition while you were still under their care, making sure no insects try to eat them before you did. You ate a couple of snacks when you got your hands on them, hungry after sleeping for 2 days straight. An apple, grapes, a bottle of juice, and some sweets. You were surprised how they knew your favorites.

Maybe you need to look behind your back more often once you get out of the Butterfly estate.

But for now, you'll push that thought behind your back and enjoy what you have at the moment. Looking for more food, you came across a simple green pouch with a piece of paper attached to it. It was small and light, with a familiar smell coming from the fabric.

It immediately made you think of a certain Hashira. Specifically Sanemi Shinazugawa. Recognizing right away who it was from, your felt your cheeks suddenly heat up, grabbed the pouch, and placed it on your lap.

Sanemi would sometimes give you a portion of the batch of ohagi he made just for himself, saying that he had too much and you were the person closest to him at the moment (even if Obanai was literally standing right next to him), so he decided to give you some. A lot of people were aware that ohagi was one of his favorite foods, so him sharing it with you? It must've meant something.

Still, you didn't put your hopes up because of it. After all, maybe he just wanted to be friendly to the newest Hashira? (Shinobu says otherwise and would always tease you about it. "He's always nice to you." She'd say, and it really makes you wonder if the Wind Hashira... No, you shouldn't jump to conclusions.)

Taking off the piece of paper from the pouch, you read the contents inside of it. "Get well soon. Don't go dying yet. -S" Even if it was short and rather straight to the point, out of all the letters you've received, Sanemi's made you smile the widest. Holding the piece of paper, your face became incredibly red when you placed it against your chest, your heart beating fast.

"He made me ohagi!" You squealed quietly, quickly opening the pouch and admiring the mouth-watering sight. Ohagi became one of your favorite snacks as well, all because of Sanemi. You shoved one into your mouth, still hungry, and eagerly eating it whole. It's definitely Sanemi's cooking, it's always tasted much better than the ones you've had before it. Maybe because you have some sort of bias? You're not sure, but either way, you're super grateful he left some for you while you're still in recovery. "Ah~ They're so good, it's so kind of him to make me some." You sighed contentedly, ignoring the rest of the gifts you've received.

From the slightly opened door of your room, Shinobu chuckled silently to herself, closed the door fully, and walked back to her office. On her way there, she spotted a familiar face, her smile widening even more as she skipped toward him. "Good morning, Shinazugawa-san~" She chirped cheerfully at him, making him turn his head to her.

"Hey, how are you..?" He awkwardly asked, rubbing the back of his neck whilst Shinobu just giggled at him, to which he just halfheartedly glared. "I'm doing fine! What are you doing here?" She asked back, tilting her head innocently at him, but at this point, Sanemi knew that she already got an idea why he was there.

He scowled, looking away from her which only confirmed her assumption, her smile formed into a small smirk, letting out a small teasing gasp. "Oh!" She exclaimed, catching the slight reddening of his cheeks. "You must be here for L/n-san! She's all good now, but if you're still worried, you can go check on her~" Shinobu teased, poking his arm.

Sanemi just huffed, crossing his arms and turning away. "If she's okay, then there's no reason for me to stay here any longer." He stated, already walking away from her. Shinobu could only smile.

"You know Shinazugawa-san," She started, watching him halt between his steps. "L/n-san really enjoyed those ohagi you made just for her! You're so sweet~"

Sanemi's face burned as he whipped his head back to her, but all that greeted him was an empty hallway and the faint echoes of Shinobu's giggles.

✦ omg hi!! I'm glad you like the sanemi ideas~!! thanks for the request ʚ♡⃛ɞ(ू•ᴗ•ू❁)!! it's just how I like my requests, so don't worry~!! I hope you like this one! it took a while so thanks for your patience and understanding!! I'm a little anxious right now because I have a feeling I lost a bit of my "writing flair". But thanks again, have a great day/night everyone~!

#:;marshie.writes #:;toothrotting.fluff #:;oneshots #:;requested #:;muse.kuroe👻#:;sanemi.shinazugawa #demon slayer x reader #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba x reader #kimetsu no yaiba #sanemi x reader #sanemi shinazugawa x reader

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