a-child's-prayer

BNHA x The Avengers (Bakudeku + minor KiriKami and Shotoko fun)
  • Midoriya: We have orders, we should follow them.
  • Bakugou: Following's not really my style.
  • Midoriya: And you're all about style, aren't you?
  • Bakugou: Of the people in this room, which one is A: Wearing a gaudy green bunny outfit with weaponized thigh-highs and B: Not of use?
  • Everyone: -glares at Bakugou's costume with judgement-...
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  • Midoriya: What I want to know is how he controlled their minds like a bunch of flying monkeys!
  • Kaminari: I do not understand.
  • Todoroki: I DO!
  • Bakugou: -rolls eyes-
  • Todoroki: I understood that reference.
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  • Aizawa: We have no quarrel with your people.
  • Shigaraki: An ant has no quarrel with a boot!
  • Aizawa: You planning to step on us?
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  • Tokoyami: Did I hurt anybody?
  • Shoji: No, there's nobody around here to hurt. You scared the h*ll out of some pigeons though!
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  • Midoriya: I gotta say, it's an honor to meet you, officially. I sort of met you, I mean, I watched you while you were sleeping. I mean, I was, I was present while you were unconscious, from the ice. You know it's really just a, just a huge honor to have you on board.
  • All Might: Well, I hope I'm the man for the job.
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  • Twice: Target acquired.
  • Bakugou: -jumps on villain Twice's back, while screaming bloody murder-
  • Twice: Target angry! Target angry!
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  • Tsuyu: Gentlemen, you might want to step inside in a minute. It's going to get a little hard to breathe.
  • Midoriya: Is this a submarine?
  • Bakugou: Really?! They want me in a submerged pressurized metal container?! -ship takes off into the air- Oh, no, this is MUCH worse.
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  • Aizawa: Is everything a joke to you?
  • Ms.Joke: Funny things are.
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  • Bakugou: What else you got?
  • Todoroki: Well, Midoriya is taking on a squadron down at Shibuya Station.
  • Bakugou: And he didn't invite me...
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  • Hatsume: An intelligence agency that FEARS intelligence? Historically, not awesome.
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  • Tamakawa: -as All Might, all the Pro-heros of UA and class 1-A and 1-B board the plane to fly to Tokyo- Uh... You are not authorized to be here!
  • All Might: Son... just don't.
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  • Present Mic: Having trouble sleeping?
  • Aizawa: I've been asleep for 70 years. I think I've had enough rest.
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  • Todoroki: You speak of control, yet you court chaos.
  • Tokoyami: It's his M.O., isn't it? I mean, what are we, a team? No, no, no. We're a chemical mixture that makes chaos. We're... we're a time-bomb.
  • Midoriya: You need to step away.
  • Bakugou: Why shouldn't the guy let off a little steam?
  • Midoriya: You know damn well why! Back off!
  • Bakugou: Oh, I'm starting to want you to make me.
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  • All Might: You people are so petty... and tiny.
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  • Ashido: Where's Tokoyami?
  • Bakugou: You mean the hawk? He's up in his nest.
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  • Shigaraki: I have an army.
  • Midoriya: We have a Kacchan. -grins cutely-
  • Bakugou: DIEEEEEEE -crashes through window with explosions going off-
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  • Police Council: Pro-Hero Eraser Head, the council has made a decision.
  • Aizawa: I recognize the council has made a decision, but given that it's a stupid ass decision, I've elected to ignore it.
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  • Midoriya: Kacchan... I think now is the perfect time for you to get angry.
  • Bakugou: That's my secret, Deku. I'm always angry.
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  • Midoriya: Kacchan, we need a plan of attack!
  • Bakugou: I have a plan: Attack!
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  • Todoroki: Be careful what you say, he is my brother!
  • Tsuyu: -talking about Dabi (headcanon not canon)- He's killed 80 people in the last two days.
  • Todoroki: He was adopted.
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  • Midoriya: I know guys with none of that worth ten of you. I've seen the footage. The only thing you really fight for is yourself. You're not the guy to make the sacrifice play, to lay down on a wire and let the other guy crawl over you.
  • Bakugou: I think I would just cut the wire.
  • Midoriya: Always a way out... You know, you may not be a threat, but you better stop pretending to be a hero.
  • Bakugou: A hero? Like you? You're a lab rat, Deku. Everything special about you came out of a bottle!
  • Bakugou: Put on your hero costume. Let's go a few rounds.
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  • Uraraka: -via phone- Hatsume-san, we need to talk.
  • Hatsume: You have reached the life model decoy of Hatsume Mei, please leave a message.
  • Uraraka: This is urgent.
  • Hatsume: Then leave it urgently. -Uraraka then enters Hatsume's penthouse, hanging up her cellphone with Midoriya at her side-...Security breach.
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  • Kirishima: -cheerfully beating up villains easily- This is just like Hosu all over again.
  • Kaminari: -electrocuting villains easily- You and I remember Hosu very differently.
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  • Shigaraki: Bakugou Katsuki told me everything. Your ledger is dripping, it's GUSHING red, and you think saving a man no more virtuous than yourself will change anything? This is the basest sentimentality. This is a child at prayer... PATHETIC! You lie and kill in the service of liars and killers. You pretend to be separate, to have your own code. Something that makes up for the horrors. But they are a part of you, and they will never go away!... I won't touch Bakugou, not until I make him kill you!
  • Midoriya: -eyes wide, face turning fearful-
  • Shigaraki: -snarling- Slowly, intimately, in every way he knows you fear! And then he'll wake just long enough to see his good work, and when he screams, I'll split his skull! This is MY bargain, you mewling quim!
  • Midoriya: -turns and takes a few shaky steps away-
  • Shigaraki: -smirking wickedly-
  • Midoriya: -crying intensely- You're a monster!
  • Shigaraki: -laughing- Oh no, you brought the monster.
  • Midoriya: -quickly dropping facade- So, Tokoyami... that's your play.
  • Shigaraki: ...What?
  • Midoriya: -on earphone piece communicator- Shigaraki means to unleash Dark Shadow. Keep Tokoyami in the well lit lab. I'm on my way. Send Todoroki-kun as well. -turning back to Shigaraki, wiping fake tears- Thank you... for your cooperation.
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  • Ashido: What's the matter, scared of a little lightning?
  • Bakugou: I'm not overly fond of what follows...
  • Kaminari: -appears out of nowhere like the lightning god that he is-
  • Kirishima: -gets all excited like a puppy because Kaminari arrived-
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  • Hatsume: What's the stat, Midoriya-kun?
  • Midoriya: -looks at all the complex technology- It seems to be powered by some sort of electricity!
  • Hatsume: ...well, you're not wrong.
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  • Bakugou: -screams- WAKE THE FUCK UP, DEKU!!!
  • Midoriya: What. The. Hell- What just happened?! Please tell me nobody kissed me.
  • Bakugou: You fucking wish, you damn nerd.
  • Todoroki: ...We won.
  • Midoriya: Alright-Hey. Alright. Good job, guys~ Let's just not come in tomorrow. Let's just take a day. Have you ever tried shawarma?
  • Bakugou: -snorts and rolls his eyes-
  • Midoriya: There's a shawarma joint about two blocks from here. I don't know what it is, but I wanna try it.
  • MINI-BONUS MOMENT
  • Uraraka: A big man in a suit of armor, take that away what are you?
  • Aoyama: ✨Uh Genius, Billionaire, Playboy, Philanthropist.✨
God (A Child’s Prayer)

God bless me please I’ve good intentions
but must confess I’m not feeling all that well
it frightens me terribly that some would say
those things will only pave the road to hell

God I do so try to believe in peace and love 
and I’ve oft heard You have a master plan
yet I’ve searched far and I can’t find them
would you please stay close to me til I can

God the wise ones speak about abundance
I’m sorry but it seems my eyes see only lack
will You please love me until I find my way
and I promise when I’m better I’ll give it back

Prayer request

My dear friend is pregnant for the third time. The first two were miscarriages and she desperately wants to carry this child to term. Please pray for her health and the health of her unborn child!

Prayer Request

I want to first thank everyone who prayed for my pregnant friend and who provided resources for her during her time of need. Sadly, there was an accident yesterday. A fall that the baby did not make it through. Please pray for this friend who is beyond devastated as well as for the soul of the child

The Christmas That Was Promised—Chapter Three

Chapter One: here
Chapter Two: here


Jonsa politicians’ kids modern AU, set at Christmas.

Selected by Senator Ned Stark as the nation’s model foster kid, Jon grew up between two worlds. But then the news breaks: Jon isn’t an orphan after all. He’s the son of President Rhaegar Targaryen. Not just that—he’s the product of a secret affair that has the whole world talking.

The president goes on damage control, inviting Jon to his mansion for Christmas dinner. Jon is sick of being used as a publicity stunt by powerful men. All he wants to do is disappear from the public eye forever—but maybe he can use the Targaryen influence to help fix things for foster youth in Washington, once and for all.

And maybe dinner won’t be so bad. After all… Sansa will be there.

Note: This chapter is a bit longer this time! Hopefully I’ll be finishing the Christmas part of this fic soon and moving on to Valentine’s Day… Because when you have a holiday-themed fic that takes you forever to write, you just move to the next holiday, right?! Besides, the 15 Days of Valentines Event starts today! :)


The Targaryens had outdone themselves. From the moment he set foot inside the gated property, Jon couldn’t help but stare. Out of the corner of his dazed eyes, he dully noted that Sansa seemed to be in the same state. The stately front yard—more like the size of a city park to Jon—was twinkling with tiny colored bulbs. Thousands of uranium-green lights twisted around the manicured trees like ivy. The walkway was lined with bold, Targaryen-red lights. Blue bulbs ringed the babbling stone fountain that Jon and Sansa passed as they made their way through the garden. Jon’s eyes ached as he peered over the side of the fountain as the passed, where a light projected against the water made it look as violet as a Targaryen’s eyes. The sprawling, elegant mansion itself was almost unremarkable compared to the almost-untamed blaze of the garden, but it was tastefully decorated in strings of sparkling gold lights.

“Festive,” Sansa finally said, “isn’t it?”

“That’s one word for it.” Jon was already trying to calculate how much their electricity bill cost. But then he remembered that Rhaegar Targaryen had been CEO and president of one of the largest energy companies in the world before he became, well, the president. Rhaegar’s younger brother Viserys was running the company in his absence. Jon would be surprised if the Targaryens didn’t get free electricity. Just another example of Washington royalty.

“Ready?” Sansa’s word was a whispered puff of breath in the air. Jon could feel her eyes on him and he was unsure if it was a good thing she was so concerned about him. For all that he wanted from her—and god, there was a lot—pity was not on the list.

Jon opened his mouth to reply when the left of the double doors swung open. Rhaegar Targaryen stood there, alone.

Jon tried to conceal his sharp intake of breath. He’d known this was coming, but he wasn’t ready for it.

Rhaegar Targaryen.

It’s not like Jon had never seen him. No, just the opposite, in fact. He’d seen him everywhere: giving the State of the Union on TV. At charity events where Jon was the guest of the Starks. Even a handful of times at Jon’s high school, surrounded by the presidential entourage. If that telegenic politician was the only man he was meeting tonight, Jon might have been able to prepare himself.

But he wasn’t just that man anymore. He was Jon’s… father. The man who had allowed Jon to go into the foster system when his mother died in childbirth, just because he was too ashamed to own up to his secret affair and take care of his own son. The man who was only inviting him into his home now that the press had broken the story. Rhaegar had invited Jon not as his son, but as his damage control.

It was impossible to look at him, but impossible to look away. Jon allowed himself to shut his eyes tight for one second, but when he did, he saw the hands of a child clasped in prayer atop a threadbare blanket. He’d prayed for his parents to find him for years, and never more so than on Christmas. His eyes opened again, finding the angular face of his birth father less painful than the memory of his bedside prayers. At least Jon didn’t bear much resemblance to him.

But if he didn’t look like his father, he must have looked like his mother. In all these years that Jon had been in Rhaegar’s presence, had the man ever thought that maybe the dressed-up foster kid could be… his own son?

Sansa’s grip on his arm tightened and Jon’s head started to clear. He was glad to have her there, like an anchor.

The golden-haired, violet-eyed man gave Jon a warm smile. The president was famed for his charisma, but Jon wasn’t falling for it. “Hello, Jon. Hello, Sansa.” He gestured them into the house. In the foyer, Rhaegar held his hand out to Jon. They shook, rather stiffly, Jon thought, and he couldn’t help but take pleasure in the fact that Rhaegar flinched at his touch. Whether it was from the cold of Jon’s hand or something else, he didn’t know. When they released hands, Jon found himself wishing that his first contact with his own flesh and blood had felt somehow different. But he was also relieved that it had not.

“Sansa, Dany tells me you’ve been having the best time in college,” said Rhaegar with a smile. “She’s in the lounge and can’t wait to see you.”

Sansa’s face lit up. “Yes, it’s been ages! I can’t wait, either.”

“Go right ahead.” Rhaegar nodded.

Rhaegar wanted to speak alone. Jon didn’t realize how tense his arm was until Sansa squeezed it. “Oh, I will, in just a moment. But it would be so rude for me to make my introductions without Jon. I’m his guest tonight, after all, not Dany’s.”

Rhaegar stared at her for a moment. “Of course.” He gestured forward a maid standing at the back of the room. “Please, take their coats.”

The maid came forward and took Sansa’s coat and purse, but Jon removed his own coat and hung it in the coat room, only a few steps away. The Starks had their own retinue of staff, but he’d never liked it.

Rhaegar cleared his throat, watching Jon intently. “Jon, I…” He trailed off, then said, “Well, please follow me to the lounge.”

As Jon followed his biological father through the mansion, he thought this was what torture might feel like. He would have rather done a thousand terrible things than be here, in this seat of extreme luxury, surrounded by paintings worth more to this twisted society than his own life. He counted the things he’d rather have done to him—get shot full of arrows, maybe, or stabbed repeatedly, even buried in a sea of bodies—than be told he was a part of this.

But with Sansa beside him, things didn’t seem quite as bleak.

The lounge was bigger than Jon’s whole dorm floor. Seated on a sprawling red couch on one side of the room was Daenerys, Rhaegar’s much younger sister who had gone to school with Jon and Sansa. Even though she was a little more than a year older than Sansa, they’d been in some of the same classes and had grown to be best friends.

“Sansa!” Dany jumped up and ran toward her friend, hugging her. “And Jon,” she said, pulling away and looking at him. In high school, Jon, like many of his classmates, had had a crush on Dany. Now, he couldn’t look at her without seeing her older brother Rhaegar. “It’s so good to see you again,” she said, her voice slightly gentler.

“Hey, bro,” came a bored-sounding male voice. It was Aegon, still seated in a big, black leather chair, staring down at his phone. “Sorry for being a douche in high school. Didn’t know we were related then.”

Jon tried not to glance toward Sansa. He knew they’d dated and that he’d cheated on her with who knows how many girls. But she appeared unfazed.

If Jon were to be honest, Aegon was not the worst of the privileged kids he’d gone to school with. Sure, he was a spoiled, annoying bro who had been best friends with Joffrey Baratheon since birth. But he was also friends with Robb, and he wasn’t completely stupid, even if his ego told him he was the smartest kid in school.

“Nice hair,” Jon said in response. For whatever reason, Aegon’s hair was a startling blue color.

“Drinks,” Rhaegar murmured to himself. “I should get the drinks started.” He turned and rushed out the door of the lounge, leaving the four of them alone.

“So,” Aegon said, rising from his chair and sauntering over to them. “I guess Dad told you why we’re such a small group tonight.” When Jon didn’t reply, he raised his eyebrows. “He didn’t mention it? My mom and Rhaenys went out. Flew to the Caribbean or something. Didn’t want to have dinner with—”

“Egg,” Dany snapped.

Aegon smiled tightly at Jon. Maybe he was the worst, after all.

But what he said made sense. Why would Elia and Rhaenys want to spend Christmas dinner with Rhaegar’s once-secret son? Jon’s stomach felt tight. According to all the news articles that Jon had pretended to not care about, Rhaegar was the only one in the family who had known that he had an illegitimate son. He’d kept it a secret from the rest of the family. Jon could understand why Elia didn’t want to be around her husband’s little secret, especially only days after the story broke. It was surprising, really, that Aegon was here instead of supporting his mother.

“Sansa,” Aegon said, leaning in close to give her a hug. After they pulled apart, Aegon’s hand lingered on her waist. Jon bristled, trying but unable to look away. “God, Sansa, college is really agreeing with you.” He lifted her hand to his lips. “I wish you hadn’t decided to go to school so far away. Northern University? Really? That’s in Michigan or something?”

Minnesota, Jon thought darkly.

Sansa laughed as she pulled her hand away from him. “I needed to get away from politics for awhile. Besides, at NU, I can visit Winterfell any time I want.” Ned had been a senator for ten years now, but Jon knew that Sansa still missed the family estate where she’d been raised. As a child, he’d dreamed of it: a snowy palace far, far away from all of the things he hated about Washington.

“You and Dany, trying to get away from all of us.” Aegon glanced at Jon. “And are you trying to escape, too?”

If he meant this conversation, or Aegon’s too-warm looks at Sansa, or the whole Targaryen house, then yes. Yes, he was.

“Jon is in the Peace and Conflict Studies program at KLU,” Sansa said when Jon didn’t respond.

“You’re at Kings Landing, too?” Aegon asked, clapping a hand on Jon’s shoulder. “I had no idea. I’m majoring in Business there. Gotta learn the family trade, right?”

Of course he was. Everyone always talked about it. Aegon had taken a year off, so he would graduate with Jon’s class at the end of this year. Reporters sometimes followed Aegon to class. Jon dreaded his next term—would he be followed, too? “The family trade,” Jon said, glancing around at the daylight-lit room. “Hopefully the curriculum includes a class on cutting coal dependence.”

Sansa’s breath caught in her throat and Dany’s smile curved up as Aegon’s face reddened. “Don’t worry,” she said, looking amused. “We don’t have the ‘burn-it-all’ mindset of the older Targaryens. Meraxes Energy is investing in geothermal and solar energy.”

“Yes, that’s true,” came Rhaegar’s voice as the man walked back into the lounge, small glass of dark Scotch in hand. “And Aegon has two family trades he can choose from, isn’t that right?” He clapped his free hand on Aegon’s shoulder and the boy seemed to stiffen. “Business or politics.” He smiled at Sansa, as if unable to look at Jon. “You know, he’s applying to both business and law schools for next year.”

“Decisions, decisions,” Aegon said, eyeing the glass in his father’s hand. “Maybe the lovely lady Sansa can help me choose. Northern University seems to have some attractive options.”

Rhaegar laughed, and Jon hated him for it. Jon, of course, understood that Sansa was not his. He knew she had a history with everyone here. But something about the way she’d said she was his guest, not Dany’s, made him feel… god, he didn’t know.

He did know that he wanted to wipe Aegon’s smirk off his face every time his eyes lighted on Sansa.

“The kitchen told me that dinner is ready,” Rhaegar said.

Dany linked arms with Sansa and they followed Rhaegar out of the lounge. Jon followed, silently, beside Aegon. “Hey,” the blue-haired boy said just before they were about to go through the door into the long, marble hallway that apparently led to the dining room. Jon stopped in his tracks and faced him. “Are you and Sansa…?”

“No,” Jon said immediately. His voice sounded sullen even to him.

“Oh.” Aegon looked back to the entrance of the room and Sansa’s retreating figure. “Good.”

Jon couldn’t help himself. He felt the anger rising up in him like bile. He stepped closer to Aegon and shot him what he hoped was his best withering glare. “Leave her alone,” he said.

Aegon’s silver eyebrows rose. “Interesting,” he said with a grin. “Very interesting.”

“What?” Jon snapped.

“It’s a bold move, bro. Can I call you that now?” Aegon said, without pausing for an answer. “A few days as a Targaryen and you’re already making a move on a senator’s daughter. And Sansa Stark, no less. I didn’t think you had it in you. I’m actually pretty impressed.”

Jon turned away and started marching after the others, afraid that if he didn’t leave, he’d end up extracting some of Aegon’s pearly white teeth. “That’s not what this is at all.”

“If it’s not about Sansa, then why do you have such a problem with me?”

Jon glowered at the marble floor as he walked down the hallway.

“I’m talking to you,” Aegon demanded.

“This may surprise you, but I don’t obey you,” Jon muttered over his shoulder. And he marched down the hallway to get a drink. Or four.

I am a Child of the Wildwood

a prayer to Cernunnos

Deep within the Forest’s depths
Sits a being of great wise power
His voice of bass does carry
In prayer upon the hour

Around him sit the animals
The creatures of the wood
They sit in peace around this God
All manner of them would

His voice attracts all attention
One cannot avoid its tune
And even if one can’t find Him
They’ll listen to Him soon

He is the Wildwood’s Lord
Man speaks His name in awe
Traveling from the lips of the hunter
To those above the law

Though many fear His power
I am not as such
For I travel the Forest at peace
I His curses will never touch

For I am a child of the Lord
A wild child untamed
The God’s beloved am I
My free heart forever unclaimed

They know me as a spirit
A child from beneath the trees
My feet forever running
And my laughter in the breeze

I do not fear the Wild God
I call upon Him with care
For His children can’t be broken
And His world we all must share

Pray now to the great Horned One
With his robe of the deepest green
And ask for a heart of courage
So that your love for Him is seen

Be proud to be His child
One dearest to His heart
Sharing the soul of the Wildwood
And knowing we’ll never be apart.