but she was not like that during those years

i don’t think i’ve made a post about this yet, but i find it fascinating how MHA is kinda the story of a next gen shonen story, only the audience has never seen the previous generation.

All Might was the protagonist of his story, and now he’s reaching his limit and needs to retire. the story focus is on the new generation surpassing the old, and learning from their mistakes. All Might doesn’t want Izuku to experience the same pain he did, by losing his master. instead, he’s focusing on helping Izuku become the next Symbol of Peace.

Izuku is learning that self-sacrifice isn’t the end all, be all for heroes. that you can’t just wreck your body to save someone else, because sooner or later it’ll catch up with you.

Endeavor is what would happen if a shonen rivalry continued on into adulthood without ever resolving itself. he’s the logical conclusion of an unresolved rivalry of someone who couldn’t take being left behind. Bakugou’s development is in direct contrast to Endeavor’s, because Bakugou is learning and growing and slowly letting go of his spite and frustration and need to be number one all the time, unlike Endeavor

Toshinori made himself the Symbol of Peace, and as a result he was the only thing keeping society on it’s feet. once he fell, so did everything keeping the villains at bay. the new generation are all going to learn from this and become more symbols, holding up the peace together instead of just relying on one person.

the next generation is all about Teamwork, not just working as individuals.

Toshinori lost his place as a hero after he went after All for One in revenge those 6 years ago. he lost sight of his heroism in order to avenge Nana. that’s the moment he fell. that’s why he can no longer be a hero anymore, because of the injuries he sustained from that fight.

Nana gave up her child and cut herself off from her family because she couldn’t take the pain of it anymore. she likely kept herself emotionally distant from Toshinori because of this, during their short time together, and Toshinori is doing the complete opposite of what she did; Toshinori is getting close to Izuku and they’re both emotionally supporting each other.

there’s so much about Toshi’s life that we don’t know about, and it’s his life that would’ve been the star of the previous generation. how he was quirkless, how he wanted to become a hero, and a symbol who could stop crime, how he met Nana and earned her trust and gained her powers, how he lost her and trained under Gran Torino, how Endeavor met him and sparked that rivalry, how he eventually became All Might and how his reputation alone nearly stopped crime (something no hero in any previous generation was able to do). 

his whole life could be told in it’s own series, but we, the audience, aren’t privy to that information. we just know the bare bones, and occasionally we find out more as the story goes on. little hints of what happened before. but that’s all in the past–it’s all about helping the next generation grow now. All Might was a legend in his own time, but he’s old and injured and has to retire from hero work. instead, he’s helping a new generation of heroes grow; he’s helping Izuku become the next Symbol of Peace in his place. 

the story of MHA is a next generation story without the previous generation being shown, and i think that’s fascinating.

God, when Taako remembers. When he remembers the things that happened during their missing century, when he remembers the ship and the Hunger and his life. When Taako remembers each plane—some better than others—when he remembers this one in particular, it breaks him.

He forgot her. He forgot the most important person in his entire life. He forgot his heart because she was right all those years ago. She was right about each of them being the reason the other made it. He forgot double carbs at breakfast and the dankest nap ever and perfectly cooked turkey made just for her on their birthday.

“…that’s something that can’t be broken or lost or taken away.”

It breaks him and it ruins him and it fuels him because how dare someone take her from him? How could any of this happen? He didn’t lose her, she was taken.

He grips his—her—umbrella tight and sets his feet and gets ready to fight. For Magnus and Davenport and Merle. For Angus, for Lucretia, for Barry, for the stupid fucking jellyfish

For her.

Because she was right, just like she always was. Because it’s so important.

Ex-wife texted me to tell me she had gotten engaged.

So Saturday, she texts me to tell me that she had gotten engaged, and felt like I should hear it from her. I was pissed that she decided to tell me this, but I’m moving on.

Backstory time: After 10 years together, a few of those married, my ex-wife and I separated when I caught her in an affair with one of my friends. After months of gaslighting every time I asked why she was so distant, she started a major fight with me and asked me to leave for a few days, during this time she basically left all but the essentials and moved in with this fat, miserable, vape-enthusiast fuckhelmet. The guy totally spent 9 months spinning lies about me, before she moved in, but she was the one that was willing to believe even the most outlandish things to convince herself that she was justified in cheating. It turns out he was in a better place to financially get her where she wanted to be. This story is long and drawn out, and I won’t spend anymore time on it. Just know that this wasn’t the first time she fucked me over, but it was definitely the last. Despite pretending they weren’t seeing each other and my ex saying that she still wanted to work things out, the separation started last fall, and the divorce finalized in May of this year.

Anyway, her mother called me Tuesday to say Merry Christmas and see how I have been. You could not ask for better in-laws, and I still talk to them occasionally. Anyway, she told me that, despite the engagement, I am still part of the family and welcome anytime. At some point after this, I told her that I wasn’t happy about the engagement, but I wasn’t surprised, since they had been living together for a year and a half. She got really quiet for a moment, but then wished me a Merry Christmas and told me not to be a stranger and got off the phone.

Yesterday, I get up and one of her cousins has texted me with info on this shitstorm that I started. It turns out that she had adamantly stuck to the story that they had gotten together this spring, and had only moved in together this summer. Her mother went off on her for lying all these months about the cause of our divorce, she’s pissed and isn’t going to be going to Christmas this year at my ex’s new house as a result. I’ve heard that she was told they would be hosting Christmas at home this year instead.

Now, I didn’t intend this revenge, but it did happen. Merry Christmas, bitch.

Update 2/2/17: Thanks for the gold, and for all the cool replies. <3

Pain Split || Peter Parker x Reader [[soulmate au]]

{soulmate au where you and your soulmate share each other’s pain…however there is one extra catch: evidence of their injuries may show up on your body as well… (this mainly applies to bruises, open wounds and broken bones are never shown, but they can still be felt by your soulmate)}

Here’s the promised soulmate au for Peter ;w;

peter parker is my waifu and i will never stop writing for him ;w; he’s such a gr8 boyfriend material that i swear i’m falling more in love with him every time i see him.

i’m so hyped for homecoming man, sooooo hyped [♥]

permanent tags: @psychicwitchphilosopher , @pharaohkiller

**please don’t plagiarize/repost this story. reblogs are fine.**

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A shot of red hot pain felt blooming across your abdomen forces you to wake up in the middle of the night. You let out an involuntary groan, lifting up your oversized shirt to see what was wrong.

Upon seeing the ugly purple and blue bruise spread out across the wide expanse of your skin, you whimper and gently touch at the surface. When you applied a bit of pressure to the unknown bruise, you felt yourself jolt in response, making you nearly cry out at experiencing the intense pain.

Just who the hell was your soulmate and what were they doing each night?

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“you have your mother’s eyes” 

Lily stood there with her back straight, tears streaming down her face. Her arms spread wide out, as if that will protect the infant that was behind her in the crib. She looked up, into the face of the intruder. Searching, hoping, for a flicker of hesitation. Instead, all she saw was a smile. Perhaps even a laugh, she did not know. She could only hear her own cries. “Not Harry, not Harry, please not Harry!”. She was begging, hoping, he would comply. In that moment, her vision was blurry. She wanted to turn around and kiss Harry one more time, wanted to tell him how much she loved him….”Please … have mercy … have mercy…”.  One more kiss, one more look, one more moment. “Please”. The last thing she saw was a green light coming towards her. 

“you have your mother’s eyes”

Harry looked into the face of his opponent. His back straight, but his body aching. His clothes having stains of dried blood. He must die. It must end. He did not say a word. He couldn’t. Instead, he pictured Ron and Hermione. His best friends. The ones he dreamed of having during his childhood, when Dudley and his friends laughed at him. His two best friends who stuck by him, who protected him. He pictured his parents, whom he saw moments ago. He knew they were beside him. His mother was likely standing in front of him, like she had done years ago. But this time, it was Harry’s turn to protect those he loved. Ginny’s face popped up into his vision. When he had seen her in the castle, he wanted to hug her. Have one last moment with her. One last kiss. He straightened his back again, and looked into his opponent’s red eyes. He saw the mouth move and a flash of green light, and everything was gone.

A Fine Line

@rhysand-darling based on her post requesting that someone, anyone write a post acowar fanfic where Feyre and Tamlin talk. He apologizes to her and all this stuff. I hope that it meets a few of your needs.

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He was ashamed to admit that it took him a better part of a decade to stop being angry with her. One night and many bottles of wine later, his ever loyal sentry Bron had shared with him what those few years were like. In the haze of his intoxication he remembered something his mother once told him. Hate and love were a fine line, you chose which side of the line your heart resides. The next morning he went to her old room, he expected the thorns, what he did not expect were the paintings.  

He knew deep down that she did not paint these before or during the war. Five paintings sat as roses amongst the thorns.

An enchanted willow tree. Lucien laughing while sitting on a blanket with a bottle of wine. A pool of stars. Two beings dancing to the song of will-o’-the-wisps. A beautiful male playing the fiddle.  No, not a nameless beautiful male, him. Not the monster he saw in the mirror, had seen for decades, centuries. The memories came cascading down upon his soul and that is when he cracked. He fell to his knees, he did this, he had chosen hate. Even before her, he let the monster within rule his life.

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Every solstice after he found those paintings, he told himself that he would talk with Feyre. Every year he said he would apologize. And every year he made up an excuse not to reach out to her. In the end he always told himself that he was the one that needed closure, not her. She was happy. 

She had no idea that he had moved the paintings to various places around the manor. They helped remind him that he was not his father, he was not the beast that prowled beneath his skin. The paintings reminded him that he had a musician’s soul.

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It had taken decades, but his court and his soul were healing from his father’s reign, a reign he had allowed to continue in the name of tradition.  Since the day he leashed the beast, each tradition was evaluated for what it brought to his people, to his court. He was about to cancel the upcoming centenary Jubilee, another pointless tradition of the Spring Court, when his advisers told him that the people needed a celebration. More importantly the Jubilee was a chance for other courts to visit.

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The night of the Jubilee ball came, as he descended the stairs his breath caught. She was still the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. Her gold brown hair cascaded down her back in waves. She wore a fitting dress of midnight blue that complimented her skin tone and her tattoos. 

Her attention was on the painting he had hung in the foyer, her painting of two souls dancing to the song of will-o’-the-wisps.

“I was wondering if you ever found them.”

He swallowed the knot forming in his throat, “I found them a decade after the war. Thank you.”

It had been too long since her voice echoed off the walls of this manor, “I was so angry with you. I felt like I had given everything for our love and you never saw it. Never valued what I gave.”

He couldn’t look into the eyes of the girl he had abused, he instead looked at his toes, “you had every right to be angry with me. You gave your life for me, for this court, for Prythian. I repaid you by locking you within this manor, letting the grief and despair eat you alive. I did not see you and I will always regret that I didn’t find a way to help you. That is why I hung this painting here, as a reminder.”

He finally looked up and saw silver lining her blue-grey eyes. He only then realized that they had both needed this. They both needed closure. And for all the things he had never given her, the one thing he could give her was closure.

“When I came back I wanted to burn this place to the ground for what you had done to me, for taking me away from my mate and my family. I am sorry for the part I played, for the destruction I caused.”

He nodded, “I was angry at you for a long time for that, but you have nothing to apologize for.”

She looked at him, and for a briefest moment he saw the shock at his words.

“During that month, you gave me choices. If I would have chosen my sentries over a high priestess, my court would not have fallen as easily as it did. If I would have choose to listen to Lucien instead of Ianthe,” he spit out her name with a level of venom that had not passed his lips in decades, “my court would not have been starving.”

He took a deep breath, “I made many bad choices, the moment I made that deal with Hybern, I should have evacuated most of my court, instead of letting countless souls die at the hand of that monster. After I received your letter, instead of running to Hybern, I could have requested a meeting with you. After Lucien came back from the Illyrian steppes and said that you were healthy and you made the choice to stay, I could have listened to him.”

They looked at each other for what felt like an eternity. Each of them trying to silently convey everything that they had ever felt for one another, happiness, love, regret, loss, anger, forgiveness.

“I’m sorry. I am sorry for every painful moment you felt because of me, either from my inaction or from my actions. No matter what I did, it always seemed to hurt you and that will always be one of my greatest regrets in this life.”

Her hand reached up to caress his cheek, “There will always be a part of me that loves you and I will always be grateful for what you have given me.”

“Thank you, Feyre,” he swallowed the sob that wanted to leave his throat, “thank you for seeing the male behind the beast and loving me.”

She didn’t need to hear that there would always be a part of him that loved her as well. He leaned down and kissed her forehead, a silent goodbye to the girl he loved. With a smile, he left her in the foyer.  

Before he entered the ballroom he turned around for one last look at the girl who changed him. In that moment he knew the monster that had once ruled his heart was gone. Instead of feeling jealousy and anger, he felt awed by the sight before him of the High Lady and High Lord of the Night Court.

He knew there would be another time for the apology that he owed to a male that had given him friendship when no one else had. He would need to tell him a story and beg his forgiveness for his inaction.

Ruined my stepsister's birthday and got her banned from all clubs in town.

(warning: long story)

BACK STORY: When I was 12, my mom got married to a halfway decent guy. He’s not bad, but he’s not great either, but he made my mom happy and that’s all that I cared about. In fact, I cared so much about her happiness that I was willing to endure 6 years of living under the same roof as his self-obsessed, obnoxious, spoiled daughter, Amy. The entire time we lived together, she would project all of her insecurities onto me in the form of insults. Being young and wildly insecure about myself, these daily insults well and truly cut me to the core and just continued the cycle of crippling insecurity.

When I started “talking to” a boy for the first time, Kyle, she all of a sudden developed an intense infatuation with him and told me I was forbidden from communicating with him from then on. I was insecure but I was not a pushover. When I didn’t listen to her demands, she took it a step further and told Kyle I had ongoing relationships with several other boys (untrue), which he unfortunately believed. I was completely crushed. She then swooped in and took every opportunity to rub it in my face that she “won” him (i.e. inviting him to my birthday parties at home, inviting me out with her only to later reveal I would be thirdwheeling on their date, making him compliment me and then gloating about how she had such a nice boyfriend, etc). This sort of thing happened countless times, not with just boys but with friends and even workplaces! They ended up dating for two years and, although they had a nasty breakup, Kyle and I remained on good terms, which drove her up the wall. She would constantly ask me, “So did you guys hook up behind my back yet?” while claiming to have moved on already.

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The Hybrid Under My Bed [Chapter Three]

Originally posted by apgujeon

WARNING(S): Family abuse in the first few chapters.

Genres: Angsty fluff, Mystery, Fantasy, Adventure

Pairings: Jungkook x Reader

Length: 4.6k words

Sypnosis: You were 7 year old when you met him, Jeon Jungkook, the little boy covered with bruises and dirt hiding under your bed, but little did you know that this encounter would drag you into a new morbid world full of darkness and adventures, but also unexpectedly love. (Not Requested)

BTS Jungkook hybrid!au, fantasy!au

(Third POV)

-> Prologue, Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Three

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Chapter Three

*Present Day*


“(Y/N)!!” Your friend Vee shouted, snapping you back to reality. It was such a shock and so sudden that you bumped your head against the locker you were leaning onto.

You groaned, “Ugh! What the hell, Vee?” 

“I’ve been saying your name for the past ten minutes!” 

You rolled your eyes, “Stop exaggerating! You know as much as me that you would have given up within the first two minutes.”

She thought for a second, “Okay. True. You’re right, but still! Why didn’t you told me that I had a test today, huh?”

Your best friend whined, leaning her head against her locker while staring at you with a pout. “You know how much I suck at chemistry.”

“How could I know?” You raised your shoulders up, “We’re not in the same class.”

“We have the same program. You should have known about it.” She glared at you.

You sighed, “Okay, true, but I thought that you already knew that. And even if you didn’t, Jackson tried to text you about it yesterday, but you were too busy making out with Juan, oh yeah, on MY bed.”

You sent her a glare in return, crossing your arms on your chest. Juan was Vee’s boyfriend for now a year and you could see she was very happy with him, which also made you happy. Vee never had good taste in guys. She only dated assholes, bastards, fuck boys and the list goes on…

At least she was with Juan, who proved to be an excellent guy for her.

But making out on your bed? Not so excellent. You couldn’t help but shudder in disgust at the thought. What if they did it on your bed? You didn’t even wash the sheets.

Ignoring your remark, your best friend tapped her manicured nails on the navy-blue book she was holding nervously, her bluish grey eyes watching the other students around while biting her thin bottom lip, “I’m going to fail…”

“Maybe.”

You laughed when she smacked your arm.

“It’s not funny (Y/N)!”

You shrugged, “Well, if you weren’t busy sticking your mouth with Juan’s yesterday- “

“(Y/N)!!!”

You laughed even more, raising your arms in the air in an innocent posture, “Okay, okay, okay, I get it. You’re nervous. You think you’ll fail. You think you’re dumb, which is not false…” You smiled innocently when she sent you a glare, “… And you think you’ll fail the year. But you’re worrying too much, Vee. It’s just a test. I’m sure you’ll manage to get a decent grade. Alyce will still be proud that you at least tried.”

“Yeah sure, after she’s done beating up my ass that is. Oh God! I’m sorry (Y/N), it slipped!” She quickly added, seeing your body visibly tense at her words.

“It’s okay, Vee. It has been ten years ago anyway.” You shrugged, trying to relax and block away the memories of your childhood.

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Sometimes Salty Tears End in Sweet Kisses~Raph(2014/16) x Chubby Female Reader

One shot: Yes

Request: Yes

Do you think you could do a Raph x Chubby reader? Reader being insecure about her weight and being near Raph (or with him) can sometimes make her feel crappy about her body since she thinks a guy like him would much rather have a beautiful barbie doll type girl? Maybe with her having a rough past (being bullied in all of middle school and such?) Thanks!!

Requester: Anon

Turtle version: Tmnt 2014/2016

Word count: 817

I love writing this stuff soooo much! I’m a big girl myself, and I just love the idea of making others like myself happy through my writing!

Originally posted by alphabetbet


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take off your shoes, come in the room (and baby, let’s try not to argue)

part 2 of i’m in love with a girl i hate (she enjoys, pointing out every bad thing about me) AKA drama club AU part 1 is here!! yeah i know i said that i’d only start writing during the weekend but here i am, several days early,, it’s scary the things validation makes me do

JAKE’S HOUSE, 1455 HOURS, PACING BACK AND FORTH IN FRONT OF THE FRONT DOOR ANXIOUSLY

Jake’s pacing back and forth in front of the front door anxiously- they’ve agreed on meeting today, for the first time, and Amy’s supposed to reach at three in the afternoon.

To say Jake feels nervous would be the understatement of the century. The moment he got home, he took a shower, using all the fancy soaps they had, which means he combined Fresh And Flirty Rose! with (an extremely old) Head To Toes Babies. He also put on some suspicious looking cologne that might’ve been left behind by one of his mom’s exes.

Not that he’s trying to impress Amy, or anything, but if he were to smell bad he wouldn’t be able to blame it on some other dude’s B.O. or the stank-iness of the room in general. And he doesn’t want Amy telling the whole world that he reeks, right?

After his long shower, Jake stretched out on his bed, leaving the door open so he could hear Amy ring the door bell.

But then a thought occurred to him- what if she doesn’t notice the doorbell, and chooses to knock on the door, but he’s too far away to hear? Does their doorbell even work anymore? Do they even have a doorbell?

He raced out of his room to check, (and after conducting five tests) relieved to know it worked, but he still couldn’t quite quell the bundle of nerves that refused to stop making his heart jump.

Perhaps it was best for him to wait at the front door until Amy arrived, the clock and door taking turns to be the subject of Jake’s glares.

This brings us to Jake’s current state- he’s been ambling back and forth for close to ten minutes now, and Amy should be here soon.

Unless she’s late- which Jake doesn’t expect her to be because Amy’s never late, but at the same time, their meeting is unofficial and could be something she doesn’t care about being punctual for, right?

But then- what if she’s early? A possibility that dwindles with each passing second, yet something Jake can’t help but think about because the alternative would be to think about how crazy this arrangement is.

Because it is crazy! Amy’s literally coming over to his (empty) house so they can practice kissing. Why did he think this was a good idea? Why did he suggest this? And why did Amy Santiago, known for her rationality, agree?

At the same time, if Amy doesn’t come soon Jake might just combust, and he can’t pinpoint why. Maybe it’s a combination of fear and uncertainty and unwillingness, like something bad you want to happen quickly so you can get it over and done with, because waiting in anticipation of it feels worse than actually having to do the bad thing.

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For Lack of Prey (DVA/Mercy)


A/N: For an anonymous patron. 8,000 words, explicit, alternating POV. Enjoy!

You can also read this story on AO3.



Despite it all, she was freezing cold.

Not a single breeze blew into the tent. Somewhere above her a dozen jets screamed overhead, returning from an evening patrol. The sound brought to mind vivid images, all thinly connected by memories and sensations. Like standing on the tarmac in weather reaching 47°C. The jet engines and the hot rush of air, somehow even hotter than the sun above her. A cold aluminum can, still sweating in her hand only to blister it minutes later. Just from daring to exist in the open. Her palm had been red for days.

She glanced down at her hand. It was still red. When she wiped it off on her lap it smeared. Again a flood of loosely-connected sensations, her brain splitting and existing in the past and the present at the same time.

She had lost a lot of blood, she knew, and she was dehydrated. The picc in her arm and the fact that she was being fussed over by one of her favorite people hardly registered, though.

“You shouldn’t be up already.” Dr. Ziegler tried to angle her back down so she could rest, but Hana shook her head.

“If I lie down any more I think I might get sick.”

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That one time I was magic.

I worked for four years at Borders Books & Music. During the time I worked there, I got a reputation for being good at finding stuff and recommending books. I was the one the other sellers would come to when a customer had one of those “It had a blue cover” questions. My best dude friend B (who I met working at Borders) likes to tell the story about how he was attempting to help a woman who could only tell him that she wanted a book about this woman who took a vacation from marriage. He was stumped, until (in his words), I suddenly appeared out of nowhere and said “Do you mean ‘A Year by the Sea’ by Joan Anderson?” Which she did.

But that wasn’t my magic moment.

One time, the Columbus newspaper featured a little semi-self-published book about grammar written by a local woman. I know, it seems like an odd trend, but there you go. Fortunately I’d had a heads-up about this feature and had ordered thirty copies of the book to have on hand. I was working at the info desk and for expediency just kept about ten copies right there so when people came up asking for it, I could give it to them.

After awhile of working retail, you get to be able to read people’s faces and what it is they want. There’s a particular expression that says “I’m looking for a thing but I’m pretty sure you’re not going to know what I’m talking about but I’m going to try anyway” and every single person who had come in asking for the grammar book had been wearing this expression.

Around noon, and after having sold a good dozen of those books, I’m standing there and a woman comes walking up wearing the exact expression I just described. I decided to risk it. Before she could even open her mouth to ask for it, I just picked up a copy of the grammar book and handed it to her with a smile, saying “Here you go!”

She stared at it, and then stared at me. “How did you know??” she said.

“Bookseller magic,” I replied.

She wandered off to pay for it, still kind of shocked. I looked around and my co-workers were all staring at me like I’d grown a second head.

And that’s the time I was magic.

anonymous asked:

do you think Lucy loves natsu? i cant really tell with her, but natsu on the other hand i think he does, can you do an analysis on this if you have time, thanks :)

Let me just say two things before I start:

1. Thank you SO MUCH for sending this ask!

2. I’m sorry I’m late with the answer, but I hope you see it nonetheless! ^_^

Edit:

3. I’m  VERY LATE. I know. I’m sorry. I don’t know why I couldn’t post my answer earlier, but with Fairy Tail ending, I had to do it. So here it is, my take on Lucy’s feelings for Natsu. It’s a bit long (and a bit all over the place), but I hope that’ll compensate for its delay.


To me, the best way to define Natsu and Lucy’s relationship is as a solid friendship which has begun to turn into something more. Or as Mashima likes to label it, “more than friends, less than lovers”.

I’ll start with something that I believe is a very important aspect of their relationship.

Before Lucy and Natsu met each other, they were only close to people from their respective families (in Natsu’s case that’s the guild, in Lucy’s case I consider the servants in the Heartfilia mansion a part of the family). Natsu had spent 10 years in the guild, going on missions and meeting new people, but it wasn’t until he met Lucy that he made a friend outside of the guild. As for Lucy, Natsu is also the first friend she’s made that isn’t somehow connected to the Heartfilia business and house. So I’d like to think of them becoming friends as coming out of their respective shells and I consider it something very special and important. It’s a turning point for both of them. And if either of them didn’t feel they could trust the other, this wouldn’t have happened.

Lucy’s childhood. Lucy grew up with a loving mother by her side with whom she shared a deep and strong connection. If Layla hadn’t died just before her daughter was of the age when kids start to get curious about love, Lucy would’ve had someone to guide and help her understand the complicated feeling that love is, while also letting her make her own mistakes so she could learn from them. Unfortunately, Lucy was left to grow up with an emotionally-distant father. Yes, she had servants who loved and cherished her deeply as shown at the end of the Phantom Lord arc, and she also had Aquarius. But, after all, the bond she shares with them would never replace the bond she shared with her mother. On top of everything, Lucy didn’t have any friends around her age. She had no one to talk to about love. So, naturally, I imagine she learned about it from books (it’s canon she loves books) and magazines (she was a Sorcerer Weekly reader.

This is where things clash. On one hand, books usually represent love as pure, romantic, all-consuming, eternal. On the other hand, magazines tend to go for “what sells best”, which, yes, is very similar to the image love has in books, but more often than not, is beauty and sex appeal.

Lucy’s first months in Fairy Tail. Lucy keeps the idea of pure love in her heart. We see that in episode 50 when Mirajane suggests Natsu has feelings for Lucy. The Celestial Mage then starts to imagine a fairy-tale-like scenario where they’re in love, their eyes sparkle when they look at each other and Natsu is the perfect gentleman.

The first time we see Lucy, though, back in episode 1, she’s trying to use her sex appeal to get a discount at a Magic Item Store. The girl’s way of connecting to people her age was through Sorcerer Weekly. It’s the cool magazine with cool mages (many of them her age) giving cool interviews and having cool photo shoots. It’s trendy. It’s cool. Lucy’s influenced by it whether she realizes it or not. The way she sees love is also influenced by it.

Long story short: Lucy’s idea of love is a mix between what she’s read in books and what she’s seen in magazines. She has never experienced it first-hand. She doesn’t really know what real love is like, with all its ups and downs. Realizing the true essence of her feelings for Natsu, or any other possible love interest really, would take time.

Joining Fairy Tail has undoubtedly changed Lucy’s life. She went from being uptight, often irritated by Natsu and Gray’s antics, to a more chill and calm person. She grew up in an isolated household with no friends her age and almost no one to talk to. As the sole heir to a huge conglomerate, she grew up having to behave, follow some strict rules and basically be a good girl.

In contrast, Fairy Tail lets Lucy be who she actually is. It sets her free. Her guildmates are loud, often act immature, sometimes destroy whole buildings (*cough* Natsu *cough*), but they are true to their heart. As someone who never had the freedom to truly be herself, enjoy youth and go on adventures, Lucy needed some time to get used to her new life. It’s what she wanted and needed, but such drastic changes always take time to get used to. That’s why I believe the first few months the thought of love rarely, if ever, crossed Lucy’s mind.

Lucy and Natsu’s relationship. Natsu has always had a huge impact on Lucy. The moment they met was marked by Natsu’s breaking the Charm spell that had Lucy under the fake Salamander’s influence, which implies Natsu is the one who’s gonna help her break free from her old life. This fateful encounter is celebrated in a later episode, because it is important to both characters. Although at that point in the series I think neither of them thought of the other as a love interest, their friendship had become very important to their development as individuals and I’ve always believed that people in a healthy relationship should be able to retain their individual identities while building their relationship.

We often see Lucy irritated by Natsu and his antics during her first month or two in the guild. It’s usually used for comic relief (Lucy violently kicking Natsu in the face when he breaks in her apartment for example), but it gradually disappears with time to the point where she accepts him for who he is, with all his flaws and the annoying habit of destroying buildings (that cost a lot to repair). That by itself is not enough to show Lucy’s in love with Natsu, but it is proof that their relationship is changing.

The realization that you’re in love with someone usually takes some time. It’s the little things that add up and mark this whole process as “falling in love”. Things like Lucy shouting Natsu’s name when jumping off the tower in the Phantom Lord arc, her comment on how cute he looks when he sleeps after they returned from Edolas, even her getting all nervous about a possible date with him (ep.50) show that although they are still at the friendship stage, Lucy’s starting to acknowledge her growing feelings for him and to consider him as a love interest.

The Tenrou arc showed that both Lucy and Natsu see each other as “more than friends, less than lovers”. By that time, Lucy’s already realized her guildmates are incredibly strong, has received some decent character development (mostly in the form of her bonding with her Celestial Spirits, helping Cana in the S-Class exam and emphasizing FT’s favorite nakama power theme) and is doing her best to become even stronger and confidently stand next to powerful mages such as Erza. Even though they start off as “enemies”, Natsu and Lucy reform Original Team Natsu halfway through the arc to defeat one of the real villains. The fight shows just how far their friendship has come. Although it wasn’t labeled as such, I consider Lucy’s fire attacks a unison raid with Natsu.

When it comes to Lucy’s feelings for Natsu as shown in this arc, it all starts with Lucy refusing to leave Natsu to fight Kain Hikaru alone. It’s mostly her character development and kind nature speaking here, but the fact that she’s in a life-threatening situation (her skull is about to get crushed!) and still doesn’t want to leave her friend alone that subtly hints at something more.

The fight against Hades and Lucy’s actions when all hope was lost hint even more at the Celestial Mage’s changing feelings. In a dire and hopeless situation, she’s tightly hugging Natsu. It’s a moment where she’s vulnerable, afraid, weak and it is Natsu’s presence right beside her that helps her go through it. Running after and recovering the Dragon Slayer’s most precious possession, the scarf from Igneel, further emphasizes how important Natsu has become to Lucy.

After the 7-year time skip it looks like it’s mostly Natsu’s time to acknowledge his growing feelings for his blonde friend. But he’s not the only one who has some acknowledgement to do. Lucy’s character undergoes even more development and that includes the feelings she has for the Dragon Slayer. The GMG arc was very important for Lucy, because she was doing her best in her fights, but kept losing because her enemies used underhanded tactics. During those times, Natsu was there for her. She could rely on him to help her move on and shake off the frustration of such unfair losses. At this point of their relationship, it’s clear that Lucy trusts and relies on Natsu (especially evident in the f!Lucy’s scenes), cares about and believes in him (the hospital scene before his fight against Sting and Rogue) and is grateful to him (the sweet back hug at the end of the arc).

While we’re on it, the back hug is very special to Natsu and Lucy. In the earlier arcs, Lucy does that to try and stop Natsu from doing something reckless (the first time she did it was in the Lullaby arc to stop him from hurting himself; she also did it in the Edolas arc to stop him from blowing up their cover). The end of the GMG arc is the first time she hugs him like that to simply show gratitude. She’s thankful this is over. She’s thankful everybody seems to be alright. She’s thankful f!Lucy found happiness in the afterlife. She’s thankful to Natsu.

The Tartaros arc was a painful experience for everybody in the Fairy Tail guild. It was an arc in which many people lost someone important to them. When it was all over and it was time to face the future, it turned out Natsu’s approach to things was different from Lucy’s. In order to not lose anyone else anymore, the Dragon Slayer left the town to train and become stronger. Lucy, on the other hand, while not explicitly stating it, wanted to once again feel safe at the guild and rebuild what was destroyed during the Tartaros conflict. It’s when Natsu was gone, not just the fear of losing him, he was actually gone, when she realized exactly how much he means to her.

I consider the year before the Alvarez War a year meant for healing, coming to terms with yourself, acknowledging your strengths and weaknesses and (possibly) working on improving. During that time, Lucy worked hard as a reporter, trained even harder and got on a whole new level with her star dresses and tried to deal with her loneliness by keeping track of where her guildmates were and what they were up to. While she and Natsu never really talked about his sudden disappearance, I think the tension between them was somewhat resolved throughout the last arc.

After Fairy Tail had once again become a guild, we all noticed how Mashima started using some old elements (like Natsu infiltrating Lucy’s apartment; Lucy getting angry at him; Lucy Kick) with some changes in them. It was attributed to him trying to convey the feeling that everything’s how it was in the beginning (with some small changes here and there), but I also believe it was a necessary process Natsu and especially Lucy had to go through to rekindle their relationship.

During the war, Lucy had to face the fear of losing Natsu, but this time the difference was she was not quite helpless. Albeit indirectly, she first helped Natsu by being kind to Brandish, which made the Spriggan reduce the size of his tumor, thus saving him. When later she enlarged it and Natsu’s life was threatened again, Lucy fought fiercely to protect him. She will keep relying on him, and he on her, but what makes things different is that now they are equal. More importantly, Lucy considers them equal. Yes, she might not (yet) be as powerful as he is, but she proudly stands and fights next to him – a change in her attitude that started back on Tenrou island and that is very important for a healthy relationship between those two.

I want to end this post with a recent panel of Lucy that brought a couple of happy tears in my eyes.

Lucy’s heard what other people said: Natsu is END, Natsu is a monster. But she sees through this and realizes that he’s not defined by that. He’s a normal boy. He’s the Natsu that brought her to Fairy Tail; the Natsu she went on so many adventures with; the Natsu who can’t handle vehicles; the Natsu who has a tendency of destroying buildings; the Natsu who often breaks in her apartment; the Natsu who is loud, energetic, and supportive of his friends; the Natsu who’s always been there for her; the Natsu who left her for a year; the Natsu who helped her reform Fairy Tail; the Natsu who spent the last few hours before the war goofing around with her and Happy; the Natsu who will always support and help her; the Natsu she fell in love with.


anonymous asked:

How are you doing? I love your hcs about the s/o with prosthetic limbs. And I was wondering if you could do the same for Hanzo, Reaper, Sombra and Widowmaker! (I'm a different anon)

No worries and yes!

Hanzo

  • Hanzo had asked you the spring before you lost your limbs if you would marry him. The two of you had been rather excited-you had already made the plans for the following fall, a dress picked out and everything.
  • But then that summer the accident happened and the wedding had to be put on hold
  • To Hanzo, it didn’t matter how long you waited before the wedding as long as you would be okay.
  • He tried as hard as he could to show you that despite your physical changes, his feelings had not changed.
  • But for you, this was a loss. You didn’t feel like there was any way that he could truly want to marry you now that you were like this. After all, Hanzo showed a slight aversion or Omnics…and now you were only half human.
  • As you struggled to get used to your prosthetic limbs, you distanced yourself from Hanzo. It was like you were preparing for the worst, for him to call everything off.
  • And yet…you’d never felt more alone in your life. There was no one that could comfort you, and no one that you wanted more then him.
  • One day he was sick of playing the avoidance game. Hanzo had stormed up the steps of your house, shoved open the door…only to find you crying on the stairs. One of your prosthetic feet had fallen off and you were so tired, just tired of being this person and tired of pretending it didn’t matter and tired of feeling broken, physically and mentally.
  • After a moment of silence, Hanzo had slowly gone and crouched in front of you, picking up your prosthetic foot.
  • “Do not cry, beloved. Your tears make my heart ache,” Hanzo had said quietly, gently re-attaching your foot.
  • Looking away, you’d found it hard to face him after your behavior. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, for all of this. For treating you like that and for…for pushing you away and becoming this burden…” you whispered.
  • Hanzo had scowled instantly and picked you up like the bride you were, carrying you to the couch to sit with him.
  • “Beloved, a burden is a load that is heavy or difficult to bear. You are a gift i cherish every moment, and even with these prosthetic limbs, you are my only delight in this world,” Hanzo said gravely, ever the serious one.
  • Sniffling, you wondered if he really meant that.
  • “Now, no more avoiding me. We have a wedding to plan, y/n, and the sooner the better. I tire of living in a separate home from you,” he said seriously.
  • With half sob half laugh, the two of you sat there, snuggled for the first time in awhile, planned out the remaining details of your wedding as you realized there was no chance of him backing out.

Reaper

  • Despite having become Reaper, your relationship had survived when he had died and changed. Although you didn’t agree with his choices, you couldn’t leave him as you loved him more then anything
  • So when the accident occurred and you ended up having to have your limbs amputated… You grew silent. Cut yourself off, despite getting prosthetic limbs.
  • The event had traumatized you a bit, to be honest, and you felt like a monster for how you looked.
  • Reaper, despite having to lead Talon, was with you most of the time. He didn’t mean to but his worry came out as anger, especially when the doctors said they’d be amputating your limbs
  • This was just another sign to you that Reaper would not love you, not want you, when the deed was said and done. You thought he’d finally throw you out like trash.
  • Honestly though, few things scared a man like him, but your silence did.
  • One day he was sitting next to you, and after a moment you felt a cold hand touch your shoulder gently. In the corner of your eye you saw that Reaper had removed his glove and was watching you seriously.
  • “Y/n..” he rasped. “I’m begging you. Please talk. Say anything. Please.”
  • Turning your face away slowly, you took a shuddering breath. “You should probably go,” you whispered. “You don’t want me like this. I’ll only hold you back.”
  • Reaper leapt to his feet, hands moving to make you look at him. Lifting away his mask, he stared at you in shock and anger and sadness.
  • “Don’t ever say such a thing. I don’t care about your prosthetic limbs, y/n. I care about you,” he said seriously.
  • “But how can you want me when I’m like this?” you challenged, tears stinging your eyes. How could you cry before a man who felt so little emotion half the time?
  • Shaking his head, Reaper moved to sit on the edge of the bed. His expression was open, full of remorse and love and protectiveness. “You don’t understand. y/n, your the only person who makes me feel alive, the only person who makes my heart beat. Prosthetics or no, that isn’t going to change.”
  • For a moment you could only stare, before you let out a soft noise and were surrounded in his arms again, as he held you protectively. You wondered if that was true, but that was more expression you’d seen on his face in a very long time.
  • Reaper helped you grow more comfortable with your limbs, and killed anyone who dared to comment on them.

Sombra

  • She fell in love with you after the accident that led to you getting prosthetics
  • You’ve had prosthetic limbs now for almost a year and have grown quite used to them. The only thing that bothered you was you never felt pretty with them. People seemed to avoid you, other then those you already knew
  • So when Sombra ended up facing you time and time again during missions, even when they were failures, she couldn’t help growing to admire you and even formed a bit of a crush
  • It sucked because Widowmaker made fun of her for liking you, but Sombra got fed up with it at one point and totally broke Widowmakers sniper.
  • That is how Sombra ended up coming to you and Overwatch, seeking protection. Protection of course was her being in a isolated room with bars.
  • Lucky for her, you ended up being her guard and Sombra couldn’t stop herself from flirting with you from day one. Half the time you wondered if she was joking, but Sombra was funny and kind of cute when she was maniacal.
  • One day you two were sitting back to back in the room, as at this point you trusted her. The two of you were playing gold fish, and she’d just won.
  • “Hey chica, want to make the next round interesting?” Sombra said with a wink. “Winner gets a kiss!” That way Sombra could get one no matter what
  • With a roll of your eyes, you started shuffling the deck. “You shouldn’t joke about stuff like that. You’ll make me think i have a shot,” you said, half bitter and then blinked when you realized what you said. You had a bit of a crush on her too, but you didn’t think she’d go for it.
  • “Of course you do. I’m not kidding.I’ll throw myself into your arms now if you want,” Sombra purred, glancing over her shoulder at you. It made you incredulous. Was she kidding?
  • “But why…?” You asked with a frown, turning to look at her.
  • “Because for one, your smoking hot. No joke,” Sombra said, twirling a purple strand around her finger as she looked at the wall across from her. “And for another…i admire your strength. I wish i was as strong as you. You don’t let your limbs stop you and you continue living life like its nothing.”
  • After a moment she turned and smiled almost shyly at you. You’d never really thought of it that way before.
  • Sombra really was kind of cute, you decided, and thought maybe it would work out…maybe she did like you. So, against the better judgement of your superiors, you ended up freeing Sombra and dating her all within the same day. Now you both have a very complicated life when it comes to work, but at the end of the day you know she’ll always be your girl

Widowmaker

  • For her its a bit more complicated
  • At the beginning of your relationship, it really wasn’t about love. Widowmaker hadn’t really felt emotion in a long time, so more or less you were a bit of a plaything, a fling
  • But slowly, the more time you two spent together, she felt herself slowly growing attached
  • In a scary way, it was like her emotions had returned to her, but dulled down.
  • So that moment when after two years of your odd relationship you ended up in an accident, Widowmaker was stunned by the overwhelming sense of panic and worry that consumed her at the thought that she might have lost you.
  • Amelie had joined you in the hospital and sat with you while you went through a series of tests and procedures. All the while she managed to keep her composure.
  • When you woke up to find your limbs amputated and replaced by prosthetics, you thought it was the end. You knew how your relationship had started. Widowmaker had loved pretty things to amuse her. But now…you weren’t even that.
  • So when you saw Widowmaker walk in, holding a tray of coffee and a beignet, you turned away. She was probably here to just cut it off. You didn’t realize she’d been sitting with you for eight whole days, worrying over you.
  • “You’re awake,” she had said slowly.
  • “Yes. Don’t worry, i can imagine what your going to say. It was fun while it lasted, right?” you whispered, not looking at her.
  • For a moment, she had not responded..before stalking over and grabbing your limb. Lifting it, Widowmaker had stared at you and in turn, you were shocked to see angry tears in your eyes.
  • “‘It was fun while it lasted’? Are you joking?” She snarled, her french accent thicker then usual. “Ma Cherie, i was so worried! How dare you, after i spent eight days worrying endlessly in the hospital with you, try and dismiss me like this. I have been so scared! How could you be so foolish?”
  • For a moment you gawked, because honestly her tears were more shocking then the prosthetic limbs you’d woken up with.
  • “B-but…but you…don’t like ugly things…” you said, not understanding.
  • “There is nothing ugly i can see in this room, ma cherie, and certainly not you! I do not care if you have prosthetic limbs or real ones, because it is the you who has captured my heart, not your body,” Widowmaker said, breathing hard. For a moment the two of you could only stare at each other, before Widowmaker pressed the most gentle of kisses to your lips.
  • “I am not leaving,” she says quietly, as if to reaffirm that. “I am not leaving now, nor will i ever. My dove, you have ensnared me in your web. I will never be able to leave, as I love you too much now.”
  • It stunned you, to hear that from her. All this time you wondered if she had ever grown to care for you at all. To know that she loved you…that you had brought life back into the dead heart of widowmaker…it was astonishing.
  • “I…I love you too,” you whispered, holding onto her as though without her, your heart might break.
A Blind Path Home, part 7

Steve Rogers x Reader

A/N: I obviously took some liberties with the storyline, but I tried keeping it as true as possible to the canon history. No beta used this time around, so excuse my mistakes.
Summary: It started with a blind date. A date you had skipped out on, but fate had led you right to the man you stood up. Steve Rogers, a man small in stature but big in heart. A chance meeting set everything in motion, but decades later when he is unfrozen, he has been told you have died. But when a mission to retrieve Hydra plans turned up some interesting information, Steve’s left to wonder whether you are still alive. Or is this all just false hope?Masterlist

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You’re Hot

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This directly follows “Staffing Issues” 


 "Hey Maman, Papa,“ Marinette waved as she trudged through the bakery.

"Good gracious, what happened to you?” her mother demanded.  The few customers joined her parents to gawk at her.

Ugh.  "Akuma,“ she said with a sigh.  God she wanted a nap.  "I guess I’ll be like this until Ladybug and Chat Noir take care of it.”  She shrugged.  "It’s not… bad, is it?“  She hadn’t had a chance to look in a mirror.  Maybe she was so tired because she was ancient.

"Nooooo.”  Her mother said hesitantly.  "Just different.“

"Would it be all right if I take a few photos?” her father asked.  "I’m curious how accurate this is.“

Marinette shrugged.  "Sure.”  She half wanted to assemble a photo album of all the odd things that had been done to her in nearly five years of superhero work.  "But if it’s super embarrassing, please don’t share it.“

Her father pulled out his cell phone and snapped a few photos, one with her mother.  Then she was released to drag herself up the steps to her room.  She toed off her shoes and crawled into her bunk.  "You doing okay Tikki?”

“Yup.”  The little red being floated into Marinette’s view, landing on her pillow.  "All charged and ready when the Chronologer shows back up.“

"Great,” Marinette mumbled.  "Wake me if she turns back up.“  She set her phone on the shelf her kwami liked to use when she had to keep an eye on the news and the Ladyblog.  


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Chapter 91 Thoughts.

aka IS THIS ATTACK ON TITAN?!?!

The moment I clicked the new chapter was the moment I had the very same thoughts. I even double checked the titles. Then the penny dropped to my mind.

So Isayama decided to make another time-skip and also a change of character views as well.

It has been almost 80 years after this:

Almost 40 years after this:

Almost 30 years after this:

Almost 20 years after this:

9 years after this:

4 years after this and other events from the first chapter of manga:

And 3 years after this:

And we are at the year 854 now.

Cool.

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A Return to Love: The Rebirth of BatCat.

It all started off in the most inauspicious way:

This final cell at the end of Batman # 9 marked the introduction of Catwoman to Rebirth. To say it was controversial would be the understatement of the year. However, little did we all know that this was the beginning of something major for the Bat and Cat relationship.

From the get go, it was clear that this version of BatCat was not the one we saw in New 52. There was something more, deeper, like there was prior to Final Crisis:

No matter what she said, Batman refused to believe she murdered all those people. He would do whatever it took to prove Catwoman was innocent. Whenever they spoke, it was clear that the feelings for each other were still there.

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Dying Embers- A Nessian Fic

Written for an anon from the angst prompt list I reblogged. I’m just trying to rattle through all these to get me writing so this wasn’t planned or beta read I just kind of…threw it at a screen and now it’s here. But I hope you like it. 

Title: Dying Embers

Summary: Prompt: ‘Remember when you promised we’d always be together? Because I remember when I thought you meant it.” ACOWAR, after the War but still early in their relationship, the pressures of Nesta’s transformation cripple her relationship with Cassian. 

Teaser:  There’s nothing to stop him as he strides past her, yanks open the door, and vanishes out into the swirling snow beyond. Nothing but her. And she says nothing, the words sticking in her tight throat. When she opens the bond to reach him, to try and communicate with him through that no matter how much it will hurt to feel his anger and anguish, she finds that she can’t reach him. He’s shut her out from his side and no amount of screaming and hammering on it will convince him to yield to her.

Link: AO3 

“Remember when you promised we’d always be together? Because I remember when I thought you meant it.” Cassian’s voice is cold and hard as he bites those words out, seconds before she’s stepped through the door from outside. His words sting far more than the sudden flare of heat contrasted with the frozen chill outside their house. 

On the word ‘promise’ the bond between them burns, almost angrily, inside her chest, reminding her of that promise. She opens her mouth to tell him that she has no idea what he’s talking about and then…The letter he’d been holding when she walked in drops to the table and she understands. She understands the words, the venom in them. She understands the way that he’s looking at her, those hazel eyes of his usually so soft and tender now hard and cold and dark, chips of stone in his face. 

The instinct she expects to come, the rising fury she anticipates to come to her aid, to demand to know what he was doing reading her personal letters in the first place, berate him on that, start an argument that has them screaming two different accusations at one another, never listening, never responding to the other- doesn’t come. It doesn’t even threaten. It’s…Gone. 

That anger she had clung to like a crutch all those years in the cottage after her mother’s death is no more. The rage that had dragged her through this transformation a year ago and the war that followed is just…gone. Like a candle snuffed out by a thoughtless breath. It had been the only thing to still give her light, the only thing to keep her going and now… 

The war, the second war, had ended four months ago. She and Cassian had accepted the mating bond during it. It had been then she had made her promise, the eve of the first battle they had both taken part in, that they would always be together. No matter what this war through at them, no matter what they had to endure they would endure it together, and never be parted. She hadn’t even made it a year without ruining this for them. 

The anger still won’t come, the indignation, the desire to spit in his face and tell him what an idiot he is to ever think that but…But it won’t come. Without it she feels lost. She had hated it in the cottage, this one wild part of her that no matter how she had tried she had never been able to tame. Her will had kept her alive all those years, pulled her through her grief at losing her mother, at losing everything, had helped her resist High Lord’s magic and King’s decrees and the Making that had broken her instead had not been enough to control that fire. She had wanted it leashed, had wanted to be able to command it and have it obey her and it had refused. At every turn it had refused. 

She had never thought that she might some day miss it. She had never truly considered what might happen if she’d been able to control it, smother it, silence it. She knows now. The silence that echoes through the hollows of her desolate self tells her well enough what that anger was keeping her from becoming. An empty shell, a ghost trapped in this new body, still breathing, still living but…Dead to all other purposes. 

She has never felt so lost, so utterly adrift and alone. There have been times she should have felt like this, times she should have and none of them look like this, settled in a home she owns with her mate, with the man she loves more than any other; more than she’d ever thought possible. She should be happy here, they have peace, they have a beautiful home, they have each other. She should be happy and yet….

Cassian waits, staring at her, with an odd expression on his face she can’t quite read. Not desperation or hope or grief just…Sadness. Shifting into resignation. He shakes his head, finally dropping her gaze, and somehow that hurts more than the cutting words and the burning stare, that absence of anything, and she has an inkling of how he feels. 

His wings flare slightly behind him in a movement that she’s learned to interpret. She had been surprised at how much of the Illyrian’s body language was connected to their wings, though she supposed she shouldn’t have been, it had been something she’d forced herself to learn to help her read him and understand him. What he feels now…is trapped. He wants to get out, to fly, away from this, away from her. He can’t. Not yet. His wings aren’t strong enough for that but…

There’s nothing to stop him as he strides past her, yanks open the door, and vanishes out into the swirling snow beyond. Nothing but her. And she says nothing, the words sticking in her tight throat. When she opens the bond to reach him, to try and communicate with him through that no matter how much it will hurt to feel his anger and anguish, she finds that she can’t reach him. He’s shut her out from his side and no amount of screaming and hammering on it will convince him to yield to her. 

Nesta slides down the wall at her back, crumpling into a small heap on the floor, unable to summon even the energy to weep. 

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anonymous asked:

hi can you share some andreil/renison/foxes hc's about them studying? midterms are coming for me and i need motivation from the foxes ;-;;; thanks!!!

good luck for midterms!

  • allison studies best at her desk in the suite, and has to lock her phone in her drawer so she can’t be distracted by it. she takes renee out for ice cream as a treat for them (mostly allison tbh) once she’s got through what she needs to for the day
  • renee is the kinda girl who would have a studyblr if she had time for it. her notes are SO. GODDAMN. PRETTY. and she has little checklists and stuff for everything? that she actually uses? the whole time too, she doesn’t get halfway through the give up? fucking amazing. anyway she studies in their suite too, mostly so she’s ready at all times for allison’s study break sweets. also it means they can coordinate their makeouts for maximum study effectiveness
  • dan is like. the Queen of studying. she makes those notes and exercises her bitch. she goes to the library quite a bit but also quite likes hanging out in the foxhole court lounge when it’s empty (wymack sometimes sticks his head out and makes her coffee the way she likes, because they know each other pretty well after all these years). she isn’t the world’s best student but she smashes those tests into submission because no one is gonna stand in her way including a bad grade
  • matt is pretty chill about studying. he keeps up with his coursework really well during the term, so it’s just a matter of rereading and making study notes and answering practice questions to make sure he’ll be able to do okay. he knows that he’s going pro so he figures out exactly what he needs to do to pass and makes sure he can do exactly that and no more. dan bans him from the girl’s room beforehand, but she can’t ban him from the court so sometimes he shows up to annoy her there
  • aaron goes to the library and studies like the straight a student he is. he knows his shit already but he does get stressed enough over it all that he probably can’t sleep. katelyn is no help because she’s the same, but at least aaron has company while he’s awake at 3am squinting at a page of text. they crash in katelyn’s room once they’re done and sleep like the dead for hours
  • neil is a notoriously shitty student, so unsurprisingly he’s a disaster just before midterms or finals. he pretends to be really chill but he is Panicking. he’s terrible as asking for help, but he does so when andrew reminds him that he needs to pass or he’ll get kicked off the team (with his typical tact, ofc). that reminder also means he studies without breaks for hours, so andrew takes it on himself to distract him long enough to eat and probably kiss a little bit
  • andrew? study? yeah right lmfao. anything he hasn’t absorbed from the lecturers or his tutors talking he doesn’t know because he’s never done a reading in his life. his test papers are a mixture of perfectly answered questions and blank spaces. his eidetic memory isn’t common knowledge so most of the foxes assume he goes somewhere else to study. jokes on them he’s up on the roof sending neil one-to-three-word texts and smoking
  • kevin is such a nerd that he probably secretly likes studying. he goes over a lot of readings and delights in getting good grades. his highlighter is his best friend. he probably studies sat in the court because it’s combining his two true loves - history and exy. wymack probably makes him coffee too, but neither of them talk about it
  • nicky just. represses the fact that he needs to study until like a few days before, and then he spends every spare minute obsessively trying to learn everything for the course while crying. once he’s finished he sleeps for twenty-four hours. no one knows how he’s passing. no one knows how he’s still alive. not even him