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I got asked for clarification on this (but can’t reblog that particular post cuz on mobile), which I’m more than happy to provide.
In this post, a faerie is asking for ‘your’ name. The way he is wording it, however, and the accompanying beckoning motion, makes it seem as though he is asking for you to physically hand your name over. Which, because of how some faeries operate, he is.
In this instance, saying your name aloud to the fae would be literally giving your name over to him, the exact consequences of which are left up to the imagination–usually, a fae even knowing your name gives it some measure of power over you, but giving something your name would likely let it completely take over your life.
In this instance, the wording you want to use is something like “I will not give you my name, but I will tell you that it’s [name].” Alternately, you can just lie to him.
Might i suggest the less direct yet still name-preserving “you may call me…”? It dodges the request while still giving an answer of a name, which does not even have to be yours, but any name you feel like telling the fae they can use to refer to you. I would recommend “Ainsel”.
The first time he asks for your name is the first time you meet him. He appears as you walk by the færie ring, that you have not entered because your grandmother has repeated so many times not to do so, and, curious of your presence, watches as you jump when you notice him.
You recognize him instantly. It is the Fæ whose influence your village is under, the one the elders have told you and your friends to be wary about, for the people who have been seen walking away with him have never come back.
You don’t know what he does to them. The villagers have never dared to confront him about it, never dare to address to him at all. He is not evil: he sometimes speaks blessings upon the cattle, talks the horses to calm after a storm, ensures a good harvest for the farmers, makes the flower bloom in spring even when the weather is still too cold. He is, simply, a Fæ, whose ways humans cannot understand.
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I happened to read a comment about Good Omens whose content was: “they kissed, why are you all insist on analyzing every single contact between them?” Well, as a fan of period dramas, I'm used at finding swoon-worthy every slight, imperceptible touch between my favorite couples, so here's a collection of moments of physical contact between Aziraphale and Crowley because… why not?
«Where are you?»
«I’m here… I’m here.»
Crowley, high of laudanum, instinctively looks around and calls for Aziraphale, who grabs him and holds him firmly with an arm around his waist. Crowley, who has been jumping back and forth a moment before, suddenly relaxes a bit and briefly leans against him.
1941. Casually touching hands - this is exactly the period drama kind of romance. Aziraphale's fingers brush against Crowley's for only a few seconds, yet the scene manages to be really sensual precisely because the contact is so light and unexpected.
1941. Aziraphale is having the best day ever. First, Crowley spontaneously rescued his books, without him having to ask, which led Aziraphale to realize that maybe he has feelings for Crowley and maybe those feelings are very much reciprocated. And that's not all: Crowley is supporting him in his special interest in magic tricks, without making fun of him or belittling him. Aziraphale is over the moon. Look at the gif above: Aziraphale doesn't just shake Crowley's hand, he clings to it, happily, with both of his hands. Let’s ignore the Sword of Damocles in the background.
This time it is Crowley who initiates… the contact. Whatever this is, Aziraphale doesn’t seem to mind it at all.
Let l’s be honest. Aziraphale is so far from being bothered and is so focused on Crowley's eyes and lips that he seems kind of annoyed when Sister Mary Loquacious cockblocks interrupts them.
«You can stay at my place, if you like.»
«I don't think my side would like that.»
«You don't have a side anymore. Neither of us do. We're on our own side.»
This scene is very sweet and underrated. Crowley offers Aziraphale to spend the night in his flat, as the bookshop has burned down. He also kindly points out to Aziraphale how they are now “a group of just the two of them”. Crowley's voice is very soft. And then they drink from the same bottle of wine, exchanging a so-called “indirect kiss”. The concept of sharing a glass or a bottle with a lover as an intimate act, placing lips on the same spot, appears in writings on romance since ancient times.
They had a very difficult day and anyway they like holding hands no matter what.
The iconic Pride&Prejudice's cinematic hand flex™ (Crowley’s version). It may seem trivial, but to think that Crowley is flexing his hand to hold onto the sensation of an unexpected skin-to-skin contact with Aziraphale adds flavor to the scene.
Aziraphale sees Crowley in that black turtleneck and decides that touching the Thin Dark Duke might be an excellent idea. Honestly, who can blame him? I know you've all already seen the gif above: Aziraphale stops Crowley placing his hand on his chest (and stroking him a bit) and Crowley immediately hyperfocuses on him.
Aziraphale senses love in the air and feels the need to physically reach out for Crowley. Exhibit A. They are walking towards the former hospital of the Chattering Nuns: Aziraphale senses the love that surrounds Tadfield, so he puts one hand to his heart and extends the other towards Crowley.
Exhibit B. Aziraphale senses the love between Beelzebub and Gabriel and immediately grasps Crowley's shoulder, again as if he feels the physical need to lean on him. For the first time Aziraphale is seeing an angel and a demon openly declare to be in love, without changing their nature. Of course he instinctively reaches out to Crowley.
Why don't you sit directly on his lap, uh Crowley? I don't think Aziraphale would mind.
Aziraphale is all giddy and excited because he's finally going to live out his regency-style fantasies. This is his peak romance moment. Aziraphale isn't listening to a word Crowley is saying because he's working up the courage to ask him to dance. And, when he finally asks him, his whole face lights up. He literally drags Crowley towards the middle of the dance, with the proud look of someone who knows to have the best date ever.
This intertwining of fingers would make Jane Austen blush.
Yes, this deserves a close-up and freeze frame. The way Crowley's hand locks with Aziraphale's is a dream for any period dramas lover.
And of course the Big Damn Kiss.
The setting is perfect - the beloved bookshop - the camera goes wild, the music in crescendo. The music is very reminiscent of the one heard in the beginning, when Crowley created the stars. They are at the center of their universe and everything is spinning around them. This kiss is very anticipated from a big part of the audience. However this isn’t the “one fabulous kiss” we expected, because because the circumstances are the worst possible. But for once I don't want to talk about the heartbreak of the last 15 minutes, but focus on what someone might miss. Despite all his fears, confusion, anger, desire, internalized guilt and shame and repressed emotions, just for a moment Aziraphale abandons himself to the kiss.
Yes, I did a close up when I wrote a meta about the kiss, I kept it and now I'm reusing it. I’m perfectly normal about this, thank you for asking.
“Do that again, please right now”.
Aziraphale may not have said it, but that's how he feels. It's true that if he ever dared to fantasize about a kiss, this is certainly not how he envisioned it. Nevertheless, it’s them: it’s him and it’s Crowley. Who share an intimate contact. Aziraphale places both hands on Crowley’s back, stands on tiptoe, leans into him. Aziraphale doesn’t push him away and it’s not even him who breaks the kiss, it’s Crowley.
And afterwards, Aziraphale doesn't just raise a hand to own his lips, he presses it against them, to imprint the memory of the kiss. Before reminding himself that he shouldn't have such un-angelic feelings. But for a brief moment he has allowed himself to fee, hugging Crowley, holding on to him. He was starving and he didn’t even know. Just like with the ox ribs.
If they kiss again in season 3 (and I really hope so), I think Aziraphale should be the one to initiate it this time. For Aziraphale, taking the initiative would mean freeing himself once and for all from the guilt that still comes from the teachings of Heaven, choosing who to love and how.
And for Crowley… Aziraphale being the one to initiate a kiss would mean finally understanding that he is lovable and that he must not be afraid of being unworthy of loving and being loved as he loves and is loved by Aziraphale.
(aka why this character is imprinted into our souls, as in Aziraphale’s as well)
I was thinking about Anthony J. Crowley, as people do, wondering why I became so fond of a demon snake in sunglasses from a fantasy comedy. Yes, he’s a cool demon snake in sunglasses shaped as David Tennant, and that’s might be enough, but other than that… how could this happen? What charm does this character exude that attracts so many of us? (Yes, Aziraphale, I'm talking to you too.) There's not a right answer - people relate to fictional characters for multiple reasons. But I want to talk about the undeniable aura of romanticism that Crowley embodies and that, more or less consciously, many of us perceive.
First of all, when I talk about romanticism, I don't mean the term in a sappy, cheesy kind of way. l’m referring to the magnetism of those larger-than-life characters, who are capable of great feelings, actions and passions, often misunderstood and with a sense of self-loathing, but kind-hearted and willing to perform acts of self-sacrifice. Is it really possible for our demon snake to have some traits of the romantic hero archetype? Let’s see.
Troubled past. Since romanticism and tragedy are usually connected in fiction, it isn’t uncommon for romantic characters to have a tragic past. Crowley was once a powerful angel, a star maker, but he was also naïve, childish and a little bit silly. We see him admiring the stars, giggling and wrinkling his nose. He was innocent. He was sure he was loved by God. Then he dared to ask some questions and Heaven rejected him, cast him away from his stars and gave him eyes like those of a snake to prevent him from seeing those same stars clearly again. This heavy trauma, never truly overcome, is still affecting Crowley’s present: the cynicism, the weariness, the distrust, but also his vulnerability are consequences of that. The worst part?
“I only ever asked questions. That's all it took to be a demon in the old days. Great Plan? God, you listening? Show me a Great Plan. Okay, I know you're testing them, you said you were going to be testing them. You shouldn't test them to destruction. Not to the end of the world.”
In moments of suffering, Crowley still raises his head and dares to ask Her questions, questions that will obviously remain unanswered.
The outsider. Romantic heroes are almost always outsiders. There is something that sets them apart from everyone else. Our former angel, former demon, hated by Heaven, loathed by Hell, a non-human being living amongst humans certainly falls (no pun intended) into this category. Not human and yet more than human, Crowley has a sense of freedom and a strong personality: he defies conventions, he cannot live according to the laws imposed by the system, but only on his own side, however lonely it is. We see his tendency towards isolation: a demon different from the others who wanders the Earth, without a proper home, who needs a safe space to rest and so lives in his car, in a constant survival mode.
Painful present. That fragile, peaceful existence on Earth, always on the verge to be destroyed. Not satisfied with taking his stars away from him, heaven isn’t done with Crowley yet. There’s always something - the armageddon, Jimbriel, the Metronome - that comes to haunt him, to freshen up his heavenly trauma. Endowed with a strong personality on one hand, victim of circumstances on the other - a textbook example of a romantic character - Crowley feels that he doesn’t deserve to be loved. But that doesn't mean he doesn't want love. Despite his attitude "I don't need anyone, I can stay on my own and run away if necessary” he ends up for always staying and doing everything he can for his Angel. That’s why when Aziraphale tells him “you’re at liberty to go” we see Crowley sitting in his car, exhausted and defeated. Those words mean “you have the liberty to go and be alone, because you’re worthless”. This is not what Aziraphale meant, but it’s what Crowley heard. Of course this sense of unworthiness comes back in the last 15 minutes, when Crowley, after Azira’s rejection, really feels to be unloved and unlovable. Nothing but a tempting demon after all.
Dramatically brooding. “What's the point of it all? Heaven, Hell, Demons, Angels. That it's all... well, pointless”. This is unavoidable. Textbook romantic characters usually are tall, dark, handsome, and brooding. The grumpy ones with a heart of gold. And Crowley is no exception. He’s indeed grumpy - Muriel can confirm it - he has trust issues, he reacts sharply when Aziraphale calls him nice, because he sees that word as a reminder of his angelic self. Crowley is the one who is supposed to be the bad guy but, despite what he has suffered, is still kind. However the struggle can become dangerous.
“I want insurance.”
“Out of the question.”
“Why not?”
“It would destroy you. I'm not bringing you a su1c1de pill, Crowley.”
“That's not what I want it for. Just insurance.”
We know that Crowley will use the holy water against Hastur. But that brief moment, as he softly says “why not?” makes you wonder what Hell did to him that a fate worse than discorporation became an option. And why Crowley seems to accept it with such a calm resignation.
Dramatic bitch (affectionate). Aka, oooh lord heal this bike. Basically the funnier side of the previous point. I talked about larger-than-life characters. Everything and I mean literally everything about Crowley is up to eleven. The snarky remarks, the cool clothes, the… I don't know how I should call them… Crowley’s sounds - do yourself a favor and watch this - the swag, the walk™, the conflictual relationship with chairs (to be fair, this can be a David Tennant’s thing), every single one of his movements is over the top. And, even when he sits doing nothing, Crowley still stands out. (Especially if he sits leaning so much to Aziraphale that he might as well turn into a snake and wrap himself around him like a scarf.)
Which leads to the next point.
Magnetism. The thing with romantic characters is that we are attracted to them. Otherwise, what would be the point? And Crowley of course is attractive, but he's much more than that: he's magnetic. Whether he's yelling "you're out of order" at a bunch of demons, or making fun of a bunch of angels, Crowley exudes charisma. His emotions are profound and attract those around him: the sheer force of wonder with which he looked at the stars was enough to attract Aziraphale. You can imagine beings of all kinds following him, you can think of him as a leader: he could be a duke of hell if he wanted to. And if you're still here, reading this mess just because I'm talking about Crowley, then you too have surrendered to his magnetism.
Connection with nature. What does convey the idea of romanticism more than the nature as a living, infinite force? Crowley may have been cast out of Heaven, but he sure loves God's creations. Let’s see: goats, ducks, whales, dolphins, unicorns, gorillas (what are they putting in bananas these days?) and… nightingales. Crowley seems to be connected to all living beings and fiercely tries to protect them - in the series, at least. Maybe because they’re innocent, like he was when he was an angel. Not to mention that he’s a snake and that his plants are a reflection of himself.
Most of all, Crowley loves humanity. As the serpent of Eden, he literally kickstarted humanity, giving it the freedom of becoming what it is. He’s shocked by the Flood, he protects Job's children, he tries to avoid the Armageddon. Crowley is an immortal being, he has seen the best and the worst of humanity since from the beginning and still loves humans and their inventions (like his Bentley or… romantic movies).
Imagination. Romantics believed that imagination was the contact between the immensity of the universe and the mind of every being. Thanks to the connection between the mind and the physical world, the imagination is the key to the creative process. And it’s also what set Crowley apart from the other demons, what made him do his “hellish work” with very little malice, what allowed him to survive, driving the car into the fire of the M25.
Crowley, once a star-maker, is still a creative force. Because, deep down, he’s still an optimist, who tries to create love between Nina and Maggie. He’s still silly and a bit naïve. And, deep down, he’s also an idealist, who gives to Aziraphale the means to understand the system's flaws.
But Crowley is also capable of…
Great passion. *thinking about how to write the ALT description of the gif, giving up… it is what it is, read it or not, let’s move on*
We have seen how deeply Crowley feels with his entire being. He is passionate in all his emotions: the desperation when he believes to have lost Azira in the fire, the despondency with which he tries to turn to God in his flat, and of course the immense extent of his heartbreak in the last 15 minutes. Even the emptiness that Crowley experiences after losing Aziraphale to Heaven at the end is itself an all-consuming emotion, not a lack of one. And, if I were Mr. Brown, I would think twice before trying to hit on Aziraphale, so as not to incur the wrath of Mr. Anthony JealousofhisAngel Crowley. But, when it comes to Aziraphale, we must talk about…
Repressed feelings. Crowley may not be aware of his romantic feelings for Aziraphale (maybe), but everyone else can see them clearly.
“You've been together long?”
“Who?” (*facepalm* who? Come on, Anthony)
“You and your partner.”
“Oh, no, no, it's not... it's not like that.”
“It certainly looks like that from here. So you've just recently hooked up. You got a husband? Or a boyfriend? Is the book selling your bit on the side?”
“He's not my bit on the side. He’s far too pure of heart to be anybody's bit on the side. He's just an angel... I know.”
The way he says “I know” will be etched into my mind forever. Aside from that, we see how Crowley holds Aziraphale in high regard and at the same the level of his self-loathing. Aziraphale has such a pure heart, how could he, a demon, dare to think he could be with him? The scene is constructed as a moment of great epiphany: we see Crowley walking away from Nina mumbling the word "love". It's as if he's thinking: so… all this time… I've done nothing but love him?
The next scene is the one of the picture above. The most romantic scenario you could ever imagine: a French bistrôt, the red wine, the fairy lights, the red rose. (The rose is haunting me. Crowley's table is the only one with a red rose: did he choose it on purpose? Did he miracled the rose because he saw in a movie that red roses equal love? Why… ok, enough about the rose). Crowley literally whistles to Aziraphale to make him join him, but the angel - despite being totally smitten - doesn’t have time, because he’s organizing the Ball. The Ball which is just an excuse to have his Jane Austen-esque romantic moment with Crowley. The whole thing is so convoluted that I want to cry.
Then Crowley goes to deal with Jimbriel, because if there's one thing we know about Crowley it's that he loves to play the…
Knight in shining armor. For his angel in distress. A classic romantic trope. Crowley is brave and rescuing Aziraphale makes him so damn happy. Whether that means appearing into the Bastille, or hopping on the consecrated ground next to a font of holy water, our good old fashioned lover boy doesn’t leave Aziraphale on his own. And this isn't just about Aziraphale: Crowley stops time to delay Satan, leads the humans out of the bookshop surrounded by demons, risks and presumably suffers torture from Hell for helping Elspeth. Crowley is heroic in the most literal sense and has a remarkable sense of self-sacrifice.
Forbidden love. An epic, star crossed, forbidden love between an angel and a demon, hereditary enemies. They are each other's forbidden fruit. Forbidden and out of reach. But Aziraphale has disobeyed God, giving the flaming sword to Adam and Eve. He has proved to be willing to learn. He has offered Crowley an actual shelter, underneath his wing and in his bookshop. Aziraphale finds pretty Crowley’s yellow eyes, those eyes that Crowley believes he has to hide. Despite what someone (and Crowley) might think watching the final 15 minutes, Aziraphale wants Crowley exactly for who he is. They influenced, inspired and shaped each other for centuries to the point of becoming an “us”, a microcosm which is only the two of them. We see them help each other in situations of great danger, but we also see glimpses of intimacy, of domestic life, of what it could be if heaven and hell were out of the picture. We see them together at the Ritz, while the nightingale song is playing and Crowley is looking at Aziraphale like he’s more beautiful than his lost stars. And maybe with a bit of desire.
Ok, maybe a lot of desire.
Longing. Aka, can I watch? When I said they are each other's forbidden fruit, I didn't mean it only metaphorically. Prohibition increases desire. Aziraphale’s enjoying (himself) the food - despite heaven’s repressive teachings - and Crowley is (sexually) into watching Aziraphale while he’s allowing himself to have pleasure. This is not about the food, it’s the loudest subtext ever. And it’s not even that subtle. We have a flashback about it. And I know that the ox ribs scene isn’t supposed to be sexual, according to NG, but… or he’s making fun of us, or someone REALLY misunderstood the assignment. Crowley and Aziraphale are both into this. The romantic concept of the forbidden fruit has a strong sexual undertone. Freedom from Heaven’s oppressive system - from Adam and Eve onwards - also includes the freedom to choose whether and how to explore sexuality. Aziraphale knows that Crowley takes a voyeuristic pleasure into watching him eating and proceeds to eat in front of him on every chance he gets. We see him moaning while he enjoys his scrumptious meals and we see Crowley staring at him clearly turned on: the whole thing has an obvious sexual connotation and you can’t convince me otherwise.
This, on the contrary, isn’t sexual.
Tragic ending. Here we close the circle with the beginning: a tragic past, a tragic ending (for now).
"And I would like to spend..."
The pathos of this line, the way Crowley’s voice breaks, the attempt to conceal the tears, even the awkwardness: this is romantic. Tragically, desperate, heartbreakingly, but unapologetically romantic. Crowley allows himself to be vulnerable, showing himself without the barrier of sunglasses, and tries to explain what’s in his heart. Deep down, I think, all he wants is to be reassured to be loved, to be worthy, to be safe. But the moment he starts to speak he already feels defeated and that kiss which could have been the catharsis of previously repressed feelings ends up marking their farewell.
Whether the term is used in its most literary, in its more trope-y or in its most classic sense, from his tragic past to his rejected confession, Crowley is a romantic figure. His emotionality, his imagination, the creative strength, the need for freedom, the conflict with the system, the bond with nature, the being over the top, but also the pain, the suffering, the heartbreak in the last minutes contribute to making him a character more complex than you might expect from a fantasy comedy.
His relationship with Aziraphale is equally steeped in romanticism, perceivable, with ever greater intensity, in each of their interactions over the centuries. Whether it's subtext or what we see plain and simple on the screen, the love is there. Even the kiss, which isn’t supposed to be romantic in itself is a moment when “they’re at the center of their universe and everything is spinning around them”. One of the most blatantly romantic imagery you can ever imagine.
(Since along the way this post seems to have turned into a love letter to Crowley… yes, Aziraphale may have ghostwritten it.)
I had just thought of this tbh. What if Mic/Hizashi and his s/o had a child who inherited Mic's quirk?
I know I probably should have thrown this, since it was after the ask box closed, but this idea was so cute and I really wanted to write it. [Admin Denki]
When you first found out you were pregnant, the thought that the child might inherit Mic’s quirk totally went over your head. It wasn’t until later in the pregnancy that he had brought up the idea of your child having the same quirk as him. The idea of a baby crying at that level made you almost faint. No way were you going to deal with that. You crossed your fingers and hoped that the child would inherit your quirk or a random one. Anything but a voice quirk. Your prayers were sent into the “read, but not answered” box on the day the baby was born. Your daughter was the most beautiful child you had ever seen, having your hair and Mic’s eyes.
“Hizashi. . . she has your eyes. She’s so beautiful.” You teared up, holding the baby. Mic sat on the edge of the bed, taking his glasses off to get a better look at his daughter.
“I love her.” Mic murmured, running his fingers over her smooth, puffy face.
You decided that day that whatever quirk your daughter had, if she had one at all, you’d appreciate it as much as you could. You also begged that she wouldn’t get it until she was four or five. That would help. A baby screaming at Mic’s level would make you cry.
“Mom, dad!” A child yelled as she ran inside the house. You were cooking dinner as Mic was trying to choose music.
“Hey, there, my little love. How was school today?” You asked, a smile on your face. She grinned widely.
“LOOK WHAT I CAN DO!” A shockwave went through the room, breaking the table in half. You had to put your hands over your ears at the realization that she got her father’s quirk.
“Is that what I think it was?!” Mic ran into the kitchen excitedly. “Baby! Your quirk is awesome!!” He picked his daughter up and threw her in the air.
“Watch the ceiling!” You exclaimed, covering your eyes in fear she’d hit it like she did as a newborn.
“Moma, moma, what do you think?” Your daughter exclaimed, a broad grin on her face. How could you say no to that?
“I’m so happy for you, baby.” You smiled, giving her cheeks a kiss. “You got your quirk today! And it’s the same as your fathers!” You told her.
“I know! Daddy’s going to teach me how to use it! I’m gonna be just like him.” Your daughter laughed, crawling onto Mic’s back and hugged his head.
“I’ll help you build something to help you with your quirk. We’re going to have so much fun!” Mic was ecstatic, throwing his daughter in the air.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah!” Your daughter screamed happily. You smiled, watching the two talk loudly back and forth. You guessed your daughter inheriting Mic’s quirk wasn’t such a bad thing at all.
-Quirks are still inherited by bloodline, but there’s a chance that you could get a quirk that other people in your family then your parents, like you grandparents, or great-grandparents.
-Izuku gets his grandfather’s quirk “Summon” at a pretty late age. Everyone thinks that he doesn’t have a quirk until he wakes up with a summoner mark.
-His mark is a tree.
-For every “Demon” he summons, another mark is added to him. (By the time he hits 20, he’s covered in marks, people think he loves getting tattoos)
-Think Lucy from Fairy Tail, where every time she gets a new key, she has to make a contract with them about times to summon and stuff, so does Izuku.
-The more powerful the entity he summons, the more human-like they are.
-His first contract is a demon named Yuko, who comes in the form of a kitten.
-Izuku loves him at first sight and Yuko stays out with Izuku for most of the time.
-Izuku can only have 3 contracts out at one time, and the more powerful they are, the quicker Izuku becomes too tired to keep them in this realm.
-In the entrance exam, he summons his two most powerful contracts, Dez and Jay. It was a bad decision, they fought each other more then the robots. Izuku dismisses them and summons the more level-headed Sai. They save Uraraka from the zero-pointer.
-The teachers don’t realize that Sai is a different person and are super confused about this random woman kicking ass in the exam???
-When Izuku isn’t in battle, he lets some of the less powerful contracts roam around UA.
-Most of the students are baffled about the what seems like stray animals running around UA.
-Class 1-A is convinced that there is a extra student that only attends battle classes. Sai is too amused to correct them
More headcanons will come as a continue to write this AU. Check out my A03 (Same Name as my user) to see the story when i get around to posting the first Chapter/
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Welcome to the story! A WinterWidow Mr. and Mrs. Smith AU ft. our fave assassins being equally parts exasperated and horny for each other.
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Chapter One: Somewhere Hot and Humid and Miserable
“I have visual on the Winter Soldier.”
Bucky swore when the comm in his ear crackled to life with SHIELD operatives coming after him. Stealing the piece from a downed agent had been an excellent idea, but good gravy it was doing terrible things to his blood pressure to hear how close they were getting to him.
It was bad enough there were SHIELD agents here anyway. This was supposed to be a clean job– into a building, plant something that went Ka-Boom snatch some files and make a movie worthy get away before anything detonated. Easy. Bucky could plant and detonate a bomb in his sleep but this time SHIELD had somehow caught wind of his mission and came to intercept, so now he was running for his life in what amounted to fifty pounds of tactical gear and pants that admittedly made his ass look great but also made his ass sweat and yeesh not much was worse than butt crack sweat, it only led to chafing and that led to all sorts of unfortunate issues.
Could be worse. It could have been that bitch the Black Widow who had intercepted him instead of some goon in thermal goggles who had screamed a little when Bucky came around the corner.
Amateurs.
They just didn’t make hired goons like they used to, honestly it was embarrassing.
goddamnhella is back on ao3 and uploaded all their wonderful stories yesterday! I’m so happy. Now I have a chance to finish reading Winterheart and to reread Off The Record. Thank you!
Rocket Science by marsmaywander & orbingarrow - Sleep-deprived and under-caffeinated, grad student Tony falls asleep in a conveniently empty classroom and wakes up in the middle of Bruce’s Physics 101 course. After seeing a groggy Tony fumble a simple question, actual-student Bucky offers to tutor him. In a moment of “oh no; he’s cute” panic, Tony takes him up on it. Now, in addition to his already complicated life, Tony has to figure out the answer to the incredibly messy question: “How do you look like you’re failing the class, when you literally wrote the book?”
Winter Wooer by fakesheep-luna (octavaluna) - Winter may not be the most pleasant guy to live or share your body with, but he isn’t nearly as destructive as everybody expected him to be either. He likes to brood in the corners, watch British TV, and freak people out. And Tony. He really, really likes Tony Stark.There’s just one problem – Bucky’s pretty sure he doesn’t feel the same way about the guy.
Forms of Love by bear_bell - Months after the Avengers’ dispute in Germany, the team returns to the US and moves back into the tower. As always, everyone pretends that nothing happened. Tony is just fine with this. He’s used to pretending, and he’ll be damned if he lets any of them see him flinch.
Tony’s the bad guy, after all. He’s used to it. He’s fine with it.
He’s good at it.Only now, there’s something far worse loitering around the tower - The Winter Soldier. No one notices the guy at first, but when they do, Tony figures that he should have the solder’s back.
Birds of a feather should flock together, and the bad guys should start a book club.
(This is a series and I love all the fics in it) Who’s been lovin’ you good? by withered - Each entry is complete and exists (mostly) independent of each other.
When the Rogues come home it leaves Tony in the dreaded position of keeping an eye on them - all up close and personal after the events of Civil War.
Whether the Rogues are pretending to play nice; delusional beyond explanation or high-and-mighty on arrival. Tony finds back-up and solace, in the one person he didn’t expect: James Buchanan Barnes, the Winter Soldier.
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What a year! and for a moment I was sure I wasn’t going to be able to do this and I was going to die from embarrassment because this time, literally, I had all the time in the world🙈
Thank you for joining me in this thing for another year!
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Bucky/Tony
✪ Ducks in a Row by @not-close-to-straight (rec by @multishippinglife)
Nobody thought anything about it when Tony returned to the tower holding a basket full of eggs.
✪ Sure Thing, Sweet Thing by @not-close-to-straight (rec by @ships-galore)
The first time Bucky Barnes uses that legendary “Sure Thing, Sweet Thing” line on Tony.
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Tony was… well he was cuddly in the morning when he got his coffee. He’d wander in rubbing at his eyes and bump and snuggle into Bucky while Bucky poured him a cup of coffee then usually he’d stand on his toes and kiss Bucky’s cheek before saying, “Thanks for my coffee, Frosty.” and Bucky usually said something eloquent along the lines of “uhhhh yep.” or “well you know, I was standing here.” or one very eloquent morning he’d just stood there and giggled like a dumbass.
But this morning? This morning Bucky had a plan. He had a new catch phrase and awesome posture and a solid wink.
It would be great.
✪ Howlin’ For You by @summerpipedream (rec by @summerpipedream)
When the sun goes down, Sheriff Bucky sets up his rifle, ready to shoot any gnoll, ghoul or beast that tries to raid his small town in the cover of the night. Night after night, Bucky keeps watch, running himself ragged all the while. Worried for his friend, Steve offers a solution to his problem.
“So your solution is that I get myself a mail order bride? An’ then what?”
“Or groom. We knew you like both options. You need a partner Bucky.”
✪ Wanna Hear You Say by @EchoSiriusRumme (ao3) (rec by @echosiriousrumme)
There were five incredibly attractive, huge men clambering out of a truck in front of the store, looking a few years older than Tony, and he immediately whipped out his phone. “Rhodey, I’m going to die oh my gooooooood.”
Or, Tony as the bored storekeeper, and Bucky as the Male Entertainer determined to make him smile. Based off the Magic Mike XXL scene with my favorite stripper.
✪ Cuddle Duty by @ Finely Honed (jaqen_hgar) (ao3) (rec by @madamesehun)
The one thing no one had felt the need to warn him about was also the only thing for which he’d have actually appreciated a heads up. Tony liked to cuddle. Looking at him, you wouldn’t have pegged him as the cuddly type. Nothing about him looked cuddly. He wouldn’t let people hand him stuff, even with his improved mood he hung back half the time, as if he wasn’t part of the team. The other half he got so in your face some of them might have missed the hanging back.
Nothing prepared him for the sight of a zombie-like Tony staggering into the common area and latching onto Clint (of all people!) like a limpet.
Steve/Tony
⍟ Letters From the Void Redux by @therollingstonys (rec by @adoctoraday24)
Tony,
I’m surprised you ever gave me the chance to know you after the things I said when we met. But when I saw you fly that nuke into the sky, knowing it was a one way trip, I knew then how wrong I was. You didn’t just lie down on the wire, you threw yourself headlong into the fray, knowing it would mean your death, because it was the right thing to do.
You’ve been on that wire for years Tony, protecting humanity, saving lives, doing good. You’re a better man than I ever gave you credit for, a better man than me because you were always a friend when I needed you.
I understand if you never want to see me again after all the ways I’ve let you down, I’ll understand. I’ll go away Tony, I’ll give you whatever you want, because you’re everything to me, and I owe you that.
Steve
Tony folds the letter carefully and tucks it into his pocket, stares out the window at the stars, and proceeds to get blind drunk.
⍟ Adventures in Lap-Sitting by @no-gorms (rec by @ayapandagirl )
Steve decides that the best way break up Tony and Bruce’s argument is to sit on Tony’s lap. It works. Other things work, too.
⍟ almeno tu nell'universo by @silkspectred (rec by @arukou-arukou)
Tony drives off.
Well, he wants to.
But he can’t.
Because.
Steve Rogers is in front of his car.
Steve fucking Rogers. Is in front of Tony’s fucking car.
⍟ Of Blueberries and Bunnies by @saraceaser (rec by @saraceaser)
Steve just had to stand firm against his husband; he’s done it once, he can do it a thousand times.
Of course, usually said husband wasn’t only fifteen pounds at most, with soft, mousey brown fur, long floppy ears, big brown eyes (okay, he always had those, but still), a little fluffy cottontail, cute twitching nose-
The point was, he was strong, and he wouldn’t be defeated by this.
⍟ Forget-me-nots (do not forget me) by @s-horne (rec by @s-horne)
Even when it started to rain some days after the little hand started to move past the number 4 on Tony’s watch and all of Tony’s school-teachers had to lock the doors and go home, it was okay that no one had come to pick Tony up. One of the nice ladies from school was always kind enough to bundle a wet Tony into their car and try and give him a big smile in the rear-view mirror. Tony tried to tell himself that it was okay that his daddy never remembered about him, when his teeth chattered and his wet socks made his toes feel like ice.
His daddy loved him, even if he didn’t know how to show it.
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5 times Tony is forgotten, and the 1 time he realises he never will be
⍟ Buried by @not-close-to-straight (rec by @adventurerose343)
When Howard Stark demands Tony work at a dig site in S. America one summer to “build character” and “learn about life”, Tony is furious.
But then he meets soldier/archeologist Steve and falls in love with blue eyes and a perfect smile. Just as they are ready to move forward together, Steve leaves abruptly with no explanation and breaks Tony’s heart.
Ten years later, Tony stumbles across the file for the old dig site. He’s determined to visit and shut it down, but discovers that instead of a village, the dig has unconvered a temple and actually needs MORE money to stay open. A security team is hired to protect the staff and the artifacts they find, and Tony comes face to face with Steve Rogers all over again– except Steve is bearded and BIGGER and way more dangerous than he used to be… And Tony likes it.
When the camp is attacked, Steve jumps into action, snatching Tony and running into the jungle to escape and work their way towards safety.
But long days and nights together bring back old feelings, and one day Steve takes a risk and asks Tony to give them another chance.
Will Tony say yes? Or is his heart buried too far for the soldier-turned- archaeologist-turned-mercenary to find it?
Bucky/Steve/Tony
⍟ You Got the Heart of a Phoenix (So Let Them See You Rise) by @iam93percentstardust (rec by @the0wlhut)
Tony is born with a soulmark.
Everyone is born with a mark- unless their soulmate is already dead. What’s unusual is how sometimes Tony has a mark and sometimes he doesn’t.
No one knows what to do with that. Marks only disappear when a person’s soulmate is dead. But one day, Tony had a mark and then the next he didn’t. Tony had barely had enough time to realize that something was wrong before it was back.
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Steve is also born with a mark.
But when Steve is injected with the serum, his mark changes. Marks aren’t supposed to change. They’re supposed to remain static, as static as the fact that the sun rises in the east and sets in the west.
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The Asset doesn’t know if he was born with a mark or not.
He would probably say that he was born with one because everyone seems to have one but, if it’s not important to his mission, then he doesn’t know.
He does have one though. It appears immediately on his metal arm the first time they attach it to his shoulder.
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Everyone is born with a soulmark but some people’s marks are faulty.
⍟ Smitten Kitten by @not-close-to-straight (rec by @megahuffledor)
“You are the cutest thing I’ve ever seen.” Bucky actually dropped to his knees and covered his mouth with his hands because oh my god the tiny black scrap of spiky fur sitting on the bed was definitely the most adorable kitten ever.
“Tony. Um…this is your shifted form?” Steve tried to ask calmly, but the words came out on a chuckle, and the little cat arched his back and hissed.
“Oh stop, you’re making him angry.” Completely in ball of mush mode, Bucky made a coaxing motion with his fingers. “Here kitty kitty kitty, pretty kitty, such a sweet kitty, come here puss puss puss.”
Tony’s claws shot out and he yowled furiously before throwing himself at the super soldier, intent on scratching those perfect blue eyes out.
“Oh look at him!” Steve gave in and knelt beside where Bucky was laughing and batting Tony’s tiny paws away. “He’s like a baby on a rampage! Too much anger for so much fluff!”
“He is gonna kill us for this later!” Bucky said in between trying to scratch the furious cats ears.
“Worth it.” Steve countered. “Worth it. Now let me hold him.”
Bucky/Clint
⍟ Splintered by @flawedmythyst (ao3) rec by @winterhawk
A fight with a wizard ends with Clint injured, and Bucky split into five different versions of himself. How will Clint cope with having five boyfriends, all trying to look after him in their own way?
note: I’m including here some recs that weren’t included in the raffle for the drawings because they didn’t follow my rules (c’mon! they’re the simplest!), and this time they get to be rec’ed, next time I will just delete them.
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the poetic cinema in the movie Holes when it shows Kate Barlow in the schoolhouse and drops of water are falling on the book she’s reading and you think the roof is leaking again even though Sam fixed it but then it shows that it’s actually because she’s crying and then Sam walks in and looks at her tear stained face with the softest expression and says, “i can fix that.”
“Kids wont understand” we understood that sam was dealing with racist violence when we saw people mad he kissed a white woman. We saw misogyny and abuse of power when Kate went to the cops and said why dont you gimme a kiss I’m drunk and off to hang your man. We understood bullshit when we saw it, and now people wanna act like kids just dont understand injustice so its better to let them perpetuate it. Can we get a whole movie of just sam and kate? Wheres that prequel??
fun fact a few months ago I showed this video to my 4 y/o brother and to this day he asks me to play the song (glitter and gold) because he is convinced it is “The Avengers Song™”
A lot of fanvids either have the sound effects and speech lines overpower the actual music. This is one of the rare few when it’s actually properly edited to match the beat, and doesn’t rely on “oh, it’s that line you like! And that other line!”
I haven’t seen this in years!! This is up there with Tom Holland’s Umbrella and the 2 adorable dudes lip syncing to Grease in a parking lot with the amount of joy they bring me.
(why do yall insist on posting these things without mentioning the artist?!)
Pretty sure this is Bryson Andres. He’s on youtube and spotify (and likely other places) and does some really rad as heck covers.
Here’s a fun tale from your local Target employee:
I was pushing truck for OTC today which is the pharmacy area. I was pushing cases of hand sanitizer because we got the “good stuff” in today (purell) and it goes quick even with the the product limit put in place. People were literally taking it from my hand before I could put it on the shelf, but that’s not the point.
As I was putting the goods on the shelf, this woman comes up to the stand and she’s very excited. “Yes! You guys have it! How many can I take, is there a limit?” I say yes, 3 per person per transaction per day. She nods, accepting, and grabs her three. “Sorry, that was weird. I’m a teacher, I’m trying to stock up. I promise I’m not a hoarder.” I smile and nod and say it’s fine. She starts to walk away but stops and turns back.
“Do you have any Clorox wipes in stock by any chance?”
Heart sinking, I shake my head and say no, sorry, and we don’t know for sure when we’ll get more. (We get them maybe once every two weeks, but the product limit for those is one per person per transaction per day and they usually sell out within hours of going on the shelf.)
Her face dropped and she kinda looked down at her hand sanitizer and said “that’s okay, with the product limit I wouldn’t be able to get enough before school starts anyway. It’s only 4 weeks away.” She laughed a little but I could hear the frustration in her voice and see the tension in her face. She sounded defeated. The most I could offer her was one of the small bottles of pure bleach. I honestly wanted to cry. For a second there I thought she would. I had no clue what to say as she turned and walked away.
This is what teachers are dealing with. Even in years when there’s not a pandemic they have to rely on donations from parents or their own money to be able to buy hand sanitizer, wipes, tissues, etc. for their classrooms. Now they’re being forced to return to school with no extra funding, no extra supplies, no support from the government; they’re STILL expected to provide for and protect these kids *on their own.* All while, now, risking their own lives and their own health because the government doesn’t want to admit that they fucked up handling this pandemic.
Every time I hear someone say “kids don’t die from it, it’ll be fine,” I realize that person does not give a flying fuck about teachers. Sure, *maybe* the kids will be fine. But the teachers are not children. They are adults with underlying conditions, adults living with elderly family, adults who are over 50 and are at more risk. Adults with at risk family at home. Adults who are at risk themselves. But they are STILL trying their hardest to protect your children in the classroom.
It’s honestly fucked up that we live in a country where police departments get millions or even billions of dollars in state funding, yet teachers have to buy their own cleaning supplies and doctors have to reuse PPE in hospitals. Police get tens of thousands of dollars worth of riot armor to wear and terrorize peaceful protesters, while the Navajo Nation get sent body bags instead of medical supplies.
Honestly I don’t know where I’m going with this, but I’m tired y’all. I’m tired and frustrated because leadership in this country doesn’t care enough to prioritize human life. Idk, it was a small moment in the grand scheme of things but it really was a slap in the face reminder of how this country treats it’s own people. I feel like we’ve all been getting those lately.
Again, to reiterate: teachers are NOT getting extra funding. they are NOT getting extra supplies. they are NOT getting smaller class sizes or bigger classrooms or extra personnel whose job it is to ensure sanitation and masking protocols are adhered to.
They’re not getting temperature-taking stations that will ID kids with a fever and send them back home. They’re not being trained to handle parents who insist they and their kids don’t need to follow rules.
Trump and Devos are just “letting school districts decide.” With a side helping of threatening any school that dares to recognize COVID as a threat.
As a teacher this is seriously making me consider a career change. Also, recent evidence is suggesting more and more that yes, kids do carry this, get sick from this, and die from this. And who knows what lifelong complications they’re going to have. Please write, email, or call your local school district and pressure them into going 100% online this fall. Even if you’re not a parent, they are more intimidated by their tax payers than the teachers they’re sending to die.
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i have this disease that makes me find it hot as fuck when a character’s eyes glow as a warning when they’re really angry or upset and about to use every last shred their power to absolutely waste the shit out of the target of their rage it’s called having excellent taste
Soooo this Chapter only did like, one of the things it was supposed to and everything else just sort of happened and I got tired of arguing with it to make it behave so here, have a Chapter Seven that is only slightly like the one I outlined.
I made myself cry with this first part, so Tissue Warning!
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“JARVIS?”
“The constant tests you’ve been running with the new suit have taken a toll, sir. My original algorithm assumed you would be resting more days than not, as one should when faced with the possibly of an upcoming expiration date but with your continued activity, my projections have been rendered obsolete.”
“Okay.” Tony squeezed at the blood toxicity monitor until the casing edges cut into his palm. “Newest estimations?”
“Given your rate of use with the reactor and the new, more powerful prototype, my previous count of three months with minimal usage will need to be dialed back to little more than eight weeks, sir.”
“Okay.” He said again, almost neutrally as if he wasn’t discussing an expiration date with his AI. “Okay, little more than eight weeks. So all the tests I ran in the War Machine prototype over the last few days cost me what, seven days?”
“Eleven days, actually.”
“Okay.” Tony said a third time, mostly because he didn’t know what else to say. “That’s– thanks, J.”
