#Rems invitation for him to be the hero helped him get over his shame though. And it's helpful for him emotionally. But it's also a crutch

[spiegelgestalt]

Addendum 2: Rem

in the whole hot potato game between Subaru and Emilia of who gets to be the hero and who has to be the damsel Rem takes an interesting role:

She agrees to be the damsel in distress and invites Subaru to be her hero. (It's what makes Subarus heroic acts at the end of season 1 possible)

And she gets punished for it

Here's another truth in the hero/damsel in distress dichotomy: the damsel doesn't have to be a person to fuel the hero. And so after making one final speech how her hero will surely come to save her Rem becomes an object solely there to fuel Subarus determination. And how many stories have we heard who are similar?

#natsuki subaru #Rem #re:zero spoilers #re zero kara hajimeru isekai seikatsu #Having seen season 2 I don't necessarily think that the end of season 1 is a happy ending #And I also don't think Subaru has learned all that much #He understood pretty soon that he had fucked up in the castle but he was too ashamed to admit it #Rems invitation for him to be the hero helped him get over his shame though. And it's helpful for him emotionally. But it's also a crutch #Subarus playacting as a hero arguably costs Rem her life and Emilia her agency #Which threw Emilia in a huge existential crisis which only got resolved in season 2

[spookygrantaire]

Of Heroes and Thieves

Part 3

Notes/Warnings: shitty written accents and French, swearing here and there. Places I’ve mentioned here are places I’ve actually been and they’re actually AMAZING 10/10 go if you ever get a chance. NOLA is literally my favorite city on earth and I had to force myself to stop writing about it. But any who, I hope you all enjoy this chapter. It’s a decently long one. 

CLINT POV

She’d dropped him off in the French Quarter, right near Jackson Square. “If you go half a block that way,” she pointed, “you’ll get to Cafe Du Monde. Get some coffee and a couple beignets. I’d take you somewhere less touristy, but for obvious reasons I can’t. And from here you’ll be able to find your footing fast. I guess I’m also just assuming you’ve never been here, huh?”

He grinned. “Once, a long time ago. And it was not a vacation.”

“Hence how you know who my famille is, huh?” she guessed, slipping into the accent she’d mostly lost. 

His smile grew. “Yeah, babe. You gonna keep that accent for a while?”

His girl rolled her eyes. “Shut up. I’ll call you when I can. One way or another. I gotta go. Ride’s here,” she nodded toward a tall man leaning against a motorcycle. “I’ll pay for the parking,” she pulled out a twenty and handed it to him. 

With that, he sighed as she walked away after kissing his cheek, watching to see her hug the man and get on the back of his bike. He caught a whiff of fried dough and coffee; time to follow his nose. He needed the distraction anyways. 

The famous beignets were just as delicious as everyone said they were, he had to hand it to them. The coffee was perfect. It was a beautiful evening out as well. He just wished he could be exploring the city with Y/N. He finished the coffee and started heading off in a random direction. The idea came to him to get some souvenirs for both the team and his girl. Something that would scream home to her whenever she missed it. That’s when he found a street artist putting his stuff away for the night. “Are these paintings for sale?”

The man looked up in surprise. “Yes, sir! New to town?”

“Just passing through for the night,” Clint mused, looking at the artwork. One painting of the architecture of the Quarter in particular caught his eye, then the man also had something that showed the rows of graves in one of the cemeteries. A little dark, but quite beautiful. “How much for these two?”

“Thirty for both, sir. Why only here for the night, might I ask?” the man got the paintings together for Clint as he handed the money over. 

“Gir--uh, my friend has some family drama. I’m here for moral support in a way. She sent me to roam around. What’s a good place to eat a quick dinner?”

“Ah, now son, you’re in New Orleans! Everywhere is good to eat! But just around the corner you got a great place for some po’ boys, there’s a few bars on Bourbon Street that have great jambalaya. Whatever you’re in the mood for, there’s something good. You like pizza? Find any of the daiquiri bars. They got deals on the booze and have great pizza. Oh, a burger! Esplanade Avenue, Port Of Call. Best burgers in the city. Cooked however you like to perfection, and you will not regret it.”

“Burger does sound good. Thanks!” 

“Thank you, sir. Have a lovely visit.”

With that, Clint first took a detour to drop the art off at the car, then ventured off for this famous burger. Taking in the sights and sounds of the city on the way, he definitely could see how Y/N was going to be sad to leave. It was a beautiful city and so inviting. When he finally made it to his destination, he was mildly surprised how dark it was inside, but it was true to the old ship theme. He ordered himself a beer and a burger, the menu being only a few items. Once he took a bit, he almost moaned. It was indeed, cooked to perfection. After he left, he decided to follow the music. On the way to the restaurant he’d seen a parade and some street dancers and what appeared to be shows. Time to find one. Maybe he should take one of the haunted tours?

READER POV

She’d missed Remy more than she’d realized and it was a shame that this was one of the last rides she’d ever take with him. The man was like a brother to her her whole life and when her older sister had married his older brother, it only became official. He’d protected her from Julien and Belle’s bullying often enough when they were kids, and she knew he was upset he couldn’t help now. 

“‘M sorry dis is happenin’ ta yo’, Chere,” he said when they parked at the big family mansion. 

She took her helmet off and looked up at him, staring into those sunglasses he always wore in public. “It’s not on you, Rem. It’s on me. I’m the one who chose to get involved.”

“Yo’ really mus’ have it bad for de bird man, non?”

She elbowed him lightly. “That’s entirely none of your business, LeBeau.”

“It’s my business, though!” rang a voice behind them. 

Shock rolled through her body when she turned and saw her big sister, round belly and all the sass in the world. Tears stung at her eyes upon the realization that she wouldn’t be around for the birth of her nephew. “Mercy!” she ran over and hugged the blonde woman. “I’m so sorry, Merc,” she cried into her sister’s shoulder. 

“Hush, sug. Nothin’ ta be done now. We’ll come visit yo’, soon we can. ‘S all gonna be alright, Y/N,” Mercy soothed. 

A cough came from behind Mercy and Y/N looked up to see her brother in law. “Lemme hug you, ‘fore I have ta take yo’ to pere,” he smiled. 

“Missed ya too, Henri. You best be the one responsible for knockin’ up my sister,” she laughed. 

“All night long, Chere,” he laughed.

“Gross,” Y/N wrinkled her nose. She glanced around as the group entered the house. “Where’s Tante Mattie?”

“Righ’ here, chil’!” came a shout. “Ain’t no one r’spect Mattie no mo’. Who tol’ me yo’ were back? Not a soul. Who told me about ev’ryt’in only jus’ dis morn’? Mercy. Chil’ gets slack b’cause she’s givin’ Jean Luc a grandbaby, but wait til she pops,” the old woman shook her head. “Now come here, an’ hug me.”

Y/N obliged, a smile on her face. It really had been too long since she’d been home. And now it was too late to plan future visits. She pulled back and smiled sadly. “Guess I bes’ get this over with. If it is a death sentence, Merc,” tears now rolling down both sister’s faces as they locked eyes, “you better tell my nephew all about me.”

“It won’ be. I tol’ Jean Luc he’d never see his grandbaby if it is.” Y/N laughed, knowing it was a serious, yet idle threat. 

“Take me to your leader, Henri,” she said, jokingly holding out her wrists for cuffs. 

“Stop that,” he rolled his eyes. “Now,” he led her away toward the large room they used for council meetings. “It’s the whole council here, and Marius Boudreaux is here to make sure the sentence is actually given,” he frowned. 

She nodded. “Wouldn’t expect any less, truth be told.”

He nodded before opening the doors, and gesturing for her to enter first. 

“Y/N, Chere, I really wish yo’ were home under better circumstances,” Jean Luc greeted sadly. “All de same, nice t’ see yo’.”

“You too, Jean Luc,” she glanced around at the council members. “May I say, I am sorry for the trouble my actions have caused?”

“Yo’ ain’ sorry for yo’ actions though, are yo’?” Marius spoke up from the side of the room, standing up straight. “Gettin’ involved in things dat don’ concern you. Bes’ we can say is leas’ you were alone.”

The statement shocked her. They didn’t know she’d led the Avengers to the warehouse. How did they not know? Julien must have left as soon as he knocked her out. 

“I’ve been working long enough I know better not to get involved in Assassin business. I just couldn’t resist some action, I suppose. I’m sorry,” Y/N lied through her teeth. She was a good liar though and could only hope Marius was slipping in his age. She knew Jean Luc could see right through her, however. 

Marius scoffed. “Yo’ always were a hothead.” He leaned against the wall once more. “Le’s get dis over wit’.”

Jean Luc nodded. “We decided yo’ punishment is yo’ done t’ievin’. Fo’ de Guild, leas’. And,” he glanced at Marius, who nodded once. “Yo’ officially b’trot’ed t’ Julien Boudreaux.”

#Of Heroes and Thieves #Clint Barton fic #Clint x reader #marvel imagines #Hawkeye x reader #part three