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leclerc-s · 3 months

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snow angel - track one

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1 YEAR LATER

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rheareynolds soft launches are a thing right?

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user1 nah cause how did lando no wins fumble her?

↳ user2 the better question is how did nowins ever bag her in the first place

user3 imagine fumbling the rhea reynolds. lando no bitches truly fucked up.

alex_albon i expect credits for that third picture. i was scarred for life.

↳ rheareynolds you're the one who barged in demanding we watch a movie.

user4 she's gone for a year, besides promotional purposes for her ep and comes back with a soft launch?

user5 MOTHER, WE DEMAND ANSWERS! WHO IS HE?

user6 can't believe a m*n stole my wife. she was for the girls and the gays only.

lilymhe can't believe some blonde bitch stole my wife.

↳ rheareynolds still yours baby. always 😘

↳ lilymhe good. blondie could never compete with me

↳ user7 i thank god everyday that rhea's break-up with no wins didn't take this wonderful duo from us.

vancityreynolds what the fuck? who is that? better not be some vroom guy again.

↳ rheareynolds don't you have children to take care of? blakelively you're overgrown toddler is loose again.

↳ blakelively oh how adorable! i expect to meet him when you're ready.

↳ vancityreynolds you're supposed to be on my side?

↳ blakelively i only married you for your sister.

↳ rheareynolds suck on that ryan!

↳ user8 this family is my everything.

charles_leclerc when did you start dating? why was i not informed of this?

↳ georgerussell63 or me?

↳ maxverstappen1 why did alex know before us?

↳ rheareynolds i told lily, who told alex. you think i wanted that guy to know?

↳ alex_albon i can read your comments rhea.

user9 no wins really thought everyone would drop rhea the moment they broke up these guys love her.

user10 WHY IS NO ONE LOSING THEIR SHIT OVER RHEA SOFT LAUNCHING? WHO IS THIS MAN? WE MUST HAVE ANSWERS!

↳ user11 as long as this one doesn't cheat on her, we don't really care.

↳ user12 something no wins never could do

george russell who is he?

charles leclerc we demand answers rhea!

pierre gasly i just like gossip

max verstappen oh so suddenly now she can't answer?

alex albon i love knowing something you guys don't

lily muni he reminder you only know because i accidentally told you

esteban ocon you people are stupid.

max verstappen excuse me? esteban ocon i would recognize that blonde head of hair anywhere lance stroll i would too. it’s mick

rhea reynolds BOOOOO! way to ruin my soft launch dumb and dumber

charles leclerc ANOTHER DRIVER? george russell WHAT HAPPENED TO “I’LL NEVER DATE ANOTHER FUCKING DRIVER AGAIN?!”

rhea reynolds you’re gonna look at mick and say not to him?

lily muni he i wouldn’t. that’s like saying no to a puppy alex albon they truly are the golden retriever and black cat trope.

lance stroll you’re fucking welcome

pierre gasly for what?

lance stroll for setting them up on a blind date? well lily helped.

lily muni he yeah i did! they’re great for each other

charles leclerc at least we know he won’t cheat on her like n*rris

rhea reynolds my brother would be proud of the censorship of his name. he still calls him no bitches to this day.

george russell well ryan is an icon and l*ndo has no bitches.

alex albon doesn't he have a girlfriend? charles leclerc i thought they broke up? max verstappen doesn't matter, in our hearts he will always remain bitchless max verstappen and that is not me saying his girlfriend is a bitch. i've never met her. rhea reynolds i heard she was nice girl. i just hope l*ndo didn't cheat on her like he did on me

daniel ricciardo what'd i miss?

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rheareynolds saw you bitches say on twitter i was trolling with my last post. i'm not, i am no longer bitchless. some people can't relate.

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user1 SHOTS FIRED! SHOTS FIRED!

user2 MAN DOWN! MAN DOWN!

estebanocon i'm telling him you called him a bitch

↳ rheareynolds do it you french fuck, i'll tell him you called him an overactive golden retriever puppy.

↳ estebanocon you wouldn't dare.

↳ rheareynolds try me bitch

user3 REGINA GEORGE HAS FIRED SHOTS!

user4 he may be bitchless but you still think about him

↳ user5 that's not the flex you think it is sweetie.

maxverstappen1 get this shit off my phone. it's gross.

↳ rheareynolds you dad is gross but you don't see me complaining do you?

↳ maxverstappen nice to know you're back to your old self

↳ rheareynolds and better than ever baby!

luisinhaoliveira99 is it me? am i the drama?

↳ rheareynolds no baby, it could never be about you 👩🏼‍❤️‍👩🏻

↳ user6 WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?

user7 OSCAR? WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?

↳ user8 this just got messy with a capital M

vancityreynolds rhea lobster reynolds, i demand to meet him.

↳ rheareynolds mom (blake) said you could meet him when i was ready.

↳ vancityreynolds and i'm supposed to care because?

↳ rheareynolds hey blakelively your overgrown toddler is back at it again!

↳ blakelively leave the poor girl alone ryan.

maxfretwell i would love to inform you that sushi just let out an unholy screech

↳ rheareynolds must be because he's bitchless, can't relate.

daniel ricciardo oh, so that's what i missed!

↳ user9 not this man being confused on what's going on. me fr.

it's mick isn't it?

how the fuck?

i'm your older brother dumbass. besides, mick's the only blonde esteban hangs out with. that i know of.

you're not as stupid as everyone says you are.

who the fuck is saying i'm stupid?

your mom

WE SHARE THE SAME MOM DUMBASS!

i know, and she says you're stupid.

i still expect to meet him, as your boyfriend.

of course you do.

rhea reynolds added one person

rhea reynolds ryan figured it out.

mick schumacher i told you he wasn't as stupid as you thought he was.

daniel ricciardo YOU'RE DATING MICK? WHY DID NO ONE TELL ME?

max verstappen you're supposed to read the group chat dumbass

charles leclerc l*ndo just called carlos to complain.

rhea reynolds good. he deserves to suffer.

mick schumacher she wrote an album about him

rhea reynolds NOT TRUE! THERE'S AT LEAST ONE SONG ABOUT YOU ON THERE! MAYBE MORE!

lily muni he is there another song about me? 🥰

alex albon you two said what can i do was a joke! rhea reynolds lily, babe, that song wasn't about you? lily muni he WHAT? EXCUSE ME? rhea reynolds it was about a hypothetical with this other girl, who's not important. but i told you it was about you because you were so happy? lily muni he don't ever talk to me again. i'm heartbroken. pierre gasly it's giving charles and max.

max verstappen bitchless just called and asked me if i knew who you were dating and how you knew luisa.

rhea reynolds i met her while she was dating n*rris. monaco is not that big.

alex albon tell him she's dating some actor like ross lynch or something

lily muni he how long did it take for you to come up with a blonde actor? alex albon too long

lance stroll tell him it's luisa in a blonde short wig.

charles leclerc that'll shut him up for a while.

rhea reynolds tell him it's taylor swift in a short wig.

daniel ricciardo thank god i don't have to hear his screeches anymore.

rhea reynolds that's one upside to being unemployed. daniel ricciardo i have a job? rhea reynolds but do you though?

¡leclerc-s speaks! i'm indulging in my love for both mick schumacher and renee rapp + blake lively. i was originally going to make the oc a lively but i kinda wanted her name to have same alliteration renee's name has and nothing with an L went well so i chose reynolds instead. anyways, hope y'all enjoyed this!

¡disclaimer! this is in no way making assumptions about the people involved in this story, this is all fake. it is a fanfiction please don't take any of what is said seriously. this is all for entertainment purposes and as a creative outlet for me. enjoy!

#leclerc-s #snow angel series #f1 instagram au #f1 x oc #f1 oc #f1 smau #f1 social media au #f1 #formula one #f1 fic #formula 1 fic #f1 x female oc #lando norris x female oc #mick schumacher x female oc

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spikedru · 3 months

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hi. consider this

#my art #btvs #its technically a spuffy fic but there is a fairytale au with dru using a magic mirror to kidnap angel into fairytale land #where she is queen snow white #and its very interesteing i love it #but also what if snow white au for buffydru .............

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superhaught · 29 days

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Angel in the Snow

Pairing: Reneé Rapp & Reader (platonic)

Warnings: drug use, drug-induced unconsciousness, overdose, refers to sexual assault, mention of blood, emergency room examination, angst, hurt-comfort

Word Count: 2950, Part 1/?

Note from Author:

! This is an AU where reader finds Reneé before she loses 7 hours of her life that night. There is difficult subject matter here so please read at your own discretion. !

Big shoutout to @fanofthings20 who beta-read this piece for me, thank you so much!

If this is missing any necessary warnings or tags please let me know!

Finally, carry Narcan/Naloxone!

Reneé is reader's best friend. Reneé is partying a lot and one night, Reneé is unaccounted for. Reader looks for and helps her friend. Based on the events that "Snow Angel" is about.

No one knew where she was, and you were the only one who seemed to care. Everyone was annoyed that you were even asking.

“You’re freaking out over nothing, I’m sure she just left.”

But you didn’t feel like it was nothing. There was a feeling in your gut that said otherwise. Reneé had disappeared from the group over an hour ago. Your best friend in the world was nowhere to be found and all of these assholes were more concerned about maintaining their buzz than her well-being.

You sent her a third text asking if she was okay that got left on delivered.

You never felt that it was your place to stand in the way of Reneé having fun and enjoying herself, but you were worried about her. More than worried… you were scared for her.

Lately, you had felt like she was pushing the limits of what she could handle, sustaining herself on parties and substances and hook ups. You knew that she was trying to escape something, you just didn’t know what. You would have given anything for her to just let you in.

One week prior, you went out on a limb and tried to talk to her about it. She got mad. Madder than you’d ever seen her.

“I’m done with this conversation,” she asserted.

“Reneé, please, I’m just trying to help…”

“Well, you’re not. You’re just being fucking annoying.”

She told you to leave her alone, but you couldn’t leave her alone. Especially not now. Not when she had her finger on the self-destruct button.

You weren’t invited to this party but you knew she was going to be there with some guy and his friends and you just didn’t trust him. So you showed up and found the group she was supposed to be with, but Reneé and her date weren’t with them.

“Fuck you all,” you said as you stormed off and started asking for help from the bartenders and bouncers. You showed a picture of her to various club staff and none of them really recognized her or knew where she might be.

No one was taking you seriously and you started to doubt yourself. Maybe you were being insane. Reneé is an adult and the fact that you were trying to track her down when she didn’t even want you here was pretty crazy of you. She probably did just leave with the guy to hook up.

But then you shook your head. No. You’d rather be anxious and find out that nothing was wrong after all than let something happen to her. If she was drunk or high, she could be taken advantage of and you couldn’t live with yourself if you didn’t do everything you could.

You tried calling her. You let it ring until it went to voicemail, “Hey it’s Reneé, leave a message.” You felt sick to your stomach. Even if she was mad at you, Reneé would never not pick up a call from you if she could help it.

You did another lap of the dancefloor and still didn’t see the blonde. You started to check the club bathrooms, shouting her name and getting a lot of weird looks but not getting any closer to finding her. So you started to get more creative. You left the club area in favor of searching the hotel that housed it. The main lobby was fairly empty and quiet.

You rushed up to the worker at the front desk and showed Reneé’s picture to her, “please, I’m looking for my friend, I think she could be in trouble, have you seen her?”

The woman sighed and pulled her glasses down from the top of her head to examine your phone. She squinted her eyes as she took the phone from your hand to look at it closer. Your body trembled anxiously as you waited.

“You know what,” the woman began, “she does look familiar. I think I saw a blonde girl like her go into the restroom here a while ago. She came from the club and there was a young man with her. She didn’t look well.”

“Oh my god, thank you so much.” You took your phone back and sprinted to the bathroom she pointed to. The bathroom door flew open at the push of your arm and your worst fears were confirmed at what you found in the bathroom.

Reneé was unconscious on the bathroom floor, curled up in one of the stalls.

“No… no no no!” You fell to your knees at her side and grabbed her shoulders and shook her. Reneé didn’t respond. You leaned down and felt that she was breathing, just really slowly.

You shook her again and touched her face. She was cold and clammy. Her makeup had run down her cheeks. There was blood on her pants. You couldn’t think about what might have happened, yet, you just needed to help her.

You knew she’d kill you if you called 911 but you didn’t fucking care so you did. You punched 911 into your phone with shaking hands and then put it on speaker and set it down on the floor.

“Nine one one what is the location of your emergency?”

You didn’t realize that you were sobbing until you spoke to give the operator the address of the hotel.

“Okay hun, I’ve got your location, take a deep breath and tell me what’s wrong.”

“It’s my friend, she’s unresponsive. I think she might be overdosing or maybe she was roofied, I don’t know what to do! Should I give her Narcan?”

“Yes, do you have Narcan available to you right now?”

“Yes, I do.” You opened your bag and took your Narcan kit out. You thanked your lucky stars that you thought ahead to bring it with you.

“Great yes go ahead and administer the Narcan. Paramedics are on their way to you now. Have you ever administered Narcan before?”

“No, ma’am.”

The 911 operator started talking you through the steps and you ripped open the package and put the tip of the sprayer into one side of Reneé’s nose and depressed it to administer the medication.

You waited for a few seconds, caressing Reneé’s cheek gently and saying her name out loud, waiting with baited breath for her to respond. Suddenly, Reneé inhaled a deep breath and her eyes flew open.

“Oh my god! Nae!”

Reneé looked all around her in a panic and then finally found your eyes. She gripped your arms with white knuckles.

“It’s me, Nae. It’s me… you’re safe, I’ve got you… it’s okay…” you spoke to her through tears.

Reneé didn’t say anything in response, she just stared at you with wide eyes.

The 911 operator spoke from the phone, “is she responsive, now?”

“Yes, yes, she’s awake.” You sobbed.

“Okay the ambulance is almost there, stay put for the paramedics okay? I’ll stay on the line with you. Can you get your friend in the recovery position, do you know that?”

“Yes,” you replied, “Reneé, I need to roll you onto your side, okay?”

Reneé was just terrified and slow to process anything but she let you adjust her onto her side with her arm under her head.

You leaned over her and wrapped your arms around her. You whispered to her, “it’s okay, help is almost here. And I’ve got you… you’re gonna be okay, Reneé… I’ve got you…”

Reneé coughed and started crying as she grasped onto your hand tightly, lacing her fingers with yours, “how… how… did you… know…?”

“I just knew… I knew you needed me…”

“I’m so… sorry…”

“Shhhh… shhh… stop…” your own tears fell onto her shoulder and you rubbed your thumb over hers, “that doesn’t matter…”

“I… I… I fucked up…”

“It’s going to be okay…”

The next hour was a whirlwind. You stayed at Reneé’s side the entire time while the paramedics came and checked on her in the hotel bathroom. Then they got her onto a stretcher and brought her into the ambulance. You held her hand the whole time.

You were there as Reneé got checked into the hospital ER. She was asked a million questions that she struggled to answer, not remembering much of anything from her night. Reneé kept looking over at you with panic in her eyes.

“It’s okay, just do your best,” you whispered.

The ER nurse took her vitals, drew blood, gave her fluids through an IV, and had Reneé provide a urine sample. Then, she left the two of you alone in a sterile exam room to wait.

Reneé’s mind and body were exhausted. She had dark circles under her eyes. Her lips were dry. She shivered and trembled in the uncomfortable hospital bed. But she held on tightly to your hand like it was her lifeline.

You squeezed her hand back and smiled softly, “I’m here,” you’d say, “I’ve got you.”

She nodded and tears escaped from the corners of her eyes. You reached out and wiped them away with the thumb of your free hand, “it’s gonna be alright.”

Reneé leaned into your touch and closed her eyes.

“Reneé,” you whispered, “I want to leave the choice up to you, do you want me to call your parents?”

She shook her head, “please, don’t… not yet… I don’t want them to freak out and get on a plane… I’ll tell them… when I’m ready… I promise…”

You nod your head, “okay, Nae. If that’s what you want.”

“Thank you…” she sniffled.

You leaned forward and lightly kissed the back of her hand.

“I wish you weren’t seeing me like this…” she mumbled.

“Don’t even worry about that, Nae.”

She frowned and went quiet for a moment, then whispered, “if you hadn’t found me…”

“Shh… don’t go there…”

“I’ve been such an idiot. I should have listened to you…”

“You’re not an idiot, Reneé.”

“I thought I could make it go away…”

“I don’t understand… make what go away?”

Reneé stared at you for a moment, debating whether or not to say what was on her mind. You squeezed her hand again and gave her a pleading expression.

But before Reneé could speak, there was a knock on the door and it began to open. Reneé closed her mouth, let go of your hand and directed her attention to the door.

A doctor and a police officer came into the room together and shut the door. Reneé’s eyes widened. The doctor sat down on a rolling stool and explained what they knew so far. She had a high blood alcohol level, and an intense cocktail of drugs in her system, which included weed, cocaine and ketamine.

The doctor continued and asked Reneé if she would be willing to undergo a sexual assault examination.

To your shock, Reneé adamantly shook her head.

“No… no, I don’t want to do that,” she said.

“Are you absolutely sure?” The doctor asked.

“I’m sure… I just want this to be over.”

The doctor nodded slowly, “it’s your choice. If you change your mind, just let someone know, but the sooner it’s done, the more likely it is we will find actionable results. For now, though, this officer has some questions for you and then I’ll have a nurse come back in to discuss some rehabilitation options with you, alright?”

Reneé nodded. The doctor stood up and left the room. You met Reneé’s eyes and repeated the doctor’s question, “Nae, are you sure?”

“I’m sure,” she snapped.

The officer then pulled out a notebook and began asking Reneé questions about her night. Who she was with, who had the drugs, where did they get them, what she remembered leading up to going to the hotel bathroom…

Reneé maintained that she didn’t remember much of the night. She didn’t know how anyone got the drugs. She didn’t know if she was alone when she went to the bathroom or not. She didn’t know what happened to the guy that she was with.

You sat beside her and listened to the conversation. The more questions she was asked, the more emotional Reneé became. She started to cry and you just caressed her arm until the officer was finally satisfied and left.

Over the next hour, a nurse came in and gave Reneé some brochures for drug rehabilitation programs and then took her vitals one last time before discharging her.

You left the hospital and called an Uber. Reneé gently took your phone from you and added a stop to the ride and then handed your phone back to you.

You looked at what she added, “a CVS? What for?”

“I have to get something.”

“Okay.”

The car pulled up and you got inside. You thought of asking her to finish what she was saying before the doctor interrupted but inside, you rode in silence. The driver parked at the pharmacy and Reneé moved to get out of the car.

“Want me to come with?”

“No, stay here,” she instructed.

You waited in the car while Reneé ran into the pharmacy. She was back no more than five minutes later with a small bag.

The driver continued on and finally dropped you both off at your apartment, which was Reneé’s request. You unlocked your apartment door and she went inside and went straight to your kitchen and poured herself a glass of water.

She reached into her bag from the CVS and then looked at you with a serious expression, “I don’t want to talk about this, okay?”

You raised an eyebrow at her but didn’t say anything in response.

Reneé pulled a Plan B package out of the pharmacy bag and your heart sunk. She opened it and briefly skimmed the instructions on the packaging and then took the pill and drank the whole glass of water.

“Nae…”

“Don’t.”

“I wasn’t going to say anything… I’m just… sorry.”

She sighed, “you didn’t do anything worth apologizing for.”

“I’m sorry that this happened. I’m sorry that I wasn’t there.”

“You were there. You did everything you could’ve.” She stared for a long moment at her own hands planted on your kitchen counter, “I’m exhausted…”

“I’ll get you some clothes to wear to bed.”

Reneé nodded her head.

Before going to your bedroom you slowly approached her and held your arms out. She looked at you out of the corner of her eye and then suddenly turned and collapsed into your offer of a hug. She grasped you tightly, squeezing the fabric of your shirt in her fists and she sobbed. The floodgates burst open and the woman bawled into the crook of your neck with unprecedented force.

You must’ve held her like that for twenty minutes. Eventually, you dropped your hands from her back to her thighs and you lifted her up in your arms for her to koala around your front, wrapping her legs around your hips and keeping her face buried against your shoulder.

You carried her carefully down the hall to your bedroom and set her gently down on the edge of your bed.

You went to step away to grab clothes for her to change into but she held onto you, “Wait…”

“Okay, alright… I’m here,” you assured. You sat down beside her on the bed and she leaned against you.

“D-don’t leave,” her voice cracked as she spoke, “I don’t want to be alone tonight…”

“I won’t leave, Nae. I’m right here.”

There was another long period of silence where she just leaned against you and closed her eyes while you rubbed her back. She finally let you get up to grab clothes for her and then she asked for your help to change.

You gently helped her out of her party clothes which bore the evidence of whatever it was that she had gone through and she put on one of your oversized t-shirts and a pair of your plaid boxers that you often wore to bed.

After that, you tucked her into bed and she reached for your hand, “please, stay with me.”

You held her hand, “I’ll stay. I promise.”

“Will you hold me?”

You nodded, “of course.”

You crawled into the bed behind her and wrapped yourself around her in a protective embrace. She held your hands tightly in hers and clutched them against her chest. You could tell that she was trying to match the pace of your breathing.

“It’s okay…” you whispered, “I’ve got you…”

You didn’t want to be having the thoughts that you were having. You didn’t want to be thinking about how her hair smelled or how her skin felt or how much you’ve always wanted to cuddle her like this in your bed or how she looked wearing your clothes. It wasn’t right for you to be thinking about those things when she was having the hardest night of her life. You just needed to be a good friend right now.

Reneé shivered and whispered into the darkness, breathing your name gently.

“Yeah?”

“I…” she began.

You waited for her to continue. You held your breath, not knowing, but hoping against all hope that she would finish that sentence.

“I…” she tried again, “... thank you.”

“Oh… yeah, you’re welcome… of course.” You squeezed her hand once more, unsure whether the squeeze was your way of saying it’s okay, I love you or goddammit please just say it or I’ll wait for as long as you need me to. Maybe it was all of the above. Maybe it was just goodnight.

Either way, Reneé returned the squeeze with three pulses and then she fell asleep in your arms.

#renee rapp #renee rapp fanfiction #real person fiction #renee rapp au #renee rapp snow angel #renee rapp & reader #my fanfiction #my writing #original writing #cw: drugs #cw: blood #cw: assault #cw: overdose

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therain-lover · 5 months

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Do not blink. Do not think to hard. Do not wake up (wake up). You do not know what you are, (you have forgotten) you do not want to know. (Keep dreaming)

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Very cagey about showing skin (he may or may not remember what his face looks like…), which could feasibly be described as porcelain or paper-like. His fingertips are permanently stained with redstone.

Bdubs swears the angel features are new… but as far as anyone can really remember, he’s always looked like that. 👀

#etho fanart #ethoslab #weeping angel etho #secret life #my art #i guess cuz of the weeping angel stuff #dreamingverse au #while plenty of creators/players are happy to cite him as an inspiration for their redstone work #he is even among hermits far more myth than man to the general populace #quantifiable citing of him are few and far between so he’s really a criptid haunting deep woods and snow swept mountains at times

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theautismgoblin · 4 months

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Okay so in the Prohibited Wish server we were goofing off today, annnnddd I did some things!!!

Some funni drawing I did!!

More Good Omens au, also a Bil Cipher I drew cause someone said Chaos (which made them angy (like in a funni way))

And the two fighting .... Well more like Demon Prismo instigating a fight and Angel Scarab choosing to start said fight. Also G!Scarab's weapon is a flaming mandible, and G!Prismo's weapon is a dice shaped like the time room (it was used in his Angel days to jumpstart stars with beams from the many openings)

And a New Au, which I'm calling the Snow Genie AU.. Where Prismo is the Ice King and Scarab is Betty (they kept their personalities though)

Scarab was human but then got hit with the mutugen stuff, and somehow survived.. He's in the future to get revenge on Prismo (where he steals Magic Man's powers)

Prismo is still lazy and not responsible, but the one responsible thing he did was try to raise Finn.

Where like Simon he left, but made sure Finn could survive on his own. Though the first gift Prismo gave Finn was the sword, which he found in a weird cellar (yeas it's the demon blood sword)

.. what else.. Oh yeah, so Finn does survive (he becomes a vampire and cause of his good nature, offs the vampires much like Marcy did.. but he doesn't have their abilities... Other than basic vampire stuff)

Prismo found a dog too.. which looks like Jake (he calls him Gunther tho, he is a son of an alien and does a bunch of weird stuff but doesn't talk)

Also a first sketch of Magic Scarab, which is when I remembered I hate drawing human Scarab...

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kristannafever · 3 months

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A Snow Angel and a Substitute

Kristanna Modern AU Rated: T+ WC: 7122

~Completely self indulgent oneshot

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“Yo, Mr. B!”

Kristoff turned around right as the snowball exploded against his shoulder. His eyes narrowed at the three teenage boys who were busting a gut laughing.

“Get your asses to class!” he yelled, a smirk pulling at the side of his mouth as he brushed the snow off his jacket.

The boys grinned at him and took off running through the deep snow. Kristoff shook his head and resumed his work with the shovel. It was a crying shame their rural school never got the walks cleared in the morning in time, forcing parents and children to navigate the blinding white landscape. He’d seen his fair share of people slip and fall, not to mention that one time he took a tumble on the way to his truck after school.

More students filed off the buses, stepping around him as he resumed shoveling the snow. It was a long walkway along the front of the school to the bus loop, and he was going to have to hurry back inside to make it in time for the second bell to teach his class.

*****

“There he goes again.”

Anna looked up from where she was sitting at one of the tables in the staff break room. There were four other teachers, all ladies, looking out the window at someone. This was a new school for her and her first time substituting at it; if she knew the other teachers better, she might go see that the commotion was about.

“He’s such an angel for doing that,” one of them said.

“Every time it snows. And he always has a smile on his face,” the first one who spoke answered.

“If I wasn’t married, I would be all over him,” another woman said through a dreamy sigh.

“Ha. Get in line. Almost all of us single ladies have already tried and failed to get a date.”

Anna had no idea what they were talking about but curiosity got the better of her and she got up and approached the window. Outside was a tall man, his blond hair decorated with snowflakes, shoveling the walkways around the school.

The one who spoke first turned slightly, noticing Anna’s presence. “Oh, you’re Miss Arendelle, right? The sub for Mrs. Gleeman’s class?”

“That’s me.” She smiled. “I’m Anna.”

“I’m Tracy. Welcome to the school.” She offered her hand and Anna shook it. “You get a good look at Mr. B out there?”

“Mr. B?” Anna asked.

Tracy gave her a wicked smile. “Mr. Kristoff Bjorgman. He teaches science in the junior high wing. You’ll see once you meet him.”

Anna was certainly intrigued. She imagined she’d have a chance to bump into him since she was taking over the Junior High’s English period in the same wing for the entire month while Mrs. Gleeman recovered from knee surgery.

The rest of the teachers introduced themselves and Anna found them all to be warm and inviting. They included her in their conversation about the goings-on of the school until the first bell rang and all the women broke up to head to their classrooms.

Anna headed to the classroom that the principal had shown her when she’d arrived, and turned the corner to come face to face with a very snow-covered blond man whom she’d been looking at only moments before.

“Oh, hello…” he said, shaking snow off his hair and then brushing it off the shoulders of his coat. “You must be subbing for Mrs. G.”

Anna was immediately enamored with the pink hue of his cheeks from being out in the cold and exerting himself with the shovel. “I am,” she said with a smile. “My name is Anna.”

“Kristoff,” he said, and offered a hand. “Kids call me Mr. B.”

Anna shook it, expecting it to be cold, but instead it was delightfully warm. “Nice to meet you, Kristoff.”

He gave her a tiny smile. “Have a good morning.” Then he walked around her and straight to the classroom beside hers.

Anna paused at the door to her classroom and took a deep breath. It was always nerve-racking teaching in a new school she wasn’t familiar with, and grade seven was by far the most ruthless grade she’d ever taught for. With any luck, she’d get through the day without having a nervous breakdown.

-----

So far, the morning had gone off without too much issue. There were some rowdy boys in the class to be sure, but none of them did anything too rash beyond talking when they weren’t supposed to be. The biggest distraction of the morning happened when the classroom next to theirs erupted with noise.

Her students had been reading quietly to prepare for the book report they were going to do on their chosen book, when there was a whooshing sound, a class full of teenagers oohing and ahhing, and then ruckus laughter. It filtered through the wall with remarkable clarity.

“I can’t wait for science,” whispered one of the boys in the back to his friend.

“Me either,” his friend responded. “Mr. B is the best!”

That brought hushed murmurs of agreement from other students and within seconds they were all talking. Anna looked at the clock, and with only five minutes left in the period, she figured she’d let them be. In the meantime, she took the opportunity to look up this Mr. B on line, only to find that he had no presence there beyond being listed as a teacher on the school’s website.

The bell rang and the kids filed out to head to their next class. Not long after the grade eights filed in, talking and laughing. Anna had read over their curriculum and was prepared. That class went a little quicker since they were discussing their upcoming biography projects and Anna had to answer a lot of questions before the bell rang for lunch.

Anna lingered a moment to gather her notes for the grade nine’s she would be teaching after lunch, then grabbed her bag and headed for the staff room. Walking passed Mr. B’s classroom, she noticed him out of the corner of her eye. Pausing, she turned towards the open door and leaned against the frame.

“Do all the teachers eat lunch in their classrooms?”

His head remained still but his eyes looked up from the book he was reading, a sandwich paused half way to his mouth in his other hand. He blinked at her and finally brough his head up, setting his lunch down. “Um, no. But I do.”

“Oh?” Anna cocked her head to the side. “Is everyone here that insufferable?”

A smirk played out on his lips and he set his book down, looking away from her eyes. “No, nothing like that. I just like peace and quiet.”

Anna nodded slowly. “I get it. Sometimes I need a breather from all the talking and listening to the students.”

Kristoff looked back and smiled at her but didn’t look like he was going to say anything in response, so Anna told him to have a good lunch and headed to the staff room.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Kristoff was out there again the next morning, shoveling the snow that had fallen overnight. The school district crews had been there in the afternoon to clear the accumulation from the day, but everything was once again under a blanket of snow.

Anna walked into the staff room to a nearly identical scene from the morning before, only this time where were five other female teachers lined up at the window. She didn’t bother to join them since it seemed a little juvenile. Not that she didn’t understand; he truly was a very handsome man, but why bother ogling when he wasn’t interested. Anna certainly would have joined him if he’d offered her to eat lunch with him yesterday. Only he hadn’t, so it was fair to assume there was no interest for her either.

She put her lunch in the fridge and headed to her classroom. There were already a few students milling around in it, and she got everything set up for the day. Then the junior high door opened and shut and the sound of someone stomping boots on the mat came down the hallway. Kristoff breezed by her open door a moment later on his way to his classroom without sparing her so much as a glance.

“Yo, Mr. B!” came through the wall a moment later, and the sound of kids bombarding him with comments and questions was drowned out by the second bell.

The day progressed much like the day before, only with the other grade seven and eight classes. Then the lunch bell rang and Anna headed to the staff room, glancing briefly in Kristoff’s classroom to find it empty. As soon as she entered the staff area, she could see why. He was digging around in the fridge, bent at the waist, with every single pair of female eyes staring at his wonderfully shaped back side.

Anna fought with a smile and the urge to break out with laughter. These women were worse than love struck teenagers.

Kristoff pulled out a brown paper bag and shut the fridge as he turned in her direction. He almost slammed right into her, and had to stumble back a step. “Oh, sorry. Didn’t mean to almost run you over.”

“No worries.” Anna smiled at him.

The side of his mouth curved up in response but he walked around her and said, “Have a good lunch.”

“You too,” Anna said to his back as he left the room.

Silence stretched on for a moment when Tracy piped up. “He is so fine.”

A male teacher sitting at a table guffawed at her comment. “Put it back in your pants, you cougar. He ain’t interested.”

“I know that,” she snapped at him. “Doesn’t mean I can’t appreciate that fine form. Not to mention that perfect ass.”

Some of the ladies in the room giggled while the male teacher rolled his eyes with comedic drama that told her the ribbing was all in good fun. Anna turned away from the group and grabbed her lunch and found a spot to eat while conversations turned away from the attractiveness of co-workers.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Kristoff never had to shovel the next morning, which disappointed him just a little. He liked doing it, getting out in the cold fresh air and making life a little better for the parents and students. One of the gym teachers used to do it, but the guy only shoveled the entryway to the front doors, so when Kristoff got to the shovel before him one morning, he never made a move to grab it again. It was for the better. This way the entre walkway was free and clear of deep snow, and Kristoff always got the de-icer to sprinkle if there was ice left on the walks.

One of the good things about not having to shovel at least was not seeing a bunch of faces staring at him from the window of the staff room. Some of those ladies were relentless.

At least it was hump-day and Kristoff was excited to dazzle the kids with another experiment. He put his lunch in the fridge, ignoring the stares, and went to his classroom to organize his day. As the kids filtered in, he was greeted warmly.

He tried not to listen to much of what they were saying, especially when he heard a swear word or two fall out of their mouths, but one of the boys talking caught his attention when he mentioned ‘Miss A’.

“… is so awesome. She’s so chill. I like her.”

“Dude, she’s hot!”

“Jackson!” Kristoff warned, not bringing his eyes up from the quiz he was grading. “Inappropriate.”

“Sorry, Mr. B,” Jackson responded sheepishly.

Kristoff went back to his work. He understood these kids had hormones fucking up their brains at this age. Hell, he’d received googly eyes from plenty of the girls over his years teaching. It was natural for them to feel those feelings. And of course, not one of them ever acted on them. Which sadly, couldn’t be said for all teachers.

He’d worked with a guy before who’d crossed the line with one of his students. Kristoff laid him out with one punch when he found out, and got him fired on the spot. The girl was consenting and technically eighteen, but it was still so fucking wrong.

He saw a flash of colour scurry past his open door and met Anna’s eyes for one brief second as she hurried down the hall. Kristoff stared at nothing for a moment, regretting not thinking of something better to say to her when she’d stopped by his classroom that first day. Truth is, she was hot. And he was instantly captivated by her eyes and her easygoing smile.

The noise level in the room was getting out of hand so Kristoff had to rein in the students and begin class. The morning flew by, and before he knew it, the lunch bell was ringing and he was swiftly left alone in his classroom. He hurried to grab his lunch and managed to get out before too many people came in, and was once again alone in the solitude of his classroom a moment later.

Mid way through unpacking his sandwiches, a familiar voice came from his open door.

“How do you do it?” she asked.

Kristoff looked at her, those clear blue, intelligent, eyes, and felt a jolt of longing. He hadn’t really ever felt an attraction like this before, and it went well beyond her looks.

“How do I do what?”

“Get them to love you so much,” she said with mock exasperation as she took a couple steps into the room and threw her hands up dramatically. “Those kids adore you.”

He felt his cheeks warm instantly, and shrugged to her. “I just like teaching science.”

She shook her head and crossed her arms over her chest. “Nuh uh. It’s more than that. You have a natural talent for reaching these young people. They look up to you, and they listen to you, and most importantly, they learn from you.”

The heat in his face deepened and he had no idea what to say.

She sighed. “We all had those teachers growing up. You remember, right? The one, or if you’re lucky, two, that really make a difference. The one’s that leave an impression. You are one of those. How do you do it?”

Kristoff was at a complete loss for words. No one had ever said anything so flattering to him before. He was further taken with her.

“Well, I’ll leave you to it then.” She uncrossed her arms and turned back towards the door.

He had a moment of panic, wanting this conversation to keep going only his mind was still drawing a blank. She was almost out of sight when words finally came to him and came out with halting awkwardness. “I don’t really know how… I just love science.”

She turned back and looked at him with curiosity. “You really don’t have like, a secret, or something?”

He shook his head. “No. Not at all. In fact, I’m actually a really quiet person. I just… like talking about science.”

Anna stared at him, making him a little uncomfortable. “So you’re basically a unicorn,” she said finally.

The absurdity of the statement made him laugh. “What?”

She waved her hand in front of her face. “Never mind. Just means you’re a rare individual.” Then she turned and disappeared out the door before he could utter another word.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

He was tired as hell, and shoveling the dump of snow that had fallen overnight was hard work. By the time he stomped his snow-covered boots on the mat and changed into his school sneakers, he was ready to call it a day and go home. Only the day was only just starting.

The reason he couldn’t sleep, appeared rushing to her classroom as he approached his door, and she threw him one of those breathtaking smiles as she passed him.

All morning, he struggled to concentrate, leaving his kids quietly passing silent glances at one another. He finally had more than he could take and told them to just take out their textbooks and read over the material in their unit to study for the upcoming test next week. While they silently worked, he stared at his computer and tried to make himself work.

He almost dozed off and the bell ran, startling him, which was embarrassingly noticed by almost all of his students. They filtered out of the class throwing him questioning glances and his next class sauntered in. He managed to hold it together a bit better, then he looked at the clock, realized how much time was left, and told them to do the same as he did with his other class.

Miss A… Anna… was thoroughly under his skin.

By the time the lunch bell rang, it felt like eight hours had passed instead of four. He went to the corner of his desk where he’d thrown his lunch bag when he came in. He was too tired to put it in the fridge and he pulled the items out without really thinking about it and started to eat his first sandwich.

Then she was at his door again.

“It’s noticeably quiet over here today.”

“Pardon?” he asked, his tired mind trying to understand.

“Your classes are kind of loud,” she said, walking into the room and right up to his desk.

He swallowed the sudden thickness in his throat and maintained eye contact with her. “I’m sorry. I don’t mean to be a disruption.”

She gave him a brilliant smile. “That’s not what I’m saying.” Anna grabbed a nearby student chair and pulled it towards his desk, sitting across from him. “I just mean the kids seem a little less upbeat today. And… so do you.”

Did that mean she had been watching him while he was shoveling? Did she notice that his enthusiasm was not what it was at the beginning of the week?

“Just tired…” was all he could think of to say.

She stared back at him with eyes that were more knowing than anyone else he’d ever met. “I get it. We all have those days. That’s why the kids seem quiet. They feed off your energy, and when you don’t have it, they worry.”

He frowned. “You think they worry about me?”

“Of course they do! That’s all I heard murmured when my next class came in. They come straight from you to me.”

“They noticed,” he said more to himself than Anna as his gaze fell to his desk. He was a little taken aback, as this had never really happened to him before. Upon reflection, he supposed he was pretty constant with his attitude. No wonder the kids were thrown off.

She nodded. “Don’t worry, no one is saying anything bad. Just that you look tired.”

He looked back into her eyes. “Yeah, I am tired.”

“Why?”

Shit, if his tiredness was throwing his kids off, her question as to why certainty threw him off. “Just a restless night,” he said carefully.

“That’s too bad.” She frowned. “Everything okay? You need to talk about something?”

The fact that the reason he couldn’t sleep was asking him why, was amusing his tired brain. “No, it’s all good. Just couldn’t stop thinking.”

“Ah, I have those nights once in a while.” She leaned back in the chair. “Definitely no fun.”

He shook his head slowly, watching her eyes as they flicked to the clock and then back to his desk, before finally coming up and meeting his gaze. It was all over her face; she was going to get up and leave him to his solitude and join the masses in the break room. All he had to do was say the words. She stood and it came out of his mouth.

“If you want, you can bring your lunch here and we could talk.”

A slow smile spread across her face. “Sure. I’ll be right back.”

Kristoff watched her leave the room and caught her eyes as she looked back at him. That was a good sign.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Anna had a restless night, and now she had a better understanding of why Kristoff had looked tired the day before.

The talk they had over their short lunch, had opened up something between them. It was there, and real, and she could feel it. Kristoff could too, she could tell. His eyes bored into hers as they talked, taking her in in the way she was taking him in with hers. And then the bell rang way too soon.

Anna went back to her room feeling fluttery and light. She even lingered a moment after class, and waited until she saw him walk past her room, looking in and smiling. She’d called out that she’d walk to the parking lot with him, and he waited while she put on her coat and grabbed her purse. The talk was brief, but she was suddenly desperate to find out everything about him.

And then he was on her mind all night long.

The next morning, it hadn’t snowed and the forecast was for clear skies, so Anna went into her classroom early, not surprised one little bit that Kristoff was in his. She stopped by his door and noticed there was only one kid there so far, reading quietly at his desk. She was hoping for an empty classroom but this was going to have to do and the student in question was a quiet one. Not that this wasn’t going to start a rumor.

She approached the desk where he was going through some papers. “Morning, Kristoff. How are you?”

He looked up quickly and have her an even quicker smile. “Morning! I’m Good, how about you, Anna?”

“I’m good. A little tired, but you know… pretty good.” She suddenly felt a little flustered in his warm brown gaze.

“Hmm. Didn’t sleep well?”

“Not really.”

“Seems to be going around.”

Anna did not miss what he meant by that and by the way he was looking at her. “How about you? You catch up on your rest?”

His smile widened and he chuckled low. “Went to bed at eight, so yeah. Got nine hours in.”

“That’s great! I imagine your class will be lively again today.”

“With the experiment I have planned to show the kids, we’ll definitely be disturbing you.”

Anna grinned at him. “Wonderful. I love hearing the kids have fun.”

“If it gets too loud though, please let me know. Mrs. G complained to me all the time.”

“I promise it won’t,” she said, noticing a few kids filtering into the class behind her. If she was going to go for it, she better get it out now. “Have a fun morning, and if you want, you can join me in my classroom today for lunch?”

One eyebrow twitched up ever so slightly. “Sure. I’d love to.”

-----

Despite Anna’s attempt to keep things low key, she was already hearing kids talk rumors. And it had only taken a matter of hours for the gossip to spread. The kids were apparently tickled pink with the idea of Miss A and Mr. B getting together and going on a date. Now all Anna had to do was get Kristoff to ask her out on one.

Kristoff showed up for lunch before all the kids had left the room, which she knew would further stoke the flames of the chatter. Not that she really cared.

He asked her all about how she got into teaching and she had a great time talking to him, then the bell rang and they finished teaching out their day and walking to the parking lot together again. He bid her a good night but did not ask her out. It had disappointed her, but Kristoff seemed kind of laid-back to her, like he just rolled with it, so maybe he just had no presence of mind to rush things. Unlike Anna, who had already pictured kissing him, among other things, about a dozen times.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Kristoff parked in the staff lot and lingered in his truck a moment. There was no snow to shovel, so no real reason to hurry into the school so early. That, and Anna’s car wasn’t there yet.

He was going to ask her out on a date, of that he was certain. What he wasn’t so certain about was whether or not it was a good idea. He’d already heard the kids whisper about them, and it bothered him. He was very careful to maintain professionalism in the workplace, and while there were absolutely no rules about dating a staff member, the fact that the kids were so into it was weird to him.

He decided to let it go when he saw Anna’s car pull of the main road and made a show of slowly grabbing his bag and getting out of the truck so it wasn’t obvious that he had waited for her. She parked beside him with a bright smile while he shut his door and lingered. Her head popped up over the roof of the car a moment later.

“Morning, Kristoff. Walk in with me?”

He smiled. “Sure.”

“Just a sec…” She disappeared back into her car to gather her things.

“No problem.” It took her a moment, making him smile a little more. Finally, she gathered her bag and her purse and shut her door.

“TGIF, am I right?” She laughed, falling in step beside him.

“Definitely. Any plans for the weekend?”

“Eh, not really. Call my sister on Sunday, but that’s about it. Maybe some Christmas shopping. I like to get that done early.”

So did Kristoff. In fact, he was already done.

“How about you?” she asked, as they rounded the bus loop and headed towards the front doors.

“Oh, not too much. Go to my folks for dinner on Sunday.” He took a quick breath and went for it. “Maybe take you out for dinner tomorrow night?”

Anna stopped in her tracks only feet from the front door and Kristoff resisted the urge to look at the staff window to see who was spying on them. That was the whole reason he wanted to ask her when they were alone. The gossip among the staff was sometimes worse than the children.

She smiled at him in a way he hadn’t yet seen, and it made his stomach do little flips. “Sure, Kristoff. I would love that.”

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

On Monday morning, Anna was accosted by Tracy in the staff room.

The woman had her hands on her hips. “So you and Mr. B went on a date this weekend?”

Anna bristled at the stern look from the older woman. “How in the hell did you hear about that?” She’d been careful not to let the kids know about their date plans, and no one had been around when he’d asked her.

“Janice, the kindergarten teacher, was at the restaurant that night and saw the two of you canoodling over dinner.”

“So? Two consenting adults going on a date isn’t a crime.”

“It is when the man is that fine,” Tracy said, arching and eyebrow and giving Anna and evil smile. “Good for you, girl.”

Anna smiled and giggled nervously with no idea of how to respond to that.

“I’m just joking with you, Anna. Relax.” Tracy left the staff room laughing to herself and Anna’s cheeks were on fire.

She quickly grabbed another coffee and rushed to her classroom, stopping briefly by Kristoff’s open door to smile at him. Their date, had been magical. Kristoff was wonderful, kind, honest, intelligent, and sexy as all get out. He was the man she’d been looking for her entire life. The sparks flew, and yeah, she supposed they were canoodling over dinner.

Then Kristoff dropped her off at her place, declined the invite inside, then kissed her in the most wonderful, yet chaste way, leaving her weak in the knees. She was already head over heels about him and could not wait to go on their next date. If all went well, they’d be spending more of the weekend together than just their Friday night.

*****

Kristoff went on with explaining the science projects that the kids were going to create and test, but his mind was completely occupied with thoughts of Anna and how he already knew that he was going to fall deeply in love with her.

She ignited things in his soul that he didn’t even know were there. Time with her was some of the best of his entire life. And the best part was, he could feel the same kind of energy coming from Anna. She had wanted him to come into her place when he dropped her off, she made that very clear. But Kristoff was raised with respect and somehow, he managed to decline despite what his body was telling him. They were going out again this Friday and he knew she was going to ask again for him to come in after their date, and while he planned to say no, wanting to hold out for the third, he had to wonder if he’d have enough strength to deny her again.

SIX MONTHS LATER

It turned out that Kristoff did not possess the strength to be able to deny her again, and after their second date, him and Anna made love for the first time. They were inseparable after that.

Anna had been set to leave the school when Mrs. Gleeman returned, only to be informed that the healing was taking its toll on the much older woman, and she’d need another three to four weeks of recovery. Kristoff was sad that Mrs. G (even as grouchy as she always was to him) was having a hard time, but happy that meant Anna would be at the school a little longer. And with the thought of her eventually leaving the school looming in his mind, he asked her to move in with him only five weeks after their first date.

His home had never felt like home until Anna had moved in. She made his life so much better, and they did absolutely everything together. Except, at school it was business, and they kept the fact that they were so involved, from everyone there. Even Tracy had stopped pestering Anna after not getting the information she wanted. The kids still talked, because Kristoff and Anna still took turns eating lunch in each other’s classrooms, but with no ammo besides a healthy friendship, the murmurs soon ceased.

More time went on and Anna had been getting genuinely depressed when it was looking like she’d have to move onto another school to substitute at, when low and behold, Mrs. G showed up one morning to meet with the principal and Anna.

Mrs. Gleeman’s daughter, lifelong friends with one of the mothers who Anna taught, had commented about her improvement in her child’s grades and the fact that she was genuinely having a better time at school. Apparently, Anna’s sharp ears, zero tolerance for bullying and taunting, and constant encouragement to be kind and to help one another, had put an end to her friend’s daughter getting picked on. Now she even had a couple of good friends and raved about what a great teacher Miss A was. And apparently, they were not the first parent to comment on the positive changes in their children.

By the end of that meeting, with Mrs. Gleeman’s plans to retire early and her encouragement, Anna had a permanent job teaching junior high English. She had thanked the older woman and the principal profusely, and went back to her classroom weeping with happiness. Her students, shocked to see her in such a state, inquired to her emotion. Kristoff had never heard such a ruckus roar of approval coming from her classroom as she told them she wasn’t going anywhere. By the end of that day, it was all the kids who entered his class could talk about.

Then, the inevitable happened. Him and Anna were out bowling on a date in town, when one of their students happened to be there at the same time. Neither he or Anna had noticed the kid until after a bunch of PDA, and by then it was much too late. They decided to pretend the student wasn’t there and went about their date. And as they expected, the following Monday, tongues were wagging among the kids, and they had not stopped for over a week. Therefore, by that second Friday since that date, Kristoff had an idea to put that to rest once and for all.

He had to put his plan together quickly, informing the principal and other junior high teachers for approval before getting the most important part of his plan. He was a little nervous, having only been with Anna for six months, but knowing beyond a shadow of a doubt that they were meant for each other.

The morning finally came, and all the junior high students were called into the gym to address the rumors that had been flying around for the past couple weeks. Kristoff watched them all file in, shaking with nerves. He couldn’t believe he was about to do this, but having Anna stand by his side, filled him with confidence.

“How could they not have given us a heads up that we had to address this?” she asked him, leaning over to speak low as the remaining kids and teachers came into the gym. She’d been informed by the principal at the same time as her class that they were all about to meet to talk about two teachers rumored to be in a relationship.

“Uh, actually, this was my idea.”

Anna’s head snapped in his direction and she looked at him with wide questioning eyes. “And you didn’t tell me?”

Kristoff pursed his lips but didn’t answer her. The door to the gym swung shut with the last teacher ushering the kids in and he decided to just go for it.

“Hey, hey!” He held up his hands. “Quiet down.” The kids were too excited and the volume didn’t drop one bit. “Quiet down, please!” he said, louder, repeating himself a few times, and finally the murmurs died down.

He spared a glance at Anna standing beside him, her cheeks alight with embarrassment and looking over all the kids to the back of the room. He felt a pang of regret, like this was suddenly a really bad idea, then he looked back at the kids and found renewed strength.

“I’ve had several students mention something to me,” he started. “Raise your hand if you’ve heard a rumor about Miss A and I.”

Every single student raised their hands and started to giggle and talk. The noise level took off again and Kristoff had to speak over the din. “Hands down. Okay! Hands down, quiet please.”

The students all quieted and Kristoff resumed his speech. “There is a rumor going around that Miss A and I are dating. So I think it’s about time that we address that rumor, and confirm that the answer is… yes, Miss A and I are dating.”

The kids freaked out. They all shouted with genuine glee and Kristoff looked over to see Anna smiling despite the fact that her face was now crimson. She looked back at him still shocked and wondering what in the hell he was doing given the fact that he had not mentioned this to her beforehand, but also looking a bit more relaxed about the whole ordeal.

It took him a moment to settle the kids back down, all the while his heart hammered away in his chest. Once the students were finally settled again, he went for it.

“The truth is, we are a little more than dating…” The murmurs began so Kristoff talked over them to get it out and not prolong this any more than it already had been. “Because I am completely in love with her.”

The kids gasped and started to cheer again and Anna had started to get emotional at the clear delight and support from their students. She wiped at her glistening eyes as she looked back at Kristoff, and he raised his hand, waiting a moment to get enough of the chatter down to finish this.

“Quiet, please,” he said loudly, his hand slipping into his pocket. “Quiet down!” The noise died and Kristoff took one last nervous swallow, slowly turning to Anna and sinking to his knee. “I was wondering if Miss A, would like to become Mrs. B?”

Anna’s hands flew to her mouth as the gym erupted with excited screaming. All Kristoff could do was look at her in question as his words would be drown out by the excited teenagers. She nodded an enthusiastic yes before offering him her hand to slip the ring onto. As soon as it was in place he was up on his feet, pulling her into a protective hug while the students carried on their joy for their teachers. He knew she was going to be shocked, made evident to him in the way she was shaking in his arms, but he knew she would appreciate his plan.

And she did. Later that night, after a celebratory dinner, she confided in him how wonderful his gesture was to include their kids, and how special she felt.

Then they made love and fell asleep in each other’s arms.

THE NEXT WINTER

“Yo, Mrs. B!”

Anna turned around and ducked anticipating what was about to happen. The snowball sailed over her head and she gave the now eighth graders a stern look, even though she couldn’t help but smile. “Get your butts to class, gentlemen!”

The boys laughed and took off to their door with Kristoff chuckling beside her. “Seem’s like I’m just chopped liver to them now,” he said. “Those snowballs used to have my title on them.”

Anna laughed. “Don’t worry. It’s the first snowfall of the season. I am sure the next one will have Mr. all over it.”

Kristoff hummed his amusement and him and Anna continued to shovel the walks. They decided to do it together since it would get done faster, and Kristoff mentioned to her that he was genuinely relived not to see a bunch of faces watching him from the staff room window anymore.

The whole junior high body was invited to their wedding ceremony. Not to it proper, of course that would have been crazy, but to watch the live stream if they were so inclined. After the first couple days of their honeymoon, Anna had checked and was surprised to see how many people had actually watched it. There were tons of wonderful and supportive comments.

Those first two weeks of newlywedded bliss exploring the fjords of Norway, had been the best of Anna’s entire life aside from the day she married her best friend. Kristoff was the most wonderful person she had ever met in her life, and she was thankful to be able to call him her husband.

They finished shoveling and returned to their classrooms to begin preparing for the day, when the principal made an announcement that he would like all the junior high students to assemble in the gym. Anna ushered her kids out of the classroom and received a concerned and questioning look from Kristoff when she met him in the hallway.

She shrugged her shoulders and kept back the smile that was fighting to form her lips. Anna had truly adored the way that Kristoff had proposed, but still vowed to herself to get him back.

The teachers gathered in the corner while the kids huddled together, sitting on the floor and waiting for whatever they were about to be told. The principal came in, greeted everyone, and got the ball rolling.

“Quiet down, please,” he said, gesturing with his hands for the kids to settle. “I’ve called you all in her to receive an announcement from one of our teachers. Mrs. Bjorgman, you have the floor.”

Kristoff’s head whipped in her direction and he stared at her with shock, so Anna decided to get it out while she still had the nerves.

“Well, I have to say that I am going to be taking a leave of absence.”

The students started to murmur with concern and Kristoff went so far as to reach out and grab her hand.

“Anna?” he asked quietly, his tone full of worry.

Anna looked back at him, gave hum a gentle smile, and returned to the kids. “I will be taking leave of my position at the end of April.”

Hands shot up with questions and Anna felt Kristoff squeeze her hand firmly but did not look over at him yet. She picked Brie, since she was sitting in the front row. “Yes, Brie?”

The grade sevener frowned. ““Are you coming back?”

“Yes, of course.”

The students started to murmur louder and Anna picked another kid with their hand up. “Yes, Brandon?”

“How long will you be gone?”

The students quieted down immediately to hear the answer. “A year.”

More hands shot up and Anna felt Kristoff squeeze her hand again. She picked another student. “Yes, Samantha?”

“Why are you leaving?”

Anna finally looked at Kristoff, and his expression was in awe. She knew he was too smart not to figure out what she was going to say next, and she smiled at him, eyes welling up with happy tears.

She turned back to the kids. “Mr. B and I are going to have a baby.”

Much like Kristoff’s proposal, the kids cheered for them, and Anna let the tears come as Kristoff pulled her into a protective hug.

“Anna, I am so happy,” Kristoff said, his voice wavering with emotion. “I can’t believe you’ve kept this a secret for four months.”

Anna laughed, not at all surprised Kristoff had done the math. She pulled back to look at his glassy eyes and happy smile. “Well, I had to get you back for that surprise proposal. So… surprise!”

He chuckled, and pulled her into another hug, the volume of the kids rising as they began talking excitedly. “This is the absolute best surprise,” he said in her ear. “Thank you, Anna.”

Anna hugged him back tighter. Her heart was happy and full, and she could not wait to meet their first baby in the spring.

#A Snow Angel and a Substitute #Cee wrote this mess #Kristoff #Anna #Kristanna #Kristanna modern au #oneshot #meet cute #end half is inspired by a repost of a cute teacher proposal on TikTok - Kudos to that op #also yeah the title is kinda stupid but I wrote this really quick wanted to share and honestly can't come up with anything else LOL

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