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empyreanwritings · 5 years

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Safe House

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x female!Reader

Word Count: 3.6k

Warnings: a smidge of angst and some sexual themes/situations

Request: Hi! Can you do a tasha × fem reader where kinda like in age of Ultron the team needs a place to lie low and so they show up at tasha and readers house and tasha is like guys this is (y/n). And tony is like this is your FREIND! (Y/n)! How nice! And everyone else just looks at him like wtf no they are obvi together and he's just like nahhhhhh. Until morning and they are basically having sex on the counter and reveal! Pregnant! Maybe? Thank you

This was tweaked a little bit, but I hope you still enjoy it! Feedback is always welcome and appreciated! (: x

Tony and Steve shared a look as they followed Clint and Nat to a farm house. They had never been to the area before, and they were unsure how exactly those two knew where to find this place. The only logical answer was that it was a safe house. But why had they been so secretive about it before?

When Steve initially brought up needing a place to lie low while Thor looked for answers, Nat had openly refused the idea of coming here. Clint had been the one to convince her after a lot of arguing. Obviously, this place meant something special to her, but she gave no indication as to why. Even now, she still wasn't happy about this arrangement.

The farm house was a decent size - two story with a beautiful wrap around porch. The paint was slightly chipped on the exterior, but everything else seemed kept up with. Trees surrounded the area, completely obscuring the view from the road. Unless someone knew where to look, they'd never know this place existed. It was peaceful. Quiet. Something the team needed after all their time spent in the city.

Nat pushed the door open slowly, peeking her head in first to make sure it was all clear. She waved in the three men and pointed them over to the living room. Clint had already made himself comfortable on the couch, but Steve and Tony weren't sure how to act. They shifted back and forth on their feet awkwardly until they heard footsteps coming down the stairs.

"Tasha?" The voice was light and full of excitement. "Is that you?"

Their eyes practically bulged out of their sockets when you rounded the corner. You had a bright smile on your face as you greeted Nat with a quick peck on the lips. The first they noticed was your incredibly swollen belly. You looked ready to pop at any second.

"I'm sorry I didn't call. There wasn't much time," Nat mumbled in your ear, and you shrugged. "Tony, Steve, this is Y/N my-"

"Roommate?" Tony interrupted. "Odd that you would want a pregnant roommate, but to each their own I guess. No judgement from me, Romanoff."

The room grew silent, and you could see the annoyance radiating off Nat. Her biggest pet peeve was when people would automatically assume you two were "just friends" or sisters. It shouldn't have been that big of a deal, but it was frustrating to constantly correct people and remind them that you were her wife. Her beautiful, witty, and occasional pain in the ass wife.

You placed your hand on Nat's arm, knowing it would instantly calm her attitude. "It's nice to meet you all. I've heard a lot about you guys, so it's nice to put names to faces. Is anyone hungry?"

"I am!" Clint piped in happily.

"Oh, are you?" You raised an eyebrow at him. "I've known you for how many years now, and you don't even bother to get up and say hi to me? You just sit on my couch and demand food?"

He quickly stood to rectify the situation, but you were already walking into the kitchen, pretending that he hurt your feelings. Nat smiled when he rushed after you with apologies pouring out of his mouth. It had been a few weeks since she saw you last, and it was beginning to hit her how badly she missed you.

"So," Tony cleared his throat, "How long have you and your. . .roommate been living together?"

"Tony." Steve's voice was quiet, trying to warn Tony that he was treading into dangerous territory.

"What? I'm just curious. I find it odd that we've never heard about her until now. I thought we were all closer than that. I have to say my feelings are a little hurt."

Nat rolled her eyes and decided against arguing with Tony today. After the stress they had been through today, she just wanted to enjoy your presence. She promptly turned on her heel and made her way into the kitchen where you were preparing for a stew you could throw into the slow cooker. It was easy and be enough to feed the three guests.

You silently hoped they didn't have large appetites because you really hated cooking to begin with. You didn't plan on making any more than you needed to.

Steve took a seat next to Clint at your table, while Tony opted to stay near the kitchen entryway. From the look on his face, you could see his thoughts were troubling him, which is why you didn't take his roommate comment to heart. He obviously wasn't fully himself. Something had happened to all of them the other day. You could see it in their weary faces. And even though she tried to play it off, you knew Nat had been affected as well.

"How far along are you?' Steve asked to try and fill the silence in the room.

You glanced back, offering him a warm smile. "I'm about seven months along now! I know that may seem surprising because of how big I am. I've been making jokes that I'm secretly having twins."

"Would that be such a bad thing?" Nat teased as she crouched in front of you and placed a tender kiss to your belly. She began cooing something that Steve couldn't quite make out, but it made his heart swell nonetheless.

He had never seen her be so soft. It was a touching surprise.

"It wouldn't be a bad thing, but we'd never get any sleep! I don't think my body couldn't handle it!"

The conversation seemed to flow easily after that. Steve asked questions about the baby and how you enjoy the farm house. He chose to stay away from personal territory like what you do for a living and how you met Nat because he knew she wouldn't like him knowing. She had kept you a secret for who knows how many years, and there was an obvious reason behind that: she wanted to keep you safe.

In their world loving someone was dangerous territory. They had to accept that at any moment they could lose them and that'd be it. No more love. No more happiness. It wasn't an easy life, and it was often spent very lonely.

He was surprised that Nat, of all people, allowed herself to be with you. She had so many covers and so many different identities, he didn't think she'd ever let herself be happy with someone like you. But that's why she was the one person who deserved it the most in this world. After everything she's been through, she deserved your love.

You noticed right away that Nat was quieter than the others during the entire conversation. She helped you prep the rolls to go with the stew and occasionally made a witty remark, but her mind seemed elsewhere. You wanted to ask her what was wrong, but you knew she'd never admit anything in front of the men. She was too prideful for that.

So, you popped the rolls in the oven and made a mental note to ask her about it later.

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The men offered to clean the kitchen since you made dinner, and you were not inclined to say no. Dishes were your least favorite chore, so if someone else wanted to do them, then who were you to deny them of that? They're your guests and should be free to do as they please!

You knew Clint knew your kitchen like the back of his hand, so you left him in charge and quietly slipped upstairs to your room. Nat had disappeared some time during dinner, and you had a feeling she had gone to take a shower. It was always the same with her; she'd come home, slightly bruised and emotionally drained, and stay in the shower for hours. It was her way of washing away her sins.

No matter how many times you tried to tell her that you'd never see her as tainted or evil, she couldn't let herself get into bed until she scrubbed her skin raw. You wished there was something you could do, but there wasn't. No words would make her feel better. All you could do was be there for her.

You smiled to yourself when you opened the door and saw her sitting on the end of your bed. Her hair was still dripping slightly, and she was wrapped in one of your robes. The way she was hunched over made her look so much smaller than she was.

It worried you.

"Hey," you whispered as you climbed onto the bed behind her. You wrapped your arms around her the best way you could with your belly in the way. But it doesn't last long.

Nat whirled around and gently pushed you back against the bed. Her eyes are filled with desperation, and you can't even begin to imagine the thoughts that are plaguing her. When she asked you to take off your dress, you don't even hesitate. You'd do anything to help her through her nightmares.

Her breath hitched as she stared at you. You're in nothing but your panties. You're completely exposed, and she could have you any way that she wanted, but that's not why she wanted you naked. All she wanted was to be close to you.

She stripped the robe off her body and curled up against your side, her head resting on your chest. Her gaze fixated on fingers as they trailed along the top of your belly. You're both naked and exposed - baring your souls in two different ways. It's incredibly intimate in a way that you hadn't experience with her since you got pregnant, and you're relishing the moment. You knew she was too.

You kissed the top of her head. "What happened, Tasha? Why do you all seem so - so defeated?"

"There was a girl who could mess with our heads. Make us see our worst fears." As she spoke, you noticed the way her voice wavered like she was on the verge of tears. "I saw my past. The red room. Everything I did while I was there, but there was something different this time. I-"

She stopped herself. She didn't want to think about what she saw, but it crept up in the back of her mind. One of her targets she must kill for practice wasn't a random man with a bag over his head. It was you. You - with the sparkles in your eyes and your touching smile. You - with your swollen belly. It had been you, and she pulled the trigger anyways.

Nat trembled against your side, and you wrapped your arms around her instantly. You pretended not to notice the tears that dripped onto your skin from her eyes. You two had been together for so long, but Nat still felt too vulnerable when she cried in front of you. You respected her enough to act like you didn't feel it. The last thing you wanted was to push her away right now.

She needed you.

"I'm right here," you hummed into her hair. "I'm always going to be right here. This is our safe haven. You're safe."

A part of you wished you had some sort of super ability because you wanted to kick the crap out of whoever did this to her. You weren't a violent person. You could barely kill a spider if you saw one in your house, and you were terrified of spiders. But there was this sudden feeling that bubbled up in your chest, and you wished you could knock that girl's teeth in. She deserved it after the distress she caused your love.

"I love you. I love you," Nat whispered, almost to herself. She repeated the 'I love you's until she fell asleep in your arms.

You had a feeling you'd be stuck here the rest of the night, and you hoped that Clint would be able to figure out everyone's sleeping arrangements. And you really hoped the baby didn't choose this moment to squish your bladder.

You'd be really screwed then.

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You woke up to an empty bed, and your blanket was draped over you. The memory of yesterday suddenly popped into your head, and you remembered that there were three slightly damaged superheroes downstairs. You groaned and rolled out of bed slowly. You couldn't stay up here forever, and you probably had to make them breakfast.

Did any of them actually know how to work a toaster?

You changed into a pair of Nat's baggy sweatpants and an oversized sweater. With how big your belly had gotten, all you could wear lately was sweatpants and maternity dresses. You couldn't wait for your little squish to finally pop out, so you could start dressing like a normal person again.

Everyone was sat around the table when you finally made it downstairs. They were discussing their plan of action against Ultron. You had no idea who Ultron was, and you didn't really want to find out. You knew it would stress you out if you did. The idea of Nat chasing after another bad guy that managed to take all the Avengers down easily worried you. But what could you say? Don't go? You'd never make Nat choose. It wouldn't be fair.

"Good morning, princess!" Nat beamed up at you. She patted her lap, and you quickly made your way over to her.

She didn't flinch when you plopped down. You knew you were much heavier than you usually were, but she didn't seem to mind. She loved having an excuse to snuggle up with you.

"Did everyone eat breakfast?" You said through a small yawn. You nuzzled your face in the crook of her neck, and you could practically feel the smile she gave you. "I suck at eggs, but you know I make a mean French toast!"

"I made them eat cereal. I'm not going to make you cook for them when they're the ones that barged in on you."

You head snapped up, and you let out a small whine. "My cereal? My special cereal that I usually eat for dinner because that's what the baby wants? Is that the cereal you're talking about?"

Clint brought his coffee to his lips to hide the smile threatening to break out on his face. He remembered when Laura was pregnant, and he accidentally ate the last of her oatmeal cookies. She ended up making him sleep on the couch for three days. Pregnant women and their hormones. You really shouldn't mess with them.

"I promise I will buy you more cereal."

You could tell that she was trying not to laugh at your whining when she pressed a kiss to your cheek. You accepted defeat and cuddled back up with her, staying silent so they could finish their game plan talk.

The stress from the last few days seemed to melt away from Nat with you on her lap. She slipped her hands under your shirt and trailed her fingers along your spine. The warmth that radiated from you comforted her in ways that she couldn't describe. The longer she listened to Steve and Tony argue about the way they should approach this situation, the more she began to think about how she didn't want to be apart of this life anymore.

She was about to have a baby with you. She didn't want to jet across the world while you were raising him or her and miss important milestones. What if she was in Europe when they took their first step? What if she was tied up to a chair and in the middle of a cross-interrogation when they spoke their first word?

It wouldn't be fair to make you do this alone.

"I'll be right back," Nat mumbled to you.

You shifted into another seat, and you watched her rush back upstairs. You glanced over at Clint, who gave you a small shrug. Despite knowing her for as long as he had, Nat was still sort of a mystery to him. He couldn't read her the way he was sure you could.

"If you guys need to shower, our bathroom upstairs has wonderful pressure. Feel free to use it!" You shoot them all a bright smile before following Nat.

You caught her pacing in front of your bed. She was mumbling to herself and pulling at the roots of her hair. You had only seen her like this once before; it was when you first found out you were pregnant, and Nat was called out for an assignment that same night. She fought with herself over what she should do, she practically paced a hole into the floor.

You were the one that had to tell her that this was her duty, and she couldn’t back out on her duty. You had a feeling you were about to have a similar conversation now.

"Tasha baby? What's the matter?"

"I don't want to miss little squish's first steps!" Nat threw her hands into the air in exasperation. "I want him or her to know that I'm their other mother! I don't want to come home one day and hear, 'Mama, who's that stranger?' cause my heart will break."

"That’s not going to happen. You know that's now how it's going to happen."

She shook her head. "But what if it does? This is my first time seeing you in two weeks. What if two weeks turns into two months?"

"Well," you sighed, "I hope it doesn't turn into two months, but we'll make it work if we have to."

"Ask me to stay."

"What?" You almost choked on your spit at her words.

"Ask me to give up the life, and I will. I will in a heartbeat if you tell me that you want me to stay here with you."

You sat on the edge of the bed and grabbed at her hands to keep her from pacing again. The way she looked at you broke your heart. She seemed so conflicted on what the right thing to do was.

On one hand, she wanted to retire and live the rest of her life at peace with you here. But part of her felt like she didn't deserve that yet. She wanted a chance to clear the red from her ledger - and she thought trying to save the world would help with that. There were times where she caught herself thinking that you were too good for her. You were pure. Innocent. She never wanted the chance to corrupt you or the baby.

The worst part of it all was the more she tried to clear her past with different missions and assignments, the guilt of leaving you behind ruined the accomplished feeling at the end of every day. Saving the world meant nothing if you weren't there to tell her how proud you were of her.

She was, quite literally, stuck between a rock and a hard place, and she wanted you to finally give her an ultimatum.

You brought her hands up to your lips and kissed her knuckles. "You know I can't ask you to do that. That's not who I am, and that's not who you want me to be."

"I don't know what to do," Nat whimpered.

"I think you're stressed, and you can't make sound decisions when you are stressed." You stood slowly and rested your hands on her sides, just slightly under her shirt. "Why don't I help you relax, and then we can talk about this after?"

Goosebumps rose on her skin where your fingers brushed. The way you licked your lips was sinful. Since your belly got bigger, you hadn't really let Nat touch you in any way besides innocent. She hated it; she knew you were just insecure about your size. But seeing you look at her the way you were now made her realize how desperately she craved your touch. She needed you to ravish her in more ways than one.

Your lips found the sweet spot on her neck instantly, and she practically purred at your touch. You clouded every thought in her head. All she could focus on was our lips on her body and the intoxicating smell of your perfume. Every sense was filled with you and only you.

You pulled her shirt over her head, smirking when you saw she was not wearing a bra. You kissed down her neck to her collar bone than to the tops of her breasts. Her breathing was becoming ragged, and you knew you had her in the palm of your hand. You could do anything to her now, and you absolutely loved it.

"Oh! Oh my god!" Tony shouted as he quickly averted his eyes and slammed the door shut behind him. "This wasn't the bathroom. Got it."

Nat snorted. "Still think we're just roommates, Stark?"

You couldn't see him, but you had a feeling he was trying to claw his eyes out to get the image of your naked wife out of his head.

"Nope. Definitely not roommates."

You giggled. You should have felt guilty for letting one of Nat's teammates see her in that compromising position, but it was a little satisfying considering the way he acted when he first met you.

"Now, where were we?" You grabbed her chin gently and pulled her lips back to yours.

There was a lot that needed to be discussed. You could never ask Nat to give up her career, but if that's what she wanted to do, then you'd always support her. None of that needed to be talked about it now, though. You had two weeks of loneliness to make up for.

You were about to make sure she knew just how much you missed her.

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Rin has been my favorite AnE character since the beginning. Such a sweet guy, and an interesting take on the traditional Idiot Hero. I like Kato's take on several of the Shonen manga archetypes for that matter. What are some of your favorite reconstructions of familiar character types in AnE?

Hey Anon! To be honest, I can’t say I’m that aware of the usual shonen archetypes considering that I read seinen more. :) And I’m not a literary reference, so it’s kinda hard to use the right words too.

That being said, Rin’s a fave too, with Mephisto, Shiro, Shura, Shiemi… and the rest of the cast. xDD So I’ll try to answer you.

For Rin, I like how he doesn’t simply get stronger with each arc, but he grows up on many aspects at once. Sure, first he learnt to control his flames, then he learnt to focus his attacks, and then his sword was broken in ch98 destroying the seals over his power, but otherwise each arc gave Rin other things to focus on.

In fact, I like that it’s not just his nature as a demon that he has to deal with, but also the consequences of that with the people around him. Like, as the story begins, we see Rin as kind of a loner, because he tries to fit in but can’t.

So having friends (and falling for Shiemi) was a really new experience for him, one he’s enjoying but that he still has to learn about sometimes:

And as he’s getting better with that, that’s when the one constant in his life so far…

shatters. Mostly though, I love Rin because he’s… so sweet, as you said.

Initially, he was presented as your usual Shonen hero indeed, especially with his goal to defeat Satan after Shiro’s death, but slowly the whole story moves on from that. That goal of his is less and less mentioned (which is not typical of usual shonen heroes who tend to cling to their goals in my opinion) as Rin is simply going through life and now…

And in my opinion we went from “beating Satan’s ass” to…

…a slight difference I really enjoy, even I’m no fan of Satan (and I want to see him lose).

Similarly for Yukio, who’s as much a main character as Rin is, his angst defies usual levels you have for characters of a similar type and what I love is that it’s really building up throughout the whole story: Shura showed signs of having noticed it before Toudou was introduced, we found out that he was already preoccupied back when Shiro was still alive (ch93), up till his own despair and pure self-loathing got the better of him.

And I really feel for him and his illustration of the “fallen angel” trope. I mean, I’m the first to say it’s easy to roll your eyes and hope that he’ll stop seeing everything in the darkest black, but it’s the slow unravelling to this state through so many arcs that makes it so impressive and seemingly impossible to solve at the moment.

A lot will probably have to happen before he’ll manage to come back.

The thing is, we all knew Yukio was going to break down at some point. He got some sort of a recess with the Aomori arc, but before we eventually reached the anti hero/fallen angel level, we passed by attempted suicide and that gave a whole new tone to the manga (especially since it’s shonen) in my opinion.

I said before that there is a lot of cliché tropes about twins in manga that I don’t really like: the good twin/bad twin trope is one, but by showing us the extent of Yukio’s issues before he completely fell into the abyss, I find that Sensei is avoiding cliché once again.

And both for Yukio and Rin, I like that romance took a more unexpected turn that one could have expected at first, at least in my opinion. :)

Moving onto Mephisto, I love the fact that he’s both literally The Chessmaster…

and incredibly powerful as Samael, but his behavior most of the time doesn’t reflect that.

…Which is usually the case with the clown type (looking at UT in Kuroshitsuji, or Checkerface in KHR, same for the Clowns in TG even if it’s Seinen), so this part isn’t exactly surprising, but it’s more how his true nature was never exactly hidden and yet he can still completely surprise us on many things.

That’s why I really enjoy the theory that he might be the big bad, as far as the twins are concerned, because knowing he’s on Assiah’s side, you tend to think that even if he’s an ass at least he’s on “our” side, when it might be more complicated than that. :)

Plenty of others reasons to appreciate Mephy’s character though, as I shared here. :)

For Shura, it’s mostly a matter of contrast. She’s The Mentor, but she’s not particularly acting responsible otherwise (due to the thing with Hachiro), because her motivations are initially related to her own pet peeve (Shiro).

She’s also without a doubt the hottest girl of the whole series (not a big fan of Iblis and her three eyes personally) and yet her behavior once again doesn’t fit what you’d expect of this kind of characters in other shonen series, again just in my opinion.

She’s not a dignified or proper lady, who bats an eyelash and everyone is wooed, or who behaves coldly/unaffected to others: she used to be a heavy drinker, she’s hardly ever serious, she loves getting on people’s nerves on purpose, etc.

Again, this is related to her issues with Hachiro (and Shiro), but I like that the fact she’s Hot™ (trademarked by Mephisto) doesn’t mean she can’t be powerful, or Rin’s mentor, or getting on people’s nerves, or insulting her superiors, etc.

Just like I enjoy the fact that she can dress scantily (probably because she likes it) and that doesn’t mean she’s a hoe or only about fan service, as we could see Shiro lecture her on the subject, in ch78.

Maybe I’m not explaining super well, but it’s really about Sensei not being too over the top with any character and that shows up in Shura as well:

she’s Rin’s mentor but sometimes she’s at a loss with what to do;

she’ll do anything to protect the twins but she still gets scared by Mephisto’s shenanigans;

she’s older than the boys but she still needed their help with an issue even Shiro couldn’t help her with

after the Aomori arc, she started to act more mature in general because the twins are going to need her, etc.

Again, it’s really a thing for most of the cast, but I like it even more in Shura’s case, because, even with just the way she dresses as an example, she really could have been a shallow character but Sensei managed to weigh in everything properly.

Now, as far as Shiro goes, I love how Sensei deconstructed his character through several flashbacks, slowly shedding his coat of “the perfect dad” he seemed to be after sacrificing himself to save Rin in ch1.

Oh sure, he was a good parent, but not perfect as we can see with Yukio or even Shura and that is something that we needed to make clear, both for the plot but also for the twins’ sake.

Speaking of the plot, I like that Shiro’s a walking mystery very plot-relevant and not just The Hero’s Father Figure Who Died Helplessly. It would have been very easy to make Shiro a symbol Rin was becoming stronger to get revenge for, but it’s about so much more than that.

Because if Shiro is a symbol of anything, it’s about how the Order is full of bullshit and enslaving the pawns that are necessary to them…

…as Mephisto made sure we got right:

Even now that he’s dead, I have doubts about Shiro being free from whatever he’s supposed to owe the Order/Mephisto. So yeah, he’s so much more than the Dead Symbolic Hero or whatever trope he’s supposed to illustrate, in a very tragic way actually, and I love that!

And finally about Shiemi (because I really gotta stop somewhere), what can I say besides the fact that she’s a very surprising one. :D

We’ve been getting many character arcs ever since the beginning and yet it was so unexpected to me when it turned out she was going to have her own and that it’d be so very main plot-relevant. It shouldn’t have been a surprise, since everyone in the main cast gets one, but I still definitely wasn’t envisioning anything at all like the theories about Shemihaza before we hit the current arc!

Other examples of why she’s kept on surprising me throughout the story: the first time we meet her, she’s this helpless and mourning girl who’s been possessed by a demon, then she gets used by Izumo upon trying to make friends. I’m sure you remember that girl.

And yet she saved Paku and then everyone else in Neuhaus’ arc immediately after. Same in the Kyoto arc: she was as pissed and scared as everyone (not counting Izumo) about Rin’s origins, but she was the first who managed to admit how misguided she was when she realized how much he suffered about being different.

What I’m trying to say is that Shiemi constantly surprised me and also other characters in the story (for example), despite the fact that Sensei wrote plainly what her character was about very early on in the story:

So yeah actually she helped Paku, she helped Rin, she helped Izumo, she tried to help Yukio, she saved everyone from being burnt by Rin going Satan 2.0… And now she’s in trouble with the Vatican.

In a way she’s more the typical Shonen Hero than Rin is, when she’s supposed to be the Main Girl, lmao. For example, everyone found out about who Rin was pretty quickly in the story, meanwhile…

…her own identity is more of a secret than Rin being Satan’s son or Mephisto being a high-level demon and something both characters and readers are getting angsty about.

And, as I tried to explain above, Rin’s currently more involved with acknowledging where he comes from and bringing his brother back over having to save the world or denouncing that the Order is probably really no better than the Illuminati.

Even his goal of defeating Satan, which is very Shonen-like, hasn’t been mentioned in a long time now. Meanwhile Shiemi’s character arc directly delves into how shady the Order is as an organization…

and this might indirectly lead us to her having to play a very important role with protecting everyone from Satan/the Illuminati (whether it’s by her will or not).

Of course, Rin’s own journey in the past is showing us many of the Order’s dirty secrets but the point is for Rin to learn about the past so that he can bring Yukio back (what he wants) and possibly defeat Lucifer (what Mephisto wants). When it comes to the state of the world with the opening of the artificial Gehenna gate, for now it’s not exactly Rin’s problem, but it might be more related to Shiemi’s arc if she’s truly related to Shemihaza (because of the Grigoris).

It’s probably badly summarized, but that’s how I see it. xD As I said in the beginning, I’m really not good about precisely describing shonen archetypes, so this may not be making any point. I just like AnE because I find that Sensei does manage to avoid making her characters a bunch of stereotypes easy to read through, in a very realistic way. See below, with Lightning’s example:

Even Arthur, who’s presented as the most stereotypical dude in the whole cast in my opinion, might be hiding his game better than most of us can probably imagine.

That’s what I like the most when it comes to what you were asking about. :) Kato-sensei is an excellent writer because of this amongst other things.

Sorry it took me a little while to answer you Anon, but I had a lot I wanted to write and it was actually very hard to explain. I hope this answered your question at least a little though. Have a nice weekend! ^3^

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