#modern UA

[angellan]

This is an illustration from my fanfiction Nika.

Yes I also write 👀

Nika

Law is a brilliant surgeon who can't stand failure. When one of his patients dies, he has a routine for punishing himself.

But this time, things don't go according to plan.

[azutara-lover]

I come to share one of my favorites azutara modern au

Those who want can use this au for fanfics, fanarts etc. as long as they give me credits

Katara

-156cm(5,1)

-Colombian,she and her family moved to the USA when she was 6-7 years old

-Bisexual

Azula

-178cm (5,8)

-Russian and American, she was born in Russia and lived there until she was 4 years old and then moved to the United States

-Lesbian

a height comparison for illustrators/writers who want to draw/write with this au :3

[taniavttv]

Hi! Thank you for following me, I hope that you take the chance to read some of crazy stories 🤪. But now I am here with a request! I don’t know if you write for all the Hashira so can I request a Uzui Tengen x fem!reader?

I was on the mood for some modern AU where the Y/N and Tengen have been friends since forever and he is madly in love with her but he is scared to confess his feelings because he thinks he will be rejected (friendzoned) . This a trope I have had in my mind for quite sometime so 🤭.

If you don’t write for Tengen, I will send another ask with Kyo💞 thanks and I hope you have a wonderful night.

Hello lovely :) Thanks for your request I’ll happily write for Tengen and Thanks for following me too 😊

I hope you enjoy this and love it as well

Uzui Tengen x Fem!Reader (From Best Friends to Lovers) Modern UA

Note: Tengen has had a crush on Y/N since they were kids as they grow up now that their in college. Tengen plans to ask his best friend Y/N to be his girlfriend but is scared that he will be rejected but with the help of Kyojuro aka his bestie that can all help earn her love

Authors note: The story starts with Tengen in college with the others so yeah and please enjoy my first time writing for Tengen and enjoy :)

Dialogue:

Red: Kyojuro

Purple: Tengen

Pink:Y/N

Green: Sanemi

Blue: Obanai

Y/N and Tengen have been very close friends when they were just children. It was no doubt that every time they met at Tengen house their parents loved how they played together.Tengen was really good at tag and hide-seek he would try to catch Y/N in his arms to see her reaction. One day Tengen and Y/N were giggling too much as Tengen swooped her in his arms and swirl her around as they giggled. Those were the days of them hanging out, holding hands, and being them but as they grew up they were closer and closer through elementary, middle, and high school and when they graduated it was no surprised Tengen and Y/N were both accepted to the same college. Tengen was glad because he was able to spend time with you because he always remembered the fun times you two had since you were children. He would often blush when Y/N stared at him, talked with him, and hung out with him. Tengen had realized he developed feeling for you when his roommate Kyojuro Rengoku told him about it. “ Hey buddy I see you’ve been staring at Y/N ever since we been in college” Rengoku said as he saw Y/N walk by and smile and waved at Tengen and looked at him who blushed and waved back. “I am feeling colors that flow in me that make my heart spark when I see her and it makes me remember memories of us when we were kids” “ Oh so you have a crush on her” Tengen blushed and remained quiet “Cmon I won’t tell her please buddy and I can give you some tips” “ Okay Fine yes I have a crush on Y/N ever since we were kids and I will never forget the days she kissed my cheek” “So then why don’t you confess to her?” Kyo asked “I do because I really love her so much I feel like she will reject me and think me as just her friend”. “I think she does love you and I’ll help you win her heart cmon shake on it” Rengoku said as he and Tengen shook on it.It was a Friday When the bell for lunch rang Y/N and her best friend/Roommate Misturi gathered their things and walked to the lunch room as they chatted and she saw Tengen and Kyojuro as they waved to them to come and sit with them and boy Tengen could keep his eyes off your outfit you wore. “She looks so flashy I hope she will still be flashy when she becomes my girlfriend” Tengen said in his mind “Hi Tengen how have you been my best friend?” Y/N asked “ h..hi Y/N I…I’ve been good definitely and how have you been” “I’m doing great” “Wonderful” he said as he looked at her and blushed he felt a someone pat his back and it was Sanemi and Obanai. “Hey Tengen and Kyojuro and hi ladies” he said as the girls giggled it was no wonder why he was the most popular “Anyway I’m here to invite you guys to a party tonight” “A party now that sounds flashy” Tengen said as the others agreed “Yes it does but you must bring your lovers or a date” “Oh I know who I’m bringing” Obanai said as he looked at Mitsuri and she giggled and blushed. “What about you Kyojuro” “Oh I’m only going of the food” “Yeah we know but Tengen who are you bringing” “ Umm I don’t know who” “ Y/N you have a date?”Sanemi asked her and she looked at Tengen and blushed “Sadly I don’t” you answered “Oh maybe you could go with Tengen” Kyojuro said as he teased Tengen “ yeah yeah I was…was going t..to ask her yeah” “Oh you mean a real date umm sure yeah” you said. “ Great I’ll p..pick you up and send me your address” “Okay cmon Mitsuri let’s go”Y/N said as she looked at Misturi and Obanai talking as they blushed. Later that afternoon it was around 4 pm he texted her. Tengen was already ready and gets in his car to pick up Y/N. When he gets there he decides to walk up the door and he sees Obanai with Kyojuro.

“Hey why are you two here?” He asks “I’m here to pick up Mitsuri but Kyojuro wanted to come along” Obanai said as he knocked on the door and boom when the door open Tengen saw a goddess that shines when he saw Y/N dress “ Pardon if I took too much time Mitsuri helped me get ready” “ Wow you two look amazing especially Mitsuri” Obanai said as Mitsuri giggled and blushed. “Wow umm Y/N you look flashy and beautiful” Tengen said as he blushed looking at her “Thanks Shall we get going” Y/N said as everyone got in their car and went to the party. Once they arrived at Sanemi house there was music and he invited other classmate’s like Shinobu, Giyu, Muichiro, Gyomei, and his brother Genya and even his girlfriend Kanae. “ Finally you guys arrived now let’s get the party started” he said as the DJ blasted music and everyone began to dance. “Umm Y/N want to dance” “ Uhh Sure Tengen” Y/N said as she and Tengen began to dance it was beautiful as they danced they stared at each other and blushed but mostly Tengen he wanted to kiss her so badly and call her his girlfriend. As the music was done they decided to take a break and sat with Mitsuri, Obanai, and Kyojuro. Mitsuri and Y/N excused themselves to go to the bathroom to do some touch ups on their make up. It was just Tengen and Kyojuro since Obanai went to go get more drinks. “So when are you gonna tell her” “ Relax buddy I want to so badly but I feel like she’s gonna reject and say that she think of me as her friend or brother” “ Oh hahaha Tengen I know how you both love each other and besides she talks about you everyday” “Really she does” “yeah look why don’t you take her outside and confess your love to her you said that you had a crush on her when you were kids now you two are adults now so it’s best to tell her” Kyojuro said “Yeah I can do this” Tengen said as he saw Mitsuri and Y/N come back from the bathroom and Obanai coming back as well with more drinks. As they sat down Obanai asks Mitsuri to dance with him and she happily blushes and accepts. Tengen looked at Kyojuro and he nodded which made Tengen now confess. “Y/N can we go outside I want to tell you something” “Oh of course Tengen” Y/N said as Tengen took her hand and went outside they sat in Sanemi garden and admired the beautiful sunset. Now Tengen decided to build the courage inside him to tell Y/N he loved her. “Umm Y/N I wanted to talk to you” “About what” she asked nervously “ Well I hope that after this we can still be closer and I hope this doesn’t ruin our friendship” “ Tengen please tell I’m getting nervous and why would think that” “It’s just that I…. I ….. I LOVE YOU AND I ALWAYS WILL AND PLEASE BE MY GIRLFRIEND….. but I understand that if you reject me and see me as a brother I will still be close to you no matter what …..” Tengen said and was silent waiting for her response. “Oh Tengen I don’t like you …. But I love you as well” Y/N said as she touched Tengen face. “And yes I want to be your girlfriend” Y/N said as she cupped his face and kissed his cheek. “Ohh Y/N I’ve glad you feel the same You had me there for second but I thought you saw me as a brother but I didn’t know if you returned the feeling and I was afraid that you would reject me” “Tengen I felt the same as well but I also had a crush on you too and Now that you confessed It makes me love you more” Y/N said as Tengen helped her and swooped her in his arms as swirled her around as they giggled just like when they were kids. Once he stopped her their eyes met “Y/N I love you and I promise to Respect and love you and be the flashiest and flamboyant boyfriend and future husband to you” “I love you too my flashy Tengen” Y/N said as She and Tengen kissed passionately this was the moment he was waiting in his life to kiss Y/N and have her as her flamboyant and flashy girlfriend. They stopped when they heard people clapping it was everyone from the party and congratulated them. “Let’s make this party flashy”Tengen said as he put his arm around Y/N and continued to party. Tengen can’t believe that he and Y/N went from Best Friends to Lovers.

[san-demetrio-corone]

Kyiv-based artist Alexey Kondakov uses surrealistic documentary photography to superimpose figures from classical artwork into everyday scenes of modern life. He is renowned for his Photoshopped collage series in which Kyiv, Ukraine served as the backdrop for characters from old world masterpieces. The artist merges the past and the present, showing with a deft eye how classical figures fit seamlessly into contemporary situations that, in themselves, are timeless.

[justagirlwholikesadam]

Farmer! Sandor Clegane Headcanon

don't own these pics

Summary: Just a few headcanon of Sandor Clegane as a farmer.

A/N: Thinking about this man as a farmer has me down on my knees. Comment and like below, maybe I can do next farmer Sandor meeting reader. Enjoy-L || Border Credit: @cafekitsune

Warning: SFW, sad childhood, Sandor being himself, dog dad,

Farmer!Sandor always knew he wanted to be a farmer from a young age. He liked working with his hands and moving around. He never wanted a desk job, he couldn't imagine his 6 '6 self sitting on a small computer chair for nine hours a day, five days a week. He had low patience dealing with idiot people, so retail was out of the question, any job that required dealing with people was a no. So far the only thing talking back to him were the animals on the farm and he was content with that. 

Farmer!Sandor isn't much of a people person but he will sometimes invite Tormund, a worker from the market he goes to for groceries once in a while over to watch the game or just for a beer. Sandor only does it because Tormund doesn't shut up about coming over. After two six-packs, Tormund isn't so bad to be around and he doesn’t ask him about his scars. 

Farmer!Sandor gets up right before the rooster crow at dawn. He likes to watch the sunrise while drinking black coffee. He nibbles on some toast or some corn muffins. On Sunday, he makes a big breakfast meal since it's the only day he rest. Eggs, bacon sometimes with ham and grits. 

Farmer!Sandor wears a white beater shirt and his dark coarse chest hair peeks out. It shows off his broad shoulders and his muscular arms, it was all thanks to the hard manual labor he does. He ties his long hair with a black hair band, he keeps a spare around his wrist. He wears old blue jeans that hang low on his hips. Sometimes he wears a flannel shirt, when it gets too hot, he takes it off and wraps it around his hips. He wears these heavy size 12 boots with rubber outsoles on them. 

Farmer!Sandor sweats alot after a long day of work. He uses the flannel to wipe the sweat off his forehead, neck and tone arms. He showers immediately after walking into the house. He leaves the boots outside and goes into the shower to clean the dirt and sweat off of his body. He makes sure he cleans himself, rubbing the body wash thoroughly through his chest hair and his long hair. 

Farmer!Sandor walks out of the shower and looks at himself in the mirror. His burn scars are a bit red from being out in the sun all day. He reminds himself for tomorrow to wear his hat. He grabs face cream from the medicine cabinet to help with the redness. Some days Sandor can't stand the sight of him, that's why he liked being alone in his farmhouse. He dislikes the stares and pointing he got when going into town. 

Farmer!Sandor still has issues about his face, it has gotten much better after going to the doctors. He has even done surgery for his hair to grow a bit, he usually combs his hair over to cover the slightly bald spot. He applies oils on his beard regularly and it helped his beard grow a bit back. His right brow has grown a bit as well, but the burn scars on his cheek and ear are still very visible. 

Farmer!Sandor dresses comfy to get started on dinner. He walks into the kitchen and turns on the radio or sometimes the tv. He's listening to the news while cutting some veggies he has grown from his garden in the backyard. He usually grills his steak in the backyard when he's not tired. Opening a beer, he sits down and eats in silence. Sometimes he eats in front of the tv and watches whatever is playing. He's not picky on what to watch on tv. 

Farmer!Sandor was on the field the next day on the tractor when he heard barking. He turns it off and looks over his shoulders to see it was a dog a few feet away from him. There isn't usually strays around, he makes sure of it since he has some chickens and pigs. He walks towards the dog, its shaggy fur is white and gray. Its ears are floppy and its tongue is hanging out as it pants. 

“You alright, pup?” He asked, not really expecting it to answer but to his surprise. It barks at him, making him smile.

He carefully stretches his hand out when he notices it wasn't going to bite. He pats its head and even scratches behind its ears. Asking if it wants to eat, the dog’s tail starts wagging like crazy. Sandor decides he’ll have lunch early that day. He smiles once more when he notices it’s following him all the way to the house.  He sits outside on the porch swing as he eats his sandwich and drinks a cold glass of ice tea. He watches the dog eat the leftover steak from dinner last night. 

Farmer!Sandor decides to keep the dog after it kept following him everywhere for the past week. When he finds out it’s a girl, he decides to name it after his little sister, Ellie. The dog didn’t seem to mind, it followed him whenever he said it. He liked having company, it was less lonely when he wasn’t working. He lets Ellie sleep on the foot of his bed.

Farmer!Sandor doesn't smoke that much, he really only does it when he has a rough day. He’s sitting on the porch swing with a beer in one hand and the cigarette in the other. Since he’s alone, he does alot of thinking as he watches the sunset. He thinks about his life before he started to farm. He has been thinking about his little sister lately since the dog came around. His little sister was his best friend when he was younger. He had told her about his dream of having a farm. He smiles to himself as he remembers her telling him that he had to have horses for her to ride. He promised her that he would when he was a kid he had even promised her that he would have two horses so they could ride together. 

Farmer!Sandor didn't have a good childhood, his parents were never around and his older brother was a bully. His older brother was the one to burn him when he was a kid. While holding his face on the hot coals, his little sister tried to help him. She hit the older brother on the back with her tiny fist. Furious that she was hitting him, he had smacked her. He hit her so hard that she fell back and slammed her head on the coffee table. Ellie lost a lot of blood on the way to the hospital and did not survive. His older brother was 18 at the time and was sentenced to prison. Parents couldn't handle it and left Sandor, who was placed in foster care. 

Farmer!Sandor gets brought back to reality when he feels Ellie rubbing her head against his knee. He threw the cigarette out and placed the beer on the small table near him. He pats the seat next to him and makes sure that the swing doesn't move as Ellie jumps up next to him. He leans back as she rests her head on his lap. Sandor pats her head softly as he looks over across the field and stares at the half built stable he was building, he was going to get those horses and complete his promise to his sister. 

[electricsalts]

A SMOL BEAN

Gyutaro and his son! Ain't he cute!

He may look like an angel but hes a lil bulldozer that is obsessed with bluey (so is gyutaro after watching 1 episode he was hooked)

Kinda basing him off my own son at that age 🥺

The other nursery parents are shocked when they see gyutaro pick him up for the first time, low-key taken back that this demon could have such a cute kid, especially since they have the same stare, but his son has a more loving approach in his stares then gyutaro.

But his son loves nursery, loves his friends and teachers so much 💗

Anyways! Hope y'all enjoy yours and gyutaros son ❤️

[wanderingchocolateeclair]

Have a couple doodle pages for my Modern Devil au (couldn’t come up with a better name so lmao it’s that now)

I’ll happily make a lore post later, but for now a short summary is basically just:

Certain divine beings of many kinds live amongst humans in modern society, and they have specific jobs involving investigating stuff and just general office work. The building for angels and the building for demons are across from each other, despite working together, bc the large amount of them causes them to not be able to be in the same space.

But yeh :)

They <3

[driveintheaterofthemind]

Vintage Poster - Modern Times (Italian)

Art by Francisi

United Artists (1937)

[justatalkingface]

Got another question for ya!

Do you think bnha forces conflict in some places?

Like say the war arc for example. Like how they had most of their Pros give up and retire so they could bring in the UA students to fight.

And it's just... why is UA the only hero school doing this? If this is supposed to be a big war that'll decide the fate of the world, why wasn't Shiketsu or Ketsubutsu brought into this? I know some of their students have quirks that could've been useful in the war, why was it just UA?

If you could think of any other examples of this series forcing conflict, I would love to hear them!

Oh yeah.

This gets to the heart of something that's bothered me for awhile now, and for the longest time it's been a UA only thing (though of course War Arc/Post War just dumped that everywhere as well): UA, and hero schools as a whole, are narratively trying to be too many things at once.

You see, on one end, UA is a high school. A fancy high school, at that, one where there's a high academic bar to admission (one I doubt Mina and Kaminari could actually pass, for the record, but OK, Hori, these classic normal teenagers that spend a lot of their time in and out of school training to fight, and seem to spend a lot of their free time being normal kids instead of intensely studying are in the top ten of the country academically or whatever that bullshit was in the beginning), with school festivals, and parental permission required.

On the other hand, students are all but thrown into dangerous shit all the time.

The school that goes, "Oh, hey there, first year interns! Whooo's ready to go raid a Yakuza den!" is the same school that has to bow down to Inko so Izuku can live there, because surprise! We did the whole, 'put the kids knowingly into a super dangerous confrontation as first years' bit before the War too!

Do you see the disconnect here? I've mentioned this before, but MHA suffers from being a 'modern' setting, with modern values, in what is apparently just normal ass Japan, despite all the technological advances that probably should have radically changed society. It makes it fun and exciting, sure, but... the thing is, in modern time society as a whole cares about kids, and isn't exactly ready to throw them into the meat grinder. Shonen school settings like this, though, are about that meat grinder, about throwing the kids into ever more dangerous situations to see if they live or die against all odds.

Everywhere else, though, gets away with it by being detached from modern society, like Jujitsu, or just in a different world altogether, like Naruto. In a military dystopian hellscape, after all, things like modern values are irrelevant, so we can watch Naruto go into dangerous missions where people die with no logical dissonance!

To some extent, the League allows Hori to get away with this, since they're outside of UA's control, but relying on just them to carry the plot gets stale, so other problems are needed to be, again, confronted by first year high school students.

So to allow that, they either need to just... not really explain why kids are allowed part of it beyond 'reasons', like Izuku raiding Overhaul, or try and give an explanation, like Kaminari is apparently the only decent electromancer on the hero's side in the entire country, so they needed him to hard counter the other only decent electromancer in Japan, only to raise more questions than I think Hori really wants to answer, or just make it really obvious how that their participation is being forced.

It reason for all of this goes back to, on a simple Doylist perspective, the fact 1A, or at the very least Izuku, needs to be involved with major events. In a shonen setting like this, they need to fight, need to be put in danger. But, again, modern setting: that isn't OK, to put actual minors in harm's way, deliberately, all the time. So 1A and/or Izuku are just... shoehorned into these dangerous situations, are forced into them as you said, but it's only 1A. Where are literally every other school?

*shrug* That's an excellent question!

No, seriously. You can ask that at almost every given moment in the manga given how nonexistent the other schools are. Shiketsu literally only exists to be UA's rival as needed, and that's still more than what Ketsubetsu gets (or hell, almost any other class in UA). Compare this to like, Harry Potter, and you'll see a similar problem that world building often seems to exist only to service the plot, rather than making a world that makes sense and making a story that fits within that world. HP is so mono focused into the (utterly nonsensical) school of Hogwarts means they can avoid those problems better than MHA, which keeps trying to shove us into the greater scope of the setting, only to look away and whistle innocently when we ask questions about it.

When you look at it, after the initial setup you can see how Hori is trying to alternate where the dangers come from, to keep the story fresh: League attacks, then students go on an internship and are attacked. League attacks again, so they need to internship again so someone else can try and kill them. Ugh. And yes, I know Shigaraki is lurking in the background during the internships, but the League isn't the focus at those points, the heroes vs internship villains are; all he's doing there is showing how he's developing as a mirror to Izuku's development.

Beyond that.... you know, when you actually think about, when the staff knows that, A, a mole exists, and B, there's a group of people who seem interested in ambushing portions of the school when they separate from everyone else and become vulnerable, maybe, just maybe, someone should have brought up that taking a field trip into the wilderness was perhaps a questionable choice. You know, between how isolated they are, full of vulnerable kids they need to protect, how there's no way to call reinforcements, and how the mole could tell the people who want to, among other things, kill said children, and have access to a warper wasn't exactly a genius choice. Doubly so for Nezu since he knows Izuku has OFA, and that with the context that AFO has he probably knew about it by that point, and just in general since 1A was already attacked and that unstable individuals might have a grudge against them.

Of course, this is forgetting the conflict in school. And to a degree, I think I'm getting off topic, since a lot of that forced conflict in school is about Izuku feeling stressed and in danger rather than him being in physical danger, but... you know, Bakugou literally tries to kill Izuku, and there was nothing stopping him other than his own inability to land the hit. Izuku randomly gets a quirk, and then some murder tentacles almost off someone before he can get it under control.

They put these kids, kids with dangerous superpowers, teenage impulse control and minimal apparent training on how not to hurt someone when using them, into fights and then do basiclly nothing to keep them from going out of control. Why? Because, well, it makes it more dramatic for the readers. Thinking about it for five seconds makes it clear how messed up that set up is, compared to Final Exams, for example, which for all its problems are against teachers, well trained teachers with years of experience deliberately holding back (seriously. The idea of those weights doing anything to slow All Might is laughable. Really, the idea of any amount of them beating him is hilarious, but that's more because how wildly OOC his power level is more than anything).

I mean, hell, the Zero Pointer exists. I know people think its programmed to stop before it hurts anyone, and that it wouldn't have stomped on Uraraka, but.... that's putting a lot of faith into UA's safety policies. Even if it was, the fact it's so big means it destroys everything around it, which could easily kill someone on accident if a building collapsed on them. The sheer spectacle of it aside, the fact that someone in charge thought to unleash that in a city filled with kids (or really, anyeone) is nuts.

So yeah, there's definitely some forced conflict in MHA, as part of how so much of the setting itself is enslaved to the almighty weekly cliffhanger.

[swallowtail-ageha]

When i say i dislike modern aus i dont mean all modern aus i mean the ones who discard the sillyness of the og series to make the characters like CEOs or normal high schoolers

[kellywar-jijiloryo]

The great Escape

UA modern in which Gyutaro is a prisoner and Y/n is a prison guard

[alteredphoenix]

Yeah, I’m not going to lie: I legitimately kept expecting Touya and Endeavor to both die at the end. Hell, I was expecting the whole family sans Shouto to go with them. But as much as I would’ve liked BNHA to have the dark and the grit, this is not that kind of story, so I’m not surprised everyone made it out alive. (Okay, I’m still shocked that Touya is still hanging on by pure hatred when in any other story he would’ve fucking died, and that’s also if you ignore the sudden ice quirk development, but that’s beside the point.)

Like there’s a part of me (as both a writer that really likes her grit thrown in with the soft stuff no matter how minuscule it is and as a reader in general) that wanted to see him and Endeavor get wiped out...but at the same time, from a narrative point of view, they had to survive so (a) Endeavor is actually forced to reconcile with the fallout of his actions and try to be a better husband and father to his family, on top of rebuilding Hero Society, and (b) Dabi gets rehabilitated. Although to be fair, I’m not sure how that last part is possible because the guy is practically a burnt skeleton, so you can’t really blame the reader for wondering how the hell he’s going to spend the rest of his life in such a horrific condition.

The only way I can see things going forward post-war is if Eri gets called in to use her quirk on him so Shouto can have udon with him. Touya doesn’t have to forgive Endeavor (because, really, he shouldn’t) or the rest of his family, but the udon thing is something Shouto’s wanted to do, so it’s a start.

Honestly, I’m not even really sure how else to feel about Touya (obviously) surviving other than he’s a tragic figure and he should’ve died that way, but - and as much as I hate this turn of phrase - it is what it is.

[san-demetrio-corone]

Guardian Angel, 2021 Yana Movchan (Ukranian, b.1971)

[titania-no-kingdom]

La chambre d'hôpital, avec Jean Kirschtein x Reader (SNK; UA Moderne). Deuxième Partie

Il y a un an et demi, le personnage principal a failli perdre son frère dans un grave accident de voiture. Aujourd'hui, il repose dans un coma profond au Mémorial Magnolia Crescent. Au cours de ses visites quotidiennes à l'hôpital, le personnage principal se lie d'amitié avec le docteur Kirschtein, résident et médecin de son frère.

En sortant du bureau le lendemain, j'hésitai à partir pour l'hôpital. J'étais plantée devant l'immeuble, les yeux vissés sur mes chaussures. Il faisait froid. Le vent glacé cinglait mon visage et faisait claquer mon écharpe, sifflait dans mes oreilles cramoisies. J'arrivais à peine à me tenir debout tant les rafales étaient violentes. Je rajustai mon bonnet et me mis en marche vers l'hôpital. Mes pas étaient hésitants, mal assurés. Peut-être devrais-je faire demi-tour ?

Tu lui as promis que tu reviendrais...

Oui, mais à présent j'avais la trouille. La trouille de trouver un lit vide, une machine éteinte et un couloir en deuil. Je n'étais pas prête, c'était trop tôt. Je secouai la tête : j'avais eu une longue journée au boulot – j'étais fatiguée et je me faisais des films.

Dans mes beaux jours, il me fallait quinze à vingt minutes de marche pour rejoindre le Mémorial Magnolia Crescent. Ce jour-là, les caprices du temps m'obligèrent à ralentir le rythme et il me fallut plus d'une demi-heure pour arriver à destination. Lorsque les portes s'ouvrirent pour me laisser un passage, c'est l'odeur inhabituellement rassurante des blouses fraîchement repassées qui m'accueillit. Je humai l'air avec délice, soulagée de voir que je n'avais pas perdu mon nez dans cette longue traversée du désert gelé. Je retirai mes gants et les fourrai dans mon sac entre mes dossiers et le programme télé de la semaine. Il y avait moins de monde que d'habitude, comme s'ils s'étaient tous concertés pour bouder le hall. Décidée à ne pas m'attarder sur la chose, je mis le cap vers les ascenseurs. Une main se posa alors sur mon dos. Je sursautai, soudain propulsée en arrière.

- Je vous ai fait peur ? S'enquit alors la voix mielleuse de Jean

- Oh non, quelle idée ! Répliquai-je d'un ton involontairement amer.

Jean rougit. Je levai les yeux au ciel, me giflant virtuellement. Je me répandis en excuses, lui confiant que j'avais passé une très mauvaise journée et que ça ne se reproduirait plus. Mais au lieu de retrouver le sourire de chérubin dont je l'avais souvent vu affublé, il adopta un sourire complaisant.

- Jean, murmurai-je. Vous avez quelque chose à me dire ?

Il se mit à tripoter sa blouse, l'air de moins en moins sûr de lui. Derrière lui, les portes de l'ascenseur s'ouvraient et se fermaient à mesure que les passants se succédaient. Trois minutes s'écoulèrent, sans qu'il ne dise mot. D'un claquement de langue, je l'encourageai à se confier.

- Le Docteur Sinclair vous attend dans son bureau, lâcha-t-il sans détacher ses yeux de mon sac. Il aimerait discuter avec vous sur l'état de Cameron.

Mon cerveau acquiesça mais mon cœur fut secoué d'un soubresaut avant de bondir contre ma poitrine tel un forcené, comme un taureau fou se déchaînant dans son arène. Je serrai les poings pour ne pas fondre en larmes. Hélas, mes ongles s'enfoncèrent dans mes paumes et les larmes me mouillèrent les yeux plus vite que je ne l'avais escompté. Mes pieds refusèrent de s'activer et je restai clouée là, devant un Jean plus confus que jamais. Soudain, sans que je ne puisse m'y attendre, il me prit la main et de l'autre il chassa les larmes qui s'attardaient encore sur mes joues.

- Je serai derrière vous, tout le temps, chuchota-t-il au creux de mon oreille en me guidant doucement vers l'étage supérieur.

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Je portai ma pinte à mes lèvres, partagée entre le désir violent de la balancer contre le mur le plus proche et celui moins ardent de l'avaler d'un trait. Je contemplai le liquide ambré sans le voir. Je n'étais plus très sûre de ce que je faisais là, dans cette taverne lugubre, entourée d'hommes agglutinés contre le bar. J'y étais depuis une demi-heure ; je n'avais jamais passé autant de temps dans un tel endroit.

Les lumières des lampes murales vacillaient, ajoutant une note austère au Comptoir du Lion, nom de l'établissement. Une odeur de cuir flottait dans l'air, se mêlant à l'odeur des haleines âcres des habitués. De petits groupes de deux ou trois, filles et garçons confondus, progressaient continuellement vers les toilettes, s'accrochant aux uns et aux autres, riant et chancelant.

Quelque part, dans un coin, un bruit métallique se fit entendre : quelqu'un avait activé le juke-box. Ce dernier s'illumina avant de lancer le célèbre tube d'Elvis Presley,Can't Help Falling In Love With You. Mon cœur se serra quand je pensai à Cam dont c'était la chanson préférée. Je l'imaginai coincé sur son lit d'hôpital, en train de vivre ses dernières heures. Je fus secouée d'un haut-le-cœur et avalai une gorgée de bière pour effacer la peine amère qui tenaillait mes entrailles. Le liquide me réchauffa la gorge, apaisant contre toute attente la douleur dans ma poitrine. Je terminai ma pinte et sans que je n'aie besoin de passer une nouvelle commande, le barman m'en fila une deuxième que j'avalai d'un trait. Dans la poche intérieure de mon manteau, mon portable vibra, m'alertant d'un nouveau message. Je décidai de l'ignorer. Grosse erreur. Car ce que je m'efforçais à oublier resurgit en force dans mon esprit troublé. Mon échange avec le docteur Sinclair s'attardait encore dans mes oreilles.

L'état de votre frère ne semble aucunement s'améliorer. Bien qu'il se soit montré stable dans les premiers mois, force nous a été de reconnaître qu'il n'y a eu aucun progrès concernant son activité cérébrale. Il est temps, je pense, d'envisager son débranchement. Il me semble que vous êtes sa seule parente, par conséquent vous êtes la seule à qui revient le droit de prendre cette décision.

C'était tout. Pas d'excuses. Pas de compensation. Rien. On m'avait volé mes parents puis mon frère. Ces dix-huit derniers mois à veiller sur son corps, espérant qu'il me revienne n'étaient que des songes éveillés. Il ne me restait personne. J'étais seule et désarmée face à un monde cruel.

Je sentis les larmes me monter aux yeux. Mais je refusai de pleurer. Je ne pouvais pas perdre le contrôle, pas ici en tous cas. Je m'abrutis davantage en avalant une troisième pinte. Celle-ci me revigora et me donna le courage d'en commander une quatrième avant de quitter le pub.

Quand je refermai la porte derrière moi, la nuit noire m'enveloppa ; l'air frais m'embrassa. Je regardai autour de moi. Il neigeait. Des flocons se détachaient du ciel sombre, s'échouant sur les trottoirs, s'accrochant sur mes vêtements. Je retirai mes gants et tendis les mains devant moi, paumes vers le haut. La fraîcheur des flocons embrasa ma peau et je retrouvai la chaleur de mes souvenirs d'enfance. Cam adorait la neige. Ce qu'il aimait particulièrement ? Les bonhommes de neige. Notre jardin en fourmillait tous les hivers, chacun façonné dans un style différent. Ainsi, j'avais vu naître de cette poudre blanche, tapisserie de l'enfance, des pirates, des sorcières, des ministres et biens d'autres énergumènes, tous protagonistes de l'imagination de mon frère.

Je poussai un soupir en rangeant mes mains. La rue était déserte, illuminée par les lampadaires qui se dressaient devant les devantures des magasins tels des sentinelles. La porte du pub s'ouvrit de nouveau, laissant passer un jeune couple finement enlacé. Ils me sourirent, les joues rougies par l'ivresse. Je fus incapable de partager leur bonheur et me contentai d'un pauvre signe de la main. La fille grimaça mais fût aussitôt rassérénée par le baiser fougueux que lui imposa son compagnon. Je me détournai de cet affreux spectacle, plongeant dans la rue pour héler un taxi.

- Vous pouvez m'emmener au Mémorial Magnolia Crescent ? Demandai-je, éprouvant de plus en plus de mal à articuler à cause de ma bouche pâteuse.

Le chauffeur démarra et la voiture se mit à rouler dans l'obscurité humide. La secousse du démarrage avait dû être trop violente pour mon cerveau qui se mit à courir furieusement dans ma boîte crânienne. Je fermai les paupières et me laissai aller contre le siège de l'autocar. Il empestait l'alcool et le pipi de chat. Un son peu élégant sortit de ma gorge et je sentis le goût acide de la bile s'installer sur mon palais. Je posai ma main sur mon cœur, comme si ce geste allait m'empêcher de vomir tout mon déjeuner sur le plancher de la voiture. Dehors, la neige s'était mise à tomber de façon plus efficace, noyant les pavés sous la poudre.

- Quand on ne supporte pas l'alcool, on devrait s'abstenir de boire.

Je lançai un coup d'œil oblique vers le chauffeur dont le reflet me dardait de son œil rouge dans le rétroviseur. Il esquissa un sourire. Et je ne sais pas pourquoi, j'eus soudain l'envie de rire. Ma gorge se déploya, mon cœur rebondit plus légèrement contre ma poitrine. Je le regardai fouiller dans sa boîte à gants. Plus tard, il en retira une bourse qu'il laissa tomber sur le siège passager. Les yeux rivés sur la route, il essaya d'extirper quelque chose du sac. C'est alors qu'il me tendit une boîte de cachets.

- Tenez, c'est un excellent remède contre les nausées.

Après un court instant d'hésitation, je pris la boîte circulaire qui pendait au bout de ses doigts. Je le remerciai d'un signe de tête avant de fourrer la boîte au fond de mon sac. J'appuyai ma tête contre la vitre froide, histoire de me rafraîchir les idées. Je ne savais plus très bien ce que je faisais là, dans cette voiture, en route pour l'hôpital. L'accès aux visiteurs devrait être interdite à cette heure-ci, je le savais mais je voulais y aller. Je n'étais plus moi-même, seulement dirigée par des pulsions longtemps refrénées, l'envie de ne plus obéir aux règles mais seulement aux émotions qui me submergeaient tour à tour.

Bientôt, la devanture lumineuse si familière du Mémorial Magnolia Crescent émergea des ténèbres. La voiture s'arrêta. Je déposai quelques billets dans la main du chauffeur avant de me glisser hors du taxi.

- Faîtes bien attention à vous ma p'tite dame !

J'esquissai un geste en sa direction, un sourire aux lèvres. Une fois le taxi hors de vue, je me dépêchai de tituber vers l'hôpital. Dans le parking, seules une dizaine de voitures stationnaient encore. Une Ferrari rouge attira mon attention et je me demandai si Jean conduisait. Si cette voiture lui appartenait. Mes pensées vagabondèrent vers son sourire en coin et son petit regard érudit. Je gloussai tandis qu'une chaleur – qui n'avait rien à voir avec l'alcool – se répandait dans mes joues.

Deux vigiles affublés chacun d'une doudoune de couleur noire encadraient les portes de l'hôpital. A mon approche, ils se concertèrent du regard. Une lueur d'amusement dansait dans leurs yeux sombres. Le plus petit, un homme massif à la moustache bien fournie, leva une main comme pour m'empêcher de faire un pas de plus.

- Les heures de visite sont closes madame, déclara l'autre la main serrée sur son taser.

- Je sais, m'entendis-je répondre avec une désinvolture que je ne me reconnaissais pas.

- Vous ne pouvez pas entrer, renchérit le petit, comme si j'étais trop bête pour avoir compris la première fois.

- Écoutez, je veux juste voir mon frère. L'embrasser sur le front, réajuster ses draps. Il neige. Il adore la neige mais il déteste avoir froid. Je veux juste m'assurer qu'il va bien, qu'il est assez chauffé.

- Je regrette madame, dit l'autre. Nous ne pouvons pas vous laisser entrer. C'est le règlement.

Hébétée, je les regardai tour à tour. Un sentiment de terreur jaillit au sein de ma poitrine. Je sentis les larmes affluer et les jambes soudain molles, je tombai à genoux, les doigts enfouis dans la neige. Je ne sentais ni froid ni chaleur. Mes poumons se vidaient, ma vision se brouillait comme si mon esprit s'était détaché de mon corps, flottait quelque part, loin de l'hôpital, loin tout simplement. Les deux vigiles s'agitaient, essayaient de me parler mais leurs voix me paraissaient lointaines et étouffées. Seuls m'étaient perceptibles les sanglots déchirants d'une gamine. On aurait dit qu'elle agonisait. 

Je l'imaginai toute seule dans la pénombre d'une ruelle mal famée, baignant dans une mare de sang les yeux exorbités.Occupez-vous d'elle, elle a besoin de vous. Je voulais qu'elle arrête, que quelqu'un la console ; mais elle continua ainsi pendant ce qui me parut être une éternité. Puis ses sanglots se muèrent en cris. 

Des cris gutturaux, respirant le désespoir et la terreur. 

Et je réalisai. 

C'était moi la gamine qui pleurait, allongée sur le sol enneigée, sous le regard curieux des infirmiers sortis pour découvrir la cause du raffut. Je m'étais mise à crier...parce que quelque chose s'était installé dans ma poitrine, avait écrasé mon cœur, maintenant la pression jusqu'à ce qu'il explose en mille morceaux.Je vais perdre mon frère, ma seule et unique raison de vivre. Comment suis-je supposée vivre maintenant? 

J'avais mal à la gorge à force de crier mais je ne voulais pas m'arrêter parce que si je le faisais, la douleur dans ma poitrine resurgirait plus forte et persistante.Puis, je sentis qu'on me soulevait. Autour de moi, les regards effrayés des spectateurs s'évanouirent. Je sombrai.

[evilmidnightlurker]

What we need from My Hero Academia fanfic is a high school AU.

[sydneighsays]

Game night. Somebody's a poor loser.

This is some weird mixture of modern UA mixed with brotherhood and 2003

It's very messy because I wanted to make something and be okay with it being messy