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Who Am I

TW: Christianity, Death, Abuse, panic attack, depersonalization

Adora needed a break after those classes. So much was on her mind so she decided to go down and walk around. It was a beautiful sunset, with pinks, purples, and blues as the stars began to come out. She hums softly walking around and noticing a cemetery. Of course, Adora has seen plenty of cemeteries in her time as an angel. It's a natural part of death but this one was different.

This one had an enchanting humming noise drawing Adora closer. Of course, it could just be someone mourning but it sounded soft and familiar. Adora continued to follow the humming noise until she was at a grave. It had a soft white glow surrounding it and the humming was obviously coming from the grave.

In Memory of

Mary Clara Wils

Loving Daughter

1829-1846

Adora stared at the grave in curiosity. Why was it humming, why was it glowing? Like it was calling her? Kneeling down, her hand reached out grazing the cold stone. Her golden eye widened a gasp leaving her lips.

A young girl, probably seven, with brown hair and amber eyes was playing outside climbing trees in her tattered dress. She was calling out to her father that just gotten home and he began to yell at her. “A lady shall not do that. What are you thinking!” He yells. Quickly the child gets down receiving a slap on the cheek

The girl, around ten now, her hair braided into a bun and a dress covering bruises. She washes dishes, she does laundry and cooks. Sighing she smiles and tells her father all the work she had gotten done that day and he yells at her “You made what! I told you to leave the cooking to your mother! You wasteful hog we don’t have enough money!” He slaps her again leaving a bruised eye.

She’s seventeen now. Smaller than she should be, her family isn’t getting enough food. Bruises litter her body as she completes the daily chores. When her father comes home she smiles saying nothing to not invoke his rage. It still wasn’t enough. After he was finished taking the rage of work out on his daughter he left her alone lying on the kitchen floor in blood.

Weakly she stood up grabbing the wall for support. She could barely walk but she knew one thing. She didn’t want to die in this house. So hobbling she walked out and continued walking to lay by some nearby trees. Blood filled her lungs with every breath, as she closed her eyes.

Adora gasps falling back. She cries shaking, who was that, why did she see that? Why was she hurt? That must have been Mary. Mary… that name was familiar to her and it pained Adora. She cried hugging herself tight. She needed help, she needed someone. Adora envisioned Xander best she could weeping as she called for him.

“Adora?” Xander asks softly behind her.

“Who is she?” She yells shaking.

Xander kneels beside Adora looking at the grave. “Ah. Your grave,”

“M-mine? I’m Adora?! I’m Adora!” Adora responds. “Marlo isn’t any different. Why am I different?”

Xander rubs her back softly. “Calm down, shh it’s okay. When you become a worker angel they alter your memory during school. It’s why you don’t remember. No one remembers they’re past life unless they find their grave and it’s unlikely they’d stumble across it. Or unless…”

“Unless they fall?” she finishes wiping the tears away.

Xander nods smiling, “you learn a lot when you fall.”

“So I’m Mary?”

“Adora. If you want to be Mary you can be but you’re still Adora. You may have lived and died as Mary but you’re Adora now, you keep people safe as Adora, you learn and help as Adora,” Xander explains.

Adora nods slowly processing everything. She grabs onto his hands softly to ground herself. So much is going through her mind still she doesn’t understand what to think. Who she is? Who she was?

“It’s okay, I had the same thoughts when I fell. I had a lot of memories come back. It was difficult to deal with but you don’t have to deal with this alone okay?”

“Yeah,” Adora says softly, “I have you, and Ariel, I wonder if she knows her past. I wonder who knows their past in the workers.”

“Many angels retire after finding our their past. Some can’t handle it but I am certain that you are strong enough. You can continue. I promise,” Xander states.

Xander stands helping Adora up. Adora nods softly hugging him. “You’re first day of classes were today right? How did they go?” 

Sniffing she looks up smiling, “good. My teachers seem nice but my Human Angel Safety teacher seems really strict. She’s scary. One of the girls in my dealing with death classes is a child angel, seems really cool. And I think I’m making friends with a cupid. He’s really old too. Roman era, we have matching eyes. He’s nice. In our death class he said he felt guilty when his same sex couples die and we share our safety class too,”

“Hm, that sounds cool. Pretty old. I died in roman times too. It was fun to be a cupid, before everyone became so strict and prissy,” Xander responds looking off to the setting sun.

“Hm, I wonder if you know him then? Addon, gold eyes brown hair. He was super nice and said we could help eachother with our strict safety teacher,”

“Addon?” Xander asked looking down his eyes fluffing out shocked.

“Yeah Addon, yknow him?”

“You should rest, you have a lot that you have to process. I’ll see you around,” Xander said. His voice hinted with annoyed as he gave her a final hug before leaving.

Adora watched Xander leave tilting her head. Why was he so defensive, I guess he does know him. Xander doesn’t seem to like the other cupids anyways though. Adora sighs soft and heads back to her dorm.

Ariel knocks on Adora’s door before opening it, “ADORA! How was your first day! Where were you. I wanna hear all about it!” she hums walking in.

“Hey Ariel. I’m pretty tired. I did chat with a cupid, I might be making friends with him,” Adora says smiling softly yawning.

“That sounds nice. You gotta tell me about it when you feel better okay. If you need any help, ask me.”

“Of course,” Adora hums waving Ariel away.

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Adora's Backstory

Trigger Warning: Christianity, abuse, death, foster care (please let me know if I miss any)

Adora Age at death: 17  1829 - 1846

Adora was raised through the romantic and a few of the gothic era. She was the youngest daughter of two. Her father was a high-standard banking man with his income and stability often fluctuating with bankruptcy. Her mother worked as a seamstress making clothing for her neighbours, family, and friends, to help the family make extra money. Her older brother helped out by tending to the animals and the garden. He is gone for long hours leaving Adora to do the housework all day. 

Her home chores never varied and she was always able to complete them but the temperament of her father changed with how his work went. Being the one who didn’t contribute to the family in food or money she was often the victim of his words. He would berate her and get physical often. At 17 she died due to the abuse and malnutrition of the times.

After dying Adora goes to heaven as a spirit and spends her years wandering there. She was greeted by the judges, given a white dress to change into and treated for the bruises in a care centre. The days were great, she talked with the other spirits and angels. Over a hundred and fifty years later Adora is getting sad and bored with her repetitive life. She is slowly forgetting her old life and she wants to do more with her afterlife so she approaches God with her question.

“How do I become an angel, sir?”

“An angel? Well, there are many different angels. What type of angel do you wish to be? It’s a difficult process, you must pass tests and shadow and prove your strengths,” they respond.

“Well, I don’t know what kind of angel. I want to help people. People who are hurting and need safety,” Adora explains.

God nods understanding, “I think you will be a good guardian angel, I will call the head of the guardian angels to begin your placement,” they say calling forth the head guardian angel, Alice. A sharp-looking angel with her wings small ontop of her head, a trick upper angels have;

It was a difficult process to turn into a guardian angel. First was the schooling, learning about the history of angels. All types of angels, but a focus on guardian angels. Then she learned about the tasks needed to complete as guardian angels. The different people who have become guardian angels, famous ones, bad ones, rejected ones. How angels become fallen, shunned from heaven and all the residents.

After the schooling, a year or two, there were multiple tests: written, physical, practical and real. These tests were hard but Adora never gave up, she did her best and passed. Afterwards, the shadowing begins. It’s difficult to keep up, angels get wings but spirits just wander without them. As time goes on it gets easier, Adora knows what’s expected, what’s needed, where to go and how to keep up.

The worst part of it all though was getting her wings in. It was painful, and long, and took weeks. First rashes formed, they were itchy, tough, and painful. Slowly the rashes will grow and plumage will begin. The lumps continue growing until her skin opens up, the cold essence of what used to be her blood falling. The wings slowly come out, skin taught, with feathers beginning. The last parts are less painful as the feathers come in and grow out. During this process Adora is stuck in the guardian angel lodging, mostly in her dorm, in pain, crying and waiting till the end.

After the wings come in and recover Adora is learning how to use her angel powers. She learns how to fly and glide, this takes many months to become proficient. Turning visible to the human eye. Most humans cannot see angels and rely on other modes of communication like prayers and divination. In desperate situations, angels need to reveal their identity and they do this by manipulating the light around them, often leaving them with a glow to humans.

Adora also learned how to turn other items invisible, including humans, often used for safety situations and to teleport in the most critical times. Reading human minds was an easy power to learn, and learning body language in school made it much quicker to use. She was feeling much better about becoming an angel and her future helping others.

Adora shadowed for two more years with her wings and powers to get them under control before she graduated. Once graduated Adora was granted her halo. Many lower angels are given simple halos, small gems or stars if desired, many don’t wear them either. It was an honour to be given her halo and wear hers like a crown. A crown that was too big and covered one of her eyes but that was fine. Adora loved her halo either way and wore it with pride.

God gave Adora her first placement a day after her halo was received. She will never forget that day, the human world had changed so much in her time. October 5th, 2012 in a small busy town on the outskirts of Nebraska. Adora was placed to help a girl, 18 years old, wanting to run away from her foster family. 

The girl was Janice, she had been in foster care since she was a toddler, passed around from family to family. The most recent family to take her in was loud, and harsh but never laid hands on her. She turned 18 the night she ran away knowing that something bad would happen when morning came. Janice was a practising witch and has been meditating and practising cleansing often. She had recently begun divination where one of Adora’s colleagues had hinted Janice would no longer be safe there.

Adora was ready for this, she had helped with a few runaways in her shadow work. She watched as Janice began packing her backpack. It was dark out and her parents had already made sure she was asleep. Janice opens the window quietly and slides out shutting it behind her. She looks around and stealths through the night with Adora following close behind.

Adora knew of one of Janice's friends who lived alone. She knew her background and placed the idea in Janice’s head to go there. Janice was silent about her plan to run away. She spoke about it to no one, her friends, her co-workers, and not a single person around her knew what she was planning. She had decided to run away the night of her 18th birthday a week before, it was a quick decision and she knew she had to act fast. 

Running through the night Janice arrives at her friend's apartment knocking, Adora had made sure she made it there safely. No cops, no fishy men, and no violence on the way. She gently persuaded Janice’s friend to wake up and she opened the door. Janice was accepted with open arms to stay there as long as needed. 

Before the night finished Adora went back to Janice’s foster home and made sure her valuables were well hidden. Anything with sentimental or retail value that her foster parents may throw out before she’s able to retrieve them. During this Adora notices much more of the changes that have gone through the world while she was gone. She tucks away the belongings and goes back to heaven to wait until morning. 

As expected her foster parents were yelling at Janice to wake up and were surprised to see her not there. They yell and they curse and they call her to find out Janice ran away to live alone now that she’s 18. Her parents are shocked and quickly agree, with a little persuasion from Adora, and they set up a time to pick up the rest of Janice’s stuff. When Janice picks up the rest of her stuff, her valuables most of all, her parents are angry claiming they bought it and deserve to keep it, but Janice had found receipts from some luck given to them to prove she owns them. 

Quickly, Adora can call her first mission a success and she sighs with relief. She continues with small missions for a few years, spread out as she grows her confidence and learns more about human life now and how they work, how they dress, and what they like and do. 

But then, 2015 happened. It was a big year in America, where Adora was located, as gay marriage had been legalised. Adora tried her best to learn about gay marriage and rights but she got conflicting information. So Adora went to her colleagues about it and they quickly shushed her about it. What if God were to hear and think she was talking to him?

Him? The Underlord she supposed, but God worked with the Underlord so she didn’t understand why the other angels couldn’t talk to him. Either way, the other guardian angels wouldn’t answer her questions so she went to the cupids, angels of love, to figure out what was so wrong. She didn’t get the answers she was looking for either.

It was a lot of yelling. ‘We’re just doing our job!’ 

‘I don’t decide who falls in love with each other!’

‘Why do you wanna know guardian!’

Frustrated Adora heads back to the human world to wander around and try and understand what was going on. She knows the general information she supposes, Gay is when a man and a man love each other. But Adora just can’t wrap her head around why everyone is so defensive about it. Until she met him.

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Theo

TW: Christianity, Bullying

The next day after waking up Adora tidies up her books and looks at the guardian jobs needed. One she notices still up, abandoned, is for a bullied teenager who had been outed as bisexual. Adora had recognised the word, bisexual, it is part of the LGBT community. 

She had decided that this would be the job she worked on. Grabbing the flyer she goes to the head of guardian angels to gain approval, a pretty simple task. They merely skim the job and make sure it’s up to your skill level.

“You want this job?” she asks looking up from the flyer.

“Yes,” Adora answers smiling softly. 

“I mean, it’ll be a bit difficult, I think you could handle it but I should advise you not to delve too deep into things you don’t understand,” Alice says softly but sternly.

Adora frowns to herself and nods before being granted access to the job. She flies down to a small town in the country. Adora finds her assignment, a boy named Theodore, in his small apartment. 

His home life had not been mentioned so she decided to watch him and his family. It seems fairly nuclear, a mother, a father, and a baby sister. Adora watches Theodore in his room, he’s finishing his homework and doodling on a sketchbook beside him. 

“Theo, honey it’s time for breakfast,” his mother calls from their small kitchen

Theodore, also referred to as Theo, perks his head up. He sets his homework back in his backpack before walking out. Theodore's father is already at work so he won’t see him till after school.

“How did you sleep, honey?”

“I slept good, thank you, Mom,” he said. Theo eats his breakfast, toast and an egg with orange juice on the side. It was small but good. 

After breakfast, Theodore’s mom drives him to school and takes his little sister to daycare. Adora follows Theodore through the halls. He keeps his head down his brown hair covering grey eyes.

“Kissing any boys lately Theo!” a kid mocks down the hall.

Theo tugs his hair narrowing his eyes at his feet as he nears his locker. Adora notices it’s littered with papers people have taped on. She tried reading them but Theo rips them down before she gets the chance. While Theo puts his bag away Adora picks up the pages to see what was written, more hate messages,

“Bicycle”

“Pick a side”

“Unnatural”

Adora is stunned by the hatred that these children can have for their peers. She looks back and follows Theo to his first class. He sits in the back of the class and tries his best to blend in and go unnoticed. It’s an unfortunate sight to see for the guardian angel.

Throughout the day people heckled and one even tried to ask him out as some strange prank. At the end of the school day, Theo’s mom picks him up, and he sits in the back waving and cooing at his little sister. He’s calmer now Adora notices. Happier.

Once home Theo sits down at the dining table and begins working on homework. He hears the heavy steps of his father approaching the door as it opens. Theodore looks up from the pile of papers smiling as the tired man walks in. 

“Hi Dad,” he exclaims softly.

“Hey, how was school?” he asks in response. Adora smiled at the Father’s voice, It was rough but a kind of gentle she rarely saw.

Theodore shrugged, “the same old, I guess,”

“Those bullies still picking on you?” he asks. Theo gives a curt nod and his dad smiles brightly, “Well you gotta show them you can take it. Show them you’re in charge. Sock ‘em in the mouth, they won’t give you any problems I can guarantee,”

His mother scoffs lightly from the other room, “that’s a one-way ticket to detention,” she says.

“Sure, but it’ll show that you’re strong and can take what they dish,”

“You shouldn’t resort to violence, Theo. You’re a strong man. Just show them that they don’t get under you’re skin and they’ll stop, alright?” his mom adds in.

Theo smiles at his parents nodding and goes back to working on his school work. The night went by smoothly. They ate a small but good dinner. They played together and laughed and talked. Before bed Theo kneeled beside his bed and folded his hands, Adora had seen this action many times before for prayers. She listened intently hoping for a hint on how she should help him tomorrow.

‘God, I’m sorry for sinning, I’m sorry for being bi. Thank you for my loving and supporting family. Please keep them safe,’ he prays. His vibrations were deep showing his intentions were true. Adora smiles softly watching him get into bed before flying off to her dorms. 

In the morning Adora goes to Theo’s home to find a family photo. It was easy to find a spare, one from his sister's birth in a kitchen drawer. She slips the picture into his binder before rushing off to his school before he finishes breakfast. Theo’s locker has begun acquiring hateful papers again but she begins getting rid of them before he comes.

Theo arrives, his head down as always, and reaches his locker. Theodore looks up preparing to rip off papers but sees a blank door. He smiles softly feeling a rush of relief before quickly putting his bag away. He hurries to the first period before heckles can be thrown his way. Adora follows him proudly. Pulling out his binder the photo falls out as a crude slur comes from one of his classmates.

Theo turns his head not noticing his family at first towards the sound of the remark. Adora doesn’t know quite how to fix it other than give guidance to take a deep breath and turn back to his desk, like his mother’s advice. Once looking back to his desk he sees the smiling faces of his mom and dad and the sleeping face of his baby sister. He smiles softly to himself placing the photo in a safe space before getting to classwork.

As the day continues Adora tries her best to get rid of physical reminders such as litter and reminding Theo of his family. Theo enters his Mom car kissing his sister on the cheek before exclaiming how much better the school day was.

“There were no letters in my locker, and I must have forgotten a family picture in my backpack because it fell out in math! And every time I got upset I just thought of you guys and I felt better,” he exclaims smiling brightly.

Adora listened smiling and followed them home as a precaution. Theo’s home life seems enjoyable and safe compared to school so she won’t have to watch him there going forward probably. As predicted the night went smoothly, much like the one before. Though Theodore kept telling everyone how special today was and how much better it was compared to usual.

Theo kneels beside his bed for prayer and Adora listens, ‘Thank you for today. Please keep my family safe and bring me more days like this please, it was great.’ 

Adora smiles bringing a hand to her chest before leaving. Instead of heading straight to her dorm, she decides to roam the streets to see what changes are going on, and see if she can see Xander again. She would love to tell her all about her mission so far. The night is young, a soft glow from the sun illuminating everything nicely. Unfortunately, the night doesn’t stay young forever and Adora does not find him.

She flies back to the dorms, humming happily, thinking of the best ways to continue helping Theo. Little did she know something big was gonna happen that was going to help her. 

The next day, Adora starts checking on Theo before scurrying off to his school. She made sure his locker was bare when he came in. It was obvious that yesterday had made Theodore feel better but he was still wary of everyone. 

“Hey Theodore, you sure seem happy,” a blonde girl said.

“Oh, hi Susan, I’m alright,” Theo responds. He doesn’t know what to say. Is this a prank? Is she trying to make a joke of him or be genuine? Adora looks at Susan quizzically reading her intentions but they all seem pure so she guides Theo to continue talking.

“There’s a partner project coming up in literacy, I was wondering if you’d be my partner?” she asks smiling. “We can do pretty much any book, I read whatever”

Theo thinks for a moment before nodding, “Yeah, we can be literacy partners,” 

“Awesome! I’ll see you then Theodore,” she beams walking away, leaving Theo to ponder over her words.

Once Literacy began, as Susan had said there was a partner project, and as suspected looks of disgust were thrown towards Theo. Susan smiles brightly and walks over to him setting down her books.

“What book were you thinking of for this prospect?” she asks humming.

“I don’t know. The book list is pretty good. Maybe we should try ‘The Giver’ it sounds cool,” Theo says looking through the list of fiction books given to the children to make a project on.

“Yeah utopian but not is so cool! Let’s do it,” Susan agreed and went up to the teacher to tell her their book and grab two copies. Theo feels eyes glaring at him and Adora takes note trying her best to influence him not to care. “How should we divide this book up? We have a whole month for this project. Man, our teacher rocks, right?” Susan says sitting back down with a smile and handing a book to Theo.

“Well, obviously the first part is to read the book. It doesn’t seem too long so that’s nice. We can make a Google doc or something to share notes while we’re reading. And then afterwards we can decide what type of project we want to do,”

“Yeah! Hmm, 23 chapters. Well since we have a full month we can take our time. How about 2 chapters a day then we do the last 3 that’ll put us around two weeks to read the book and two weeks for the project,”

“That sounds like a good plan,” Theo smiles thumbing through the book. The two used the rest of the class period to begin reading ‘The Giver’ and Adora smiled watching them.

Throughout the rest of the day any free moment Theo had he continued to read. He was enthralled in the book without realising it finding a sort of comfort in Jonas the main character. Adora was happy that he found a haven through the verbal assault. 

It was strange in a sense. How Theo only now learned how safe books could be but it was the start of something big for him. Adora could tell. She kept watch of him over the years as he finished high school. She blocked out what she could, filtering the hate, but Theo learned of the worlds where he’s alike. He felt better and graduated ending Adora’s mission. She wouldn’t lie, after years of making sure he was okay and happy she was sad to be moving on but she was happy to have helped and to have made a difference.

Adora stretched her wings and arms out wide walking around and smiling wide. She had a successful mission, a successful long mission with a queer kid no less. She wanted to meet up with that Cupid she meant not long ago and tell him all about it. 

“Little angel, what are you doing here?” said a voice behind her.

Adora jumps turning around and smiles bright. “Xander! I was just looking for you! I finished an assignment for this sweet kid named Theo. He was getting bullied at school for being bi and after what you said I decided to do some reading and I think you’re right. We should be doing more to protect the queers. And I think it’s unfair that-” Adora begins excitedly to tell all about her mission and what she thought.

“Hold on there, you should be careful what you say. You can fall too, you won’t be much help down here. You don’t have a human form, do you?”  Xander says, calmly keeping his eyes stern but curious.

Adora pauses watching him and nods. “Sorry. You’re right, it’s just so strange. Why don’t they want to help everyone? But I want to help everyone, that’s what I’m going to do!” she says determined.

“You can only go to the jobs posted and approved through. If you go behind the uppers' backs enough they won’t think twice about having you fall. Especially if they think you’re in contact with me,”

“Yeah, but I’ll do my best with what I have. I’m sure I can do it. I mean, you still help people too though don’t you?”

“Yes, but what I can do to help is a lot more limited than anything you can do,” Xander explains. 

Adora nods thinking to herself. “Well, either way, I’m glad we were still able to talk. It was nice seeing you again Xander. I should head home and do some reading,” she hums before waving leaving the fallen boy to himself.

Once home Adora reads up on what the world is like now, how people live, are divided. She finds it entrancing and soaks all the information she can about how angels can use the common day technology to the advantage, and how it can be a disadvantage. Technology has made it easier for people to connect but it has also made it easier for people to harm others. As an angel Adora’s job is to help people stay safe but with ever-growing technology it’s more difficult than when her peers started.

CG Kirishima Head Cannons

Loves anything to do with sharks. Finds a shark stuffy? Gets it for his little. Baby shark? Play it all the time? His little made him a shark drawing? Its going on the fridge. And the books, he loves finding more and more shark books for his little.

Calls his little: Baby Shark, pebble, baby, and little one

Likes to be called: Daddy shark, Boulder, and Dada

Pixar for DAYS. Loves putting on Brave or Toy Story

I don't know why but I feel like he would make hot cocoa as a little drink

Loves to read to his little, before bed, after a hard day, date night. Just loves to read

Colouring dates!

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