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myrulia · 3 years

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About the Kokushibou x Muzan little sister ask can I get prompt 8 please 😅 sorry for the inconvenience.

.｡.:*✧Prompt 8: "It feels right, promise I don't mind."

.｡.:*✧Warnings: Slight sexual tension

╰╴⇢｡.:*✧A/N: If an appearance/personality is made evident, then it is because you are related to Muzan.

`` [Y/N], my beloved sister, have you considered ever finding a suitable partner such as I did? ``

Your elder brother, Lord Kibutsuji Muzan, spoke as you both were seated in one of the many rooms of the Infinity Castle that was well away from everyone else since your discussion held private matters.

`` Brother, you made your past wives go insane, and the one you have now is a fake. So therefore, it does not count. ``

Muzan let out a huff of annoyance at the same time you did, the habit being something you both inherited unfortunately which led to the Upper Moon Two to tease you about, which led to him becoming disciplined right after.

`` That is not the point. [Y/N], I do not want you to be alone- ``

`` But I'm not alone, I have you and the other Upper Moons..- ``

`` Ah yes, the Upper Moons you say? ``

There was a glint of mischievousness in Muzan's eyes that you became all too accustomed with, knowing he was coming up with a great plan that you know utterly nothing about. Truth be told, finding a partner would not seem like the worst thing, but your stubbornness has stopped you from giving into your older brother's wishes.

`` Since you brought up the Upper Moons, I'll start from there. ``

You quirked a brow up in response to his choice of words, crossing your arms habitually and holding the same accursed scowl Muzan would also make during his meetings.

`` Why don't you get to know them, `` he started, referring to the higher ranks. `` The Upper Three ranks would make suitable partners and would have no trouble protecting you when I am absent. ``

You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose trying to see a somewhat decent future with any of them. Sure, the idea had its pros, but far too many cons, especially with Douma. He was tall and handsome, sure, but had little to no emotions whatsoever and was too much of a masochist for you to handle.

Then there is Akaza. He was respectful to women and you actually found that trait attractive, but he was too focused on becoming strong and probably would not even give you the attention you would need.

Lastly, Kokushibou. An even taller demon who was quiet, well reserved, and surprisingly good looking despite having three sets of eyes. For once, you did not know the male's motives due to his nature, which allured you to him further. You have tried to strike up a conversation but he was quick to end it and would disappear somewhere else in the Castle.

`` Muzan, I would never consider Douma suitable, Akaza is a 50/50 chance, but Kokushibou- well..- ``

`` Well? ``

You wanted to voice out your opinion of the Upper Moon One to your brother, but knowing him, he would rat you out instantly just so that your relationship with him would get a move on so he can be satisfied.

`` Actually, nevermind, I'll take some time to think about it brother. ``

You got up from your chair and exited from the large room, jumping from the balcony and onto another platform. You repeated this process until you were well away from Muzan's quarters.

You were not even set on a destination, you just wanted to clear your head of his desire to find you a future husband. The idea was not a bad one, in fact it was a smart move in the first place, but it felt forced and not genuine to have to pick based off your brother telling you to.

You were so lost in your thoughts that you did not notice the large figure just in front of you, and before you knew it, you bumped right into the figure's back, causing it to fall over with you on top.

`` Who- ``

`` I apologize! `` You blurted out before the voice could finish. `` I was not looking where I was going and ended up tumbling onto you so I'm sorry. ``

You quickly got off of the large figure who also stood up and adjusted his hakama accordingly that got slightly messed up in the fall. Once the figure is turned around, you are met with 3 pairs of eyes glaring down at your shorter form. It was none other than Kokushibou, or better known as the Upper Rank One based on the kanji in his eyes. You look stunned as you take in his appearance. You expected a much more piercing gaze due to him usually having one, but instead of that, his face was more relaxed and dare I say neutral.

`` There is no need princess, `` the male said as he bowed in respect, not daring to leave unless you order for him to do so. The demons that lurked around the Castle were ordered by your high and mighty older brother to refer to you as "Princess" since he deems himself as the king. You objected of course, but in this moment you had no ounce of rejection to give. Usually you would dismiss the demons that call you such a thing, but it felt different with Kokushibou.

`` Still I bumped into yo- nevermind. Kokushibou I can trust you right? ``

Your question came out of the blue for the demon. Why were you suddenly asking if you can trust a man like him? Of course he did devote his life to both you and Muzan but his inner feelings and self doubt block himself from doing so fully. You always made things difficult for him.

`` Yes, you can entrust me with your life. ``

`` Are you only saying that because my brother told you to, or are you genuine? ``

The demon was rather taken aback by your bold choice of words, his eyes slightly enlarging before going back to a neutral expression. He tilted his head to the side ever so slightly, confusion taking over his features.

`` Why would I not want to protect someone dear to me? ``

You took a singular step back, desperately fighting the heat rushing to your cheeks and so to not embarrass yourself in front of him you covered the bottom half of your face and feigning a look of pondering.

`` If you are genuine as you claim to be, then I shall tell you. Muzan wants me to find a suitable partner. ``

You were blunt yet again, believing that sugarcoating information only draws away time that could be spent doing something much more worthwhile. You removed your hand from your face, now holding a stern look with the much taller Upper Moon whose expression has shifted. A visible vein was pulsing on his neck that you learned was due to annoyance.

`` Have you found anyone? `` Kokushibou said with no clear indication of aggravation, but you knew of the male's habits from the years that you have you have to learn of the Upper ranks and their habits. You stepped closer towards him until your chest dangerously brushed against his, your hand reaching up to his hand and grabbing it gently. Kokushibou tensed up at the feeling of your soft hand being interlocked with his, so much so that he could not take his eyes off of your enticing ones.

`` Yes. You. ``

You stood on your tippy toes just to move closer to his face. His height may have been an obstacle but you succeeded, leaving the demon to be well enough flustered for it to be noticeable. Your little manipulative tactics resembled those of Muzan's, you are siblings after all. You tugged your hand away from his, sliding it up his forearm ever so slowly and to his chest, resting there and not daring to break the eye contact you have built.

`` Even though I am directly blood related to Muzan, would you be willing to be my partner and love me for who I am instead of who I am related to? ``

Kokushibou was well aware of what you meant with those words, after all he himself is very intelligent and could see through your advances. But even so, he found himself falling for them time and time again. You could simply be doing your hair and his mind would wander to how your raven locks would feel in between his fingers. With you being his Lord's younger sister, he thought it would be practically sinning to think of you in such ways, but now that the opportunity presented itself, he would not let it slip from his grasp.

`` It feels right, promise I don't mind. ``

`` That's all I needed to hear from you Kokushibou. ``

It took one small lean forward for your lips to land on his. Kokushibou instinctively returned the kiss as if he was programed to do so, except it was his full will driving him forward to finally have you as his own. To be able to have you by his side was almost a dream come true for him without even realizing it. Demons are essentially deprived of any real feeling so to have you return his feelings of infatuation fed into his desire all the same.

Although before the kiss could turn into a much more scandalous one, you retracted, but cupped his face in your hands.

`` Would He approve of this? `` Kokushibou asked whilst peering into your enchanting eyes again. His hands had moved to your waist but were quickly removed after the kiss, his own fears blocking him from allowing himself to submit to your enticing touch.

`` I don't need his approval, I am my own person who can make her own decisions. But, it was his idea so there is no need to worry. ``

`` That is all I needed to hear. ``

Kokushibou was the one who leaned forward this time, but before your lips could connect, he went to your neck and bit on your skin harshly which was bound to leave a mark. You gripped at his hair and tugged him away from your neck after you let out a small whine since your greed was increasing.

`` I am simply marking what is mine now, isn't that right, Princess? ``

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greenygreenland · 4 years

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Home: Lloyd Garmadon x Reader

-I LOVE ASKS. plz keep them coming, they make my day -i’m sorry i write slowly, I’m a perfectionist. -it’s also better to have quality over quantity, am I right? -takes place after Tournament of Elements but before Possessed

[REQUESTED BY ANON] Summary/ask: Maybe a reader with a "dark" power (like, not evil, but considered dark), and they were outcasted by it, everyone thinks they are bad and shit but they are just shy and insecure?

WARNING: MENTIONS OF VERBAL ABUSE (VERY BRIEF), BLOOD (BRIEF), INJURIES (ALSO BREIF), ETC.

Isolation. That was all you had ever known for the better half of your life. Most details were things you preferred to keep hidden away, locked up for good in that deep mind of yours.

You never had a whole family, but that was fine by you. Why should that matter when you had a father who loved and cared for you? Growing up, he always told you this: ‘Ninjago is so much more than our tiny home, my dear. Why should we worry about what we don’t have when there’s so much to discover?’

Even now, you held onto his words with your life. Even now when you forgot what his face looked like. Even now when you couldn’t remember his voice, or how warm his hugs were. Everything eventually faded, but not the emotions he made you feel.

Love, warmth, generosity.

Those were the only pieces of baggage you carried. Although heavy, they kept you from the evil strings of bitterness. You kept your chin up, high in the air so you could look to the sky. It was the limit after all, the portion of which you had to reach and reach until you couldn’t anymore. The only problem was getting there.

The alley was rather quiet today, a far cry from the usual bustling citizens looking for a shortcut or a food stand. You loved days like this, where no one would care to stare at you and whisper your name like it were a ball in a game. With your hood up, no one could see your face, and no one could cast you aside like the loner you were.

“What are you doing here?”

You wish you hadn’t heard his voice. As subtle as he tried to be, his snarky tone caused passing stragglers to glance at you. A sigh escapes your lips. What was he doing here? Didn’t he have anything better to do than follow you around and nag? You were cast aside as it was by your mother, forgotten by your so-called friends, and left behind by your ascended father.

He told you to stay away from that speedy idiot, the one your mother took away from you. The one who took after her with the same eyes, nose, and mouth. They had the same grin, too, the one where it looked like they thought they were better than you.

“If it isn’t Griffin Turner,” you grumble out. “What a pleasure.”

His stare isn’t friendly. You know under those red sunglasses that he’s glaring at you. He’s probably thinking about how much of a monster you are too, just like every other Elemental Master you ever faced in your life.

Griffin runs a hand over his oh-so-perfectly cut hairdo. “Oh don’t be a prick.” he spits out. “Have some respect for your older brother.” That grin doesn’t slide off his face no matter how dark your expression gets. He’s always been oblivious. First to your powers, then to your father’s death, and finally, to how terribly he’s been treating you.

It doesn’t matter that he’s your older brother. Bullying does not discriminate, and neither do you, blood ties or not. “Just leave me alone, I’m not in the mood Griffin.” He raises a brow. “Not in the mood? Since when did someone like you have feelings? You’re cold-hearted, just like your dad.”

You frown. “’Your dad’?” you echo. “What, so we’re only related when you choose?” Griffin shrugs absentmindedly. You know he’s trying to provoke you, get a reaction, but you just can’t help it. He was patronising you and your father.

“I’m just glad I lived with mum instead of dad.” he adds. “At least I don’t have to run after the garbage truck with a shopping list.” He snickers to himself and you go rigid. “Take that back.”

“What? Your last braincell?”

“Well--you--you’re a...” You pause. “At least I had someone who loved me and actually payed attention to me! Sure, I inherited dad’s elemental powers, but he taught me something you’ll never get: kindness. You think I don’t know? Look again you pathetic waste of space!” That wasn’t supposed to hit hard and you both knew it. Griffin could have said a million other insults that burned like the sun itself, yet somehow, with your puny words, you hit a nerve. A nerve that wasn’t supposed to be punched in the first place.

Griffin’s grin finally slides off his face. He stuffs a hand in his pocket and uses the other to adjust his bright sunglasses. He doesn’t say anything, but you can practically feel the air thicken between the empty distance. Griffin didn’t have lo self-esteem, but sometimes, his mum called him a waste of space. When you walked by the luxurious apartment, on days the kitchen window was left wide open, you heard what she’d say to Griffin--what she did to him.

Suddenly, you’re taken back to the age of six, when your parents were together and Griffin was more than your only brother. You were best friends. You did everything together. But then your father passed down his elemental powers to you, and it was then that everything changed.

Your father taught you that your powers were a gift passed down all the way from the days the First Spinjitzu Master lived among the people of Ninjago. It was a gift used to protect him when he was in need, a gift that possessed great power and majesty. Your elemental abilities had a double edge to it. Although beautiful, it possessed a great danger.

One slip-up was all it took. One mistake you never meant.

That day, you were practicing control and discipline over your powers. You never meant for it to happen, and if you could go back, you would a million times over. That day, all the control, all the mastery you had over your abilities disappeared in an instant. You swore it was only for a second, but it could have lasted a millennia.

Your element was more than a power. It was a living part of you with its own consciousness you couldn’t quite understand. When you slept, you saw him, the intangible person you never cared to learn the name of. He always sat in a plain of pure darkness, where you couldn’t touch or see him clearly.

You knew he never meant to frighten you, but that day, you only saw a monster. Perhaps it was you, perhaps it was him. You never knew because the moment you lost control, your world went black. From then on, your parents split. Your mother took Griffin away from you, and as time grew, so did the distance between you.

You wish you could change things starting from that day till now. Those forsaken words shouldn’t have left either of your mouths, but the damage had already been done. It cut too deep that not even magic could mend the wounds.

“Griffin I--”

“So that’s how it is.” A bitter laugh escapes his lips and you flinch like you’ve been struck. Griffin walks toward you at a painfully slow pace. The alleyway isn’t part of the city anymore. It’s a battlefield of honour, of pride, of two siblings who have been torn apart. He doesn’t meet your eyes as he pulls something out of his pocket. “Here.”

The wad of cash presented to you between his fingers looks more like an insult than a gift. Was he trying to rub in your face how rich his mum was compared to your dead dad? Surely this wasn’t an olive branch to apologise for being a jerk for the past eleven years.

He stares at your incredulous expression and yanks your wrist forward, slapping the bills into your hand and forcing it into your sweater pocket. “Look, I’m not patronising you, okay? Just...go to your friend or whatever and don’t spend that on drugs. Your financial situation sucks, I get it.”

His tone is rather aggressive, but you know that speech pattern. The one where it’s soft and bashful because he’s embarrassed to be talking out loud like that--like an older brother. You run your fingers over the cash in your pocket and stare at Griffin. He looks the other way and begins marching past you, making sure to bump shoulders.

“Griffin, wait.” You make a grab for his arm but he’s already gone at the speed of light. “Thanks,” you whisper to yourself. “I guess.” You aren’t sure how long you stay in the dead alleyway, frozen in your own thoughts. But as soon as you’re ready to make your way to the park, the alleyway fades, the honking of the cars disappear, and you’re completely alone in a surge of darkness.

“That has got to be a least three hundred.”

You heave out a long sigh as the darkness parts. Robes drag across the floor like liquid gold, sparkling and shimmering like the sun. “Such a coward, your brother. He shouldn’t have run away like that.” The man is a living contradiction, much like you. Although he lived in a world of darkness, that never stopped light from blooming in his cold heart. He cared for you as much as he cared for your father and those before him.

The man adjusted the collar of his red robes, yanking the thick fabric into all the right shapes and places. His pale face was like a sheet of paper, but the calm smile made up for that and tinted his cheeks rose. “Here,” he said, waving his arm. The wad of cash drifted out of your pocket, mixing with the mist until it was all but a speck of light. It drifted into one of the man’s pockets, which he patted.

“Honestly,” he says, “could you be more inconspicuous? Someone down the street looked like he wanted to mug you.” You frown and the man huffs. “When you need the money, come back. I’ll keep it here.”

“Thank you.”

“Raijin.” he says. “Call me Raijin.”

The mist began swirling like a whirlpool, twisting and turning until your hood whacked you in the face. The alleyway materialised as soon as your feet hit the pavement. The honking of cars sliced through the air, bombarding your ears in the cityscape sounds. “First Spinjitzu Master...” you grumble, rubbing your ears.

“LOOK OUT!”

You whip around in bewilderment and flatten yourself against the brick wall. A group of four or five fruit-coloured boys fly from the fire escape above. If you hadn’t reacted quickly enough, then you’d be as much of a pancake as the blue one (he was under all of them).

“I’m--gonna--die! Get off me Cole!”

“I...I can’t when Zane’s heavier than a rock!”

“Kai, move your stupid leg!”

“Everyone stop arguing! Lloyd is unconscious!”

The last bit sent the group in a rush of shouting, scrambling, and shoving. You wanted to do something to help, but these boys were the ninja, students of Sensei Wu and partly, Garmadon. In the world of elemental masters, they were known as the OG, the ones who defeated the Great Devourer, Garmadon, and so many more.

The last time you saw them (together, that was) had to be half a year ago on Chen’s forsaken island. You almost died, but Lloyd saved you. He and his friends risked their lives to help everyone off that island. If thy hadn’t been there...

You glance at Lloyd. He lay on the pavement, faintly breathing and coughing as Zane wrapped gauze around his wrist. The blood smeared on his face sent your heart tumbling. Just what had they done this time?

“Hey!” you exclaim. The boys remove their hoods and turn to you. Kai knits his brows together. “Aren’t you--?”

“Do you want help or no?” you gruffly retort. Zane’s bright eyes don’t leave your cold expression as you look between all the ninja. Cole and Jay look uneasy about the offer, but to even the blind, it was clear they had no choice.

“Yes.” Zane says. “We would be grateful for your assistance, (Y/n).” You nod and motion for them to follow you out of the alleyway. Kai carefully lifts Lloyd off the ground and onto his back. “Thank you for your generous offer.”

“Don’t thank me until he’s well.” you quietly reply. As scary as it was inviting people to your tiny apartment, this was the ninja. You owed them this much for being Ninjago’s protectors for so long. “We’re taking the back route because I don’t want to attract unwanted attention. It’s clear you had a run-in, let’s not repeat that.”

Halfway down one of the quieter streets, you heard Jay whisper this, “I heard she’s evil. Are you sure we should trust her?”

You want to be offended, but getting upset would only make everything worse. You re-called your conversation with Griffin, and that look on his face when you called him a waste of space.

He deserved the insult, you told yourself. Why should you feel guilty?

You spot a beat-up door worn with age. The blue paint peeled off the wood, scattering along the doorstep in little piles. As much as you wanted to renovate, you couldn’t afford it. You had to save up for college and rent.

You dig your hand inside your trousers’ pocket and produce a key. The scratches rub against your calloused hands as you stick it in the keyhole and yank open the door. “Bring him in.” No one says a word as you watch the ninja file into your home one by one. Like good guests, they remove their shoes and leave them in a little corner of the hall.

You close the door behind you and lock it, tossing the key in its respective place. “Set him down on the couch. I’ll get a med kit.” When you come back with the med kit and freshly washed hands, you weave past Cole and sit on the floor by Kai’s side. “He’ll be alright.” you calmly state.

Kai sharply meets your gaze. “His wrist is broken.”

“Yes, but bones can be mended. He will be alright.” You ignore the stares, they were background noise, and place your hands around the wound. “Raijin,” you whisper, “I need assistance.”

The last time you had to fix a broken wrist had to be about three months ago. It was a rather draining action, but for Lloyd, you would do anything. He needed you.

Suddenly, your body goes completely rigid. Your hands are cold and you shut your eyes, allowing the icy sensations to wash over your being. A breeze passes over your face and settles around your hands. You imagine Lloyd’s bones mending back into place, connecting painlessly like a puzzle piece would.

“What’s she doing?” you hear Jay whisper.

“I think she’s concentrating.” Cole answers. “Kind of...creepy if I do say so myself.”

You feel the bones clicking together, and once you are sure Lloyd is alright, you open your eyes and heave out a long sigh. “He...he will be...” You can’t finish that sentence. The world spins with dots and mingles in a flurry of colours and blurs. Someone was saying something, but you can’t make out what’s wrong with you.

The world fades to black.

“Here again?”

You frown uncomfortably as Raijin struts out from behind a curtain of shadow. It’s hard to disregard him, so you avert your gaze to the side. “I don’t choose when I come here, you know that.” He chuckles and it’s a low rumble. “You like him.”

“Who?”

“Lloyd. It’s not everyday you let people into your home. When you saw Griffin walk by with a broken leg, you didn’t heal him.” You sigh loudly. “Well, that’s different Raijin.”

“Is it?” There’s a suggestive tone to his voice you don’t like, as if he’s looking inside your head and hearing all your thoughts bouncing around. Raijin probably did hear some of it. He was, after all, a part of you, both soul and body. Silence falls over your shoulders and it sits there like an old pillow: uncomfortable, flat, and irritating.

The silence stretched and you felt small in the presence of Raijin. He had a way with his height and energy that somehow made him appear all the more regal. You can’t meet his eyes as you blurt out the dumbest question you could muster. “Will Lloyd be okay?”

The answer is obvious, but Raijin doesn’t comment on it. He folds his hands together and softly nods, as if he’s afraid of making you shrink further into yourself. “Thanks to your efforts his wrist is healed. Why don’t you see for yourself?” You perk up. “What--?”

The darkness curls under your shoes, stretching like gum and absorbing you in nothing. It’s cold, it’s dark, and it’s filling you with adrenaline.

You jolt upright.

“I see you and Raijin had quite the conversation.” a crinkly voice states. You rub your pounding head, accepting the steaming cup of tea from Sensei Wu’s hands. It’s been a while since you’ve seen the monastery, much less your old room. Wait, Wu? Your old room from when you were eleven? “Sensei?” He smiles kindly, giving your shoulder a good pat. “If you were wondering, Lloyd has been healed. Actually, he wishes to see you.”

“Me?” you inquire. “Really?” Wu chuckles to himself good-naturedly. He turns his back to you and slides open the door, revealing a red-faced Lloyd. He goes stiff like a board. “Uh--I--sorry--just passing--”

Wu gently guides Lloyd into the room, paying no mind to the stuttering mess his nephew had become. It’s an odd sight to see Lloyd, the Green Ninja, tripping over his own feet, adjusting his sleeves, and picking at loose threads instead of meeting your eyes like he did that day.

Lloyd had been like a gust of wind. He came to your rescue strong and fast, scooping your bloodied body in his arms with a gentle hold. When the time came and you all had to leave the island, you were still too weak to use your elemental powers, so Lloyd let you ride with him. Those crazy few weeks on Chen’s island had been traumatising.

The fact that you weren’t trusted by anyone due to your powers made it worse, until you met Lloyd and his father.

Wu quietly exists the room, gently closing the door behind. You silently thank him for his consideration. “It’s been a while.” you quietly say. Lloyd shuffles toward you with a bright smile, cheeks still tinted red. “I used to see you around Ninjago City a lot, but after a while, it was...I don’t know, like you disappeared.”

It’s your turn to avert your gaze. The truth was, you weren’t sure Lloyd still wanted to be your friend after the Tournament. You saw him less and less with each passing day, only ever giving a small wave here and there whenever he went to Borg Tower. After half a month, Griffin caught you talking with Lloyd. He bullied you about it and told you Lloyd was only acting like your friend.

Stupidly enough, you believed him. Your insecurities about being judged wore down your courage like a bath bomb in water. You couldn’t speak with Lloyd any longer, or give a simple wave that made him smile like the sun. One day, you decided to avoid him completely by taking a different route home. You never saw him again. Not until today.

“I-I’m sorry Lloyd.” you murmur. He blinks, knitting his brows together in confusion. “What do you mean you’re sorry? You didn’t do anything--”

“Yes I d-did.” You curse your wobbly voice. “I started a-avoiding you because I was scared we weren’t...you know...anymore. And a lot happened...and then...” Your eyes are burning with tears you know are filled with ages of stress and worry and anger.

You wanted to blame Griffin for making fun of you that day. You wanted to blame yourself for being so stupid. You wanted to blame Raijin for not talking to you when you needed him most. But you couldn’t. How would any of them know this would happen? That you’d eventually cut Lloyd off altogether until you were in isolation in that tiny apartment by yourself? How could you have known?

The side of your bed dips and gentle arms bring you in tight. It’s warm and reminds you of meadows with flowers, butterflies, and better days. When was the last time you actually hugged someone? Much less allowed them this close in your proximity? You didn’t have friends at school, so you always settled for books as your comfort. Books could not hug like people.

“I should be thanking you.” Lloyd said. “You healed me even though it made you pass out.” You sniffle, hesitantly wrapping your arms around Lloyd’s middle. As soon as you allow your shoulders to relax, warmth spreads through your chest. You recognised the sensation as a mix of comfort and relief.

To know someone else was here with you who cared and would sit with you as you cried your eyes out was new--but it felt good. When your dad died, you promised to never shed another tear. You couldn’t say you were good a keeping promises.

“If you want to tell me more, it’s okay.” Lloyd softly said. You rested your head on his shoulder, savouring the way he smelled like life itself. If you were to describe it, you’d call it grassy, flowery, and fruity all rolled into one.

“Well... You remember my brother Griffin?” you slowly begin. “He isn’t who you think he is. He always tells me things like I’m a monster because of my elemental powers, or that...”

You aren’t sure how long you talk for, but Lloyd’s there, listening to every word and drinking it in like gold. Sometimes he pitched in, other times he sat still in a silent horror you couldn’t fully comprehend. It never occurred to you just how broken your family relationships had been when it was your norm.

When your tears finally dried and you could breathe again, Lloyd took your hands and motioned for you to follow him out of the room. “Would you like to stay for dinner?” You smiled at him, enjoying the company his hand provided.

Wu rounded around the corner and said, “Would you like to stay forever?”

There was no question in that. You still had your old room and memories of when you used to call the monastery home. Why wouldn’t you want to make new ones? “Yes.” you reply. “I’d love that--if it’s fine with you.” Lloyd glanced at Wu, who simply nodded in confirmation.

Lloyd turns to you with a bright grin that you can only shyly match in response.

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spencersawkward · 4 years

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not to go full fluff central but omg can you write a one shot about matthew hanging out with his kids?? i see him as a girl dad and he would 100% play dress up with them and they would be wrapped around his finger and itd be so sweet it could cause cavities lmao i just want that man to have children so bad

ugh yes i want him to have kids so bad and YES he 100% is a girl dad i definitely agree. this was super interesting to write tbh bc i did it from his perspective but i'm glad i did and i'm glad you asked for it bc we love a saccharine one-shot! also i'm so bad at names for characters i'm sorry lol.

summary: Matthew has a day off with his two daughters!

content warnings: none! literally just fluffy fluff with a side of fluff.

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when Matthew wakes up to the press of a crayon on his forearm, he nearly startles. his head jerks up to see his daughter, Juniper, trying to draw on him. her hair is neatly braided and the other side of the bed is empty, indicating that his wife has already gotten up.

"good morning, sweetpea." he says to Juniper with a tired smile, wincing when she tries in vain to draw on him. wax on skin doesn't work that way.

"it isn't working, Dad." she pouts. she throws the purple crayon onto the bed and stares at him. she's got dark lashes framing huge, beautiful eyes, and a gap between her front teeth. she pried out the baby tooth a week ago-- seven years old and already determined to take it out herself-- and has been showing it around the house like a trophy.

"maybe we can try with markers after I get up." he suggests. she peers at him with an impatient expression.

"fine." although the word is venomous, she crawls up the bed until she's tucked beneath his arm and he kisses the top of her head. Matthew smiles to himself as he holds her, happy to have the whole day to spend with his kids. he hasn't had a day off in forever.

"should we make breakfast for you and your sister?" he asks cheerfully.

"yes!" she leaps up to stand on the bed, jumps around a little bit on the cushy mattress. "come on!"

"okay, okay," he chuckles, throwing off the covers. "let me brush my teeth first, sweetheart."

"I'm coming with." Juniper is insistent as she follows him. he takes out his toothbrush and toothpaste while she paws through her mother's makeup drawers and skincare. she grabs a bottle of perfume and examines it carefully. "what is this?"

"let's be careful with that." Matthew turns from the mirror, where he can see the rat's nest of hair on his head while he brushes his teeth, and gently puts the glass bottle back on the counter. Juniper crosses her arms.

"what is it?" she repeats. her father finishes up, then lifts her into his arms like she's a sack of potatoes.

"it's your mom's favorite smell." he clarifies. after kissing her little cheek, he walks into the kitchen with Juniper's arms wrapped around his neck. she clings to him like he is everything in the world, and he realizes that this is one of his favorite parts of the day. whenever he holds his daughters, he feels the kind of joy that simply can't be replicated. his heart overflows for them.

"morning, sleepyhead." Y/N looks up from the counter, where she's biting into a piece of toast and talking excitedly to their other child, Autumn. Matthew grins at the sight of her, so beautiful when she's laughing with her daughter.

"morning." he's smitten.

"I have to go in a minute, but I figured you'd be able to handle a day with them?" she comes over to him and kisses his lips, saying the last part softly. Juniper leans her head on her father's chest, staring at her mother with those enormous eyes.

"with these two devils?" Matthew nods to the girls. "of course."

Y/N shakes her head with a laugh and gives each of her daughter's foreheads before grabbing her purse.

"bye, Mama!" Juniper and Autumn say in unison.

"bye, my angels. I love you very much." she smiles warmly, ruffling Autumn's silky curls before touching Matthew's arm tenderly and heading out of the kitchen. he watches her go, waits for the sound of the lock clicking into place, before he looks conspiratorially between the remaining household.

"who wants pancakes?" he smirks. their ensuing squeals are affirmation enough.

...

"Dad, can I show you my ballet tutu?" Autumn surprises Matthew by grabbing onto his leg while he's making pancakes. Juniper is standing on a stool beside him, watching and helping to flip the flapjacks.

"nobody wants to see that, Autumn." Juniper scowls impatiently at her younger sister. Matthew turns to his little one and smiles.

"I would love to see your new tutu, sweetheart." he says. Autumn gives the other girl a triumphant look before running off to her room. when Matthew looks at Juniper, she blushes. "be nicer to your sister, Juni." he says gently.

the little scolded creature crosses her arms over her chest and turns her gaze to the pancakes. she knows she's not supposed to be mean, but sometimes Autumn is just so annoying. Matthew can't even pretend to stay mad for long, however, and offers the spatula to her.

"do you wanna flip it?" he smiles.

"yep!" Juniper quickly slides the utensil under the pancake, her father's hand guiding hers to make sure she doesn't accidentally burn herself. she's a smart girl, but she's inherited his lack of coordination (and his nose). they giggle together at the sound of the batter slapping the pan.

"dad, look!" Autumn tugs on the leg of his pants and he glances down to see her wearing a bright pink tutu over her leggings. his jaw drops open in wonderment, tinged with a smile.

"oh my goodness!" he gasps, hoisting her into his arms and burying his face in her curls. "you look just like a princess!"

she giggles. Matthew turns off the stove for a moment to spin her around in his arms before setting her down again and crouching to look at her. "can we see your dance routine after breakfast?"

Autumn nods shyly. he holds her tiny hand in his and kisses the back of it before standing back up. Juniper waits for him on her stool. they get back to cooking, both girls chatting about anything and everything while their father listens intently.

once they set the plates out on the table, Juniper volunteers to distribute forks and knives, and soon they've got a whole spread of golden brown pancakes, whipped cream, and fruit. they heap their dishes with food. the girls have a tendency to take more than they can actually eat, but that's okay. he loves the look of excitement in their eyes when they drizzle syrup over everything.

"nice job, kiddos." he nods, impressed, like they've made the whole meal themselves. both siblings grin back at him proudly. "let's dig in!"

he's hungry. Matthew cracks a couple jokes while they eat, pokes Autumn's stomach when she gets full halfway through her third pancake, and then both he and Juniper watch her do her ballet routine for them. she spins, twirls, smiles as she finishes the dance by throwing both arms into the air like she's won an Olympic gold medal. in his eyes, she has.

even Juniper is supportive and claps with a smile at her sister's achievement. although she teases and can be a bit too harsh with her younger sibling at times, the truth is that she's proud of her. it's evident in the way they play together in the summer, running around beneath the sun while Matthew and his wife sip on glasses of iced tea.

"brava!" he cheers when she skips back to her seat at the table. "a royal performance!"

"dad, can we have more whipped cream?" Juniper eyes the canister on the table with hungry eyes. he mulls this over for a second, enamored with the fact that she is so clearly his daughter. down to her features and mannerisms, her tendency to crawl onto the couch and watch the scary movies with him that she probably shouldn't be watching at her age. Autumn looks more like her mother, sweet and optimistic. a dreamy expression on her face.

he grabs the canister from the middle of the spread and pops the cap off the top.

"only if you don't tell your mother." he laughs. Juniper shakes her head vehemently like a half promise and opens her mouth as he puts a pile of whipped cream in it. he does it to Autumn next, then himself. they lean back in their chairs, rubbing their bellies with satisfaction.

"yummy." Juniper grins.

"whipped cream is the best topping in the world," Matthew says matter-of-factly, passing down a pearl of knowledge that will stay with them forever. "don't ever let anyone tell you different."

the three of them clean the dishes together, blowing suds all over the room while they listen to Sam Cooke and dance. the house rings with their laughter and the sounds of feet hitting the ground in rhythmic elation, the kitchen their personal concert hall.

if he could only bestow a few life lessons on them, one of them would be the importance of listening to old music.

Matthew wishes that he could spend all his days with them, making breakfast and hearing their crazy ideas. the world is so full and open to them, he sometimes finds himself thinking about how they're going to conquer it. they've got a grittiness to them that they could only get from their mother-- an absolute sureness that stiffens their little spines-- and an imagination that could fill books with stories. he wants to paint for them, do everything for them.

but for today, they head to Autumn's room and play dress-up with the enormous chest of costumes by her bed. should he work on not spoiling her so much? maybe. he doesn't care. she's absolutely adorable when she hauls out princess dresses, doctors' jackets and stethoscopes, other disguises. he thinks she's going to be an actress; she loves to take on different jobs and throw herself into them, walking around the house ordering that her next patient be brought in or for someone to prepare her microscope. her mind is full of ideas.

Juniper pretends to be disinterested in dressing up, but she gives up the act once Autumn hands her a tiara to wear and pours her imaginary tea.

"what flavor is this?" Matthew takes a sip from his miniature cup, fanning his mouth like it's hot. "it's divine."

"it's normal tea, you cuckoo bird." Autumn giggles. she sets the teapot down on the plastic table.

"I'm a cuckoo bird?" he pretends to be offended. "you're a cuckoo bird!"

"no I'm not!" Autumn protests, but Matthew is already wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her into his lap. he tickles her sides.

"you're the cuckoo bird!" he repeats through her fits of laughter. she squeals and kicks with joy until he sets her back on her feet.

"your hair is crazy." Juniper scolds. Matthew sighs and runs a hand through the unruly curls. they always tease him about it, and somehow it never gets old.

"probably because this one messed it up with her claws." he pokes Autumn's side and he suppresses a gleeful smile.

"Dad, you need a tiara, too." Juniper points to the empty spot on his head. "Autumn, get him one."

the younger sister looks like she's going to defy her sister's bossy demand, but decides against it and runs off to grab another bejeweled piece to place on her father's head. it's comical, the way the tiny thing sits.

"thank you, sweetpea." he smiles at his youngest, pinching her cheek before glancing between the two of them seriously. "how do I look?"

"silly." Juniper giggles. she straightens it out on his head and he wrinkles his nose.

"hey! boys can wear tiaras, too," he defends with mock attitude. "now, can I have more tea, please? I finished mine already."

"of course." Autumn stands diplomatically and pours him a new cup while they pretend to snack on baked goods. Matthew tells them about the new movie he's directing, dipping into his storyteller voice and wiggling his fingers with every mention of a spooky plot point. the girls sit at rapt attention, hanging on his every word, despite the fact that he's got a miniature tiara on his head.

they adore him, and every second he's there, they revel in it. they love their mother, too, of course. but days with their dad are just... different. he lets them eat whipped cream by themselves and tells them stories, kisses their foreheads and dances in the kitchen with them. they always have fun together, no matter how dreary the day is. and those feelings won't change as they get older; he's their rock, their security. he always will be.

#mgg fluff #matthew gray gubler #fluff

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terry-perry · 3 years

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Here We Go Again pt. 3

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Odinsdottir!Reader

Warnings: Parental angst (if that’s a thing)

OC: A.J. Rogers, Daisy Rogers, Natalie Rogers

A/N: Previous parts HERE and HERE.

Tags: @prettysatan

Enjoy!

He didn’t know what was going on with her. At first, he thought it was about work. He knew how stressed she could get when the council couldn’t reach agreements on certain issues. But then, he began to do some more thinking. Was this about the girls leaving for that mission?

She was still having a bit of a struggle with accepting the fact that they were now part of the next generation of Avengers. They were still her babies, in her eyes. Only 17 and 19, and they were off fighting crime and putting their lives on the line to save the world. How could she not worry?

Whatever it was that was bothering her, she shouldn’t keep it all bottled up. He wanted to be there for her as best as he could.

“Thor?” Steve approached his brother-in-law at the cliffs overlooking the waters. It was always a favorite spot of the God’s who now looked over his shoulder to offer a welcoming smile.

“Something I can do for you, brother?”

Even after all these years, it felt rather strange for Steve to be referred to as such. When imagining the possibility of future in-laws, he didn’t exactly prepare himself to have any that were of royalty. And in this case, space royalty. Still, it didn’t deter him from seeing Thor as family. It was why he was coming to him, after all.

“I don’t know,” Steve said, not knowing how else to start. “I just-- I’ve been worried about Y/N. I’m sure it’s nothing; maybe she’s just stressing out over work. But it still feels like she’s closing herself off from everyone. It’s not my business, but did she mention anything to you by any chance?”

After hearing this, Thor was now the one unsure of what to say. Guess Y/N hadn’t told him the news just yet, leading him to this suspicion. This alone made Thor want to spill everything to him, but it wasn’t his secret to tell. No matter how much it concerned Steve.

“Well, what do you think she might be concerning herself with?” He decided to take a different route by trying to see if Steve could figure it out himself.

It seemed to have done the trick as he pushed his brows together to think about it. “The most recent thing I can think of is the last time we talked to the girls. They have to stay where they are, longer than anticipated. It’s been getting Y/N more anxious than she already was.”

“That must be it then!” Thor attempted to make it look like he came to this conclusion as well. Laying on the enthusiasm a little too thick.

Steve didn‘t notice, thankfully. Now busy feeling guilty for what Y/N has been going through by herself. And it wasn’t that he hasn’t been missing Daisy and Nat either. He missed them like crazy. But they had jobs to do, just like the ones he and Y/N had.

He figured it was hitting her the hardest since when the kids were growing up, she had been the parent that mostly worked and stayed active even after retiring from the Avengers. He himself took on a more Fury-like role by helping to recruit new members and resolve any disputes there may be between the government and superheroes, but he still spent most of the time at home.

Now he wanted to do what he could to help her through this emotional time.

But what?

She continued to pace around the living room, seeming to get more antsy by the minute. This was getting to be too much. Pushing on the verge of ridiculous. She just needed to be upfront about it now.

“Mom?”

And as if she needed to add more to her inner stress...

“Darling,” she greeted A.J. as he walked in looking concerned. Deja vu.

“What’s going on? What happened at dinner?”

“I was wondering that myself. What happened with you? You looked quite sick.”

“You’re one to talk,” he retorted, his worried stare having yet faded. “You were covering your nose and face. Was there something actually wrong with the food?”

“No,” she stated, sighing. If she was wanting to be more upfront about this, might as well start now. “The thing is...I’m pregnant.”

She could hear the way his breath caught in his throat. And if that didn’t give away his shock at the news, his suddenly big eyes certainly did. Though it only seemed to last for a second or two, his expression than changing to one of curiosity and intrigue as he glanced down at her stomach.

“Huh, that explains some things then,” he mumbled more to himself.

She tilted her head, wondering now herself what he could mean by that. “Like what?”

His eyes went back to hers to explain. “Well, at dinner, I think I felt something like a presence? Like someone else was there besides you, me, and dad. And maybe that explains why I felt sick. Because you were feeling sick. Is that possible?”

Her confusion and worry then changed into feelings relating to elation and pride.

“A.J.!” She squealed, approaching him with these emotions in hand. “You’ve inherited your grandmother’s gift.”

“Her gift?”

It could go without saying that Frigga was a powerful witch with many talents. Which is why it can also be said that her powerful empath abilities could easily be overlooked. It was what helped her in being a wonderful wife and mother as well as a selfless and understanding queen, beloved by all. Being able to channel others’ emotions and auras. Could A.J. have gained this skill too?

“Your grandmother was a powerful Empath that could read the feelings of others,” Y/N went on to explain. “And if powerful enough, they can take on the energy of others. Even feel things before they happen due to having a strong intuition.”

“So, like a mind reader?” A.J. asked.

“In a way. Except instead of thoughts, you’re able to read emotions. The energy level of others. Perhaps what you were sensing at dinner was the presence of your future sibling as well as my troubling emotions. Not to mention, my nausea.”

A scoffing chuckle was what she was met with along with “Well, I’m happy for about the baby and the cool stuff I gained, but I don’t know if I’m looking forward to feeling everything you’re gonna feel these next nine months.”

She was happy to learn about this new development about his son, but he certainly had a point. How would this effect him on a personal level? How did Frigga do it exactly? This wasn’t something either her or any of her siblings inherited fully. Perhaps Mantis would be able to lend hand on this, given she was an Empath herself.

“We’ll find a way to help you control your powers,” she assured him. In the meantime, she was glad that he didn’t seem put off by the other news. “So, you’re okay with the baby? Truly?”

“Yeah,” he said, smiling before giving her a small, reassuring hug. “It’s a surprise, but it’s awesome. But, I take it Dad doesn’t know.”

She looked embarrassed as she shook her head. “Haven’t had the spine to tell him. Scared of how he’d react. But now I’m feeling guilty for putting it off. Doesn’t help that your Uncle Thor and Aunt Brunnhilde already know.”

She released a heavy sigh after spewing all this out. On some level, she wanted him to judge her for acting like a frightened child. But all he could give her was a sweet, comforting look that had him look so much like Steve.

“He’s gonna think this is great news,” A.J. assured her. “He’ll be shocked, sure, but he’ll be happy.”

“You think so?”

“Absolutely,”

The third voice that came into the room immediately caught her off guard, realizing who it was in an instant. She spun around to find Steve had entered their home. That same reassuring and loving face.

“A.J., you mind giving us a minute alone?” Steve requested, directing his head towards the front door.

A.J. understood right away and gave one more smile before making his exit. Leaving his parents alone. One that was biting her bottom lip an fiddling with her fingers while the other wanted it to be known that everything was okay. It would be, anyway.

“How much of that did you hear?” She began with, still afraid to look him in the eye fully.

“Only all of it,” he teased lightly with a shrug. He walked over so he pull her into his arms and let her see how genuine his happiness was, now that it was up close. “This is great, really.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner,” she still felt the need to apologize and open to him the way a wife was meant to do with her partner. “I was scared. For many reasons, if we’re being honest. I mean, it’s been so long since we’ve been in this situation. Will we still be good at this?”

“Of course! Y/N...” he pressed her closer as he ran his hands along her sides. The way his fingers traced his back and lightly massaged her got her shivering a bit. “If we’re being honest, I’m scared too. But, it’s a good scared. Like when I realized I was in love with you. Or, even when you were pregnant the first time.” He paused to give a kiss to the top of her head. “This is gonna be great for us. We’re great parents. You, especially. It’s why I thought you were so upset in the first place.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well,” he took a deep breath, now feeling like the embarrassed one. “I thought you were feeling depressed about the girls being gone.”

“Oh, darling. I mean, of course I wish they were here, but I know they have a job to do. I’m proud of them.”

Steve could only smile brighter as he pressed a kiss to her hand. “That right there. That’s how I know we’re going to be okay. Y/N, you care so much about the people you love and do your best to understand them. It’s why you’re such a great mom. Why I love you so much.”

Her eyes couldn’t help but fill up. He knew. It was true that most of her worry derived from her own anxiety. It’d been a mix of things like her past worry from her family’s history and how she wasn’t the most present parental figure that she wanted to be. But he was right. They got this.

“I’m so lucky,” she summed up these thoughts by simply stating that before burying her face in his chest.

He chuckled softly and continued to hold her tight. They stayed that way a little while longer until he brought up a surprise of his own:

“We should probably head outside. I called the girls, and they managed to conjure themselves up for a visit. Let’s tell them the good news.”

#Steve Rogers #asgardian!reader #mcu au #steve rogers x reader #pt.3 #pregnant!reader #marvel #steve rogers imagine #dad!steve rogers #MCU fanfiction #marvel cinematic universe

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todomitoukei · 4 years

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i wish people would discuss the parallels between rei and dabi more. people talk about how he's become like endeavor but honestly i think horikoshi is also going for the rei/dabi parallels. i mean he's basically having a mental breakdown trying to hurt shouto because of enji. it's especially notable in the panel where shouto confronts him about almost killing natsuo. the expression he makes is the exact same as the one rei made before burning shouto. and he inherited her "weak constitution."

I love the Dabi & Rei parallels!

@redphlox talked about it in this post, specifically how Rei’s situation could foreshadow Dabi’s future redemption. There are more posts out there comparing the parallels between them, like those panels you mention, but I couldn’t find them just now.

There is definitely an argument about how Dabi is similar to Endeavor, at least in terms of his ‘standards’ when looking at Dabi killing those thugs once he deemed them unworthy, similar to how Endeavor tossed his own children aside once they proved to not be what he needed. While Endeavor was willing to hurt people - his own family - to reach his goal of becoming the Number One Hero, Dabi is willing to hurt people and become a villain in order to reach his goal of taking down his father. It’s a fair argument and an interesting parallel, but it misses the point of what their motivations are.

Endeavor tried to reach his own selfish goal of becoming Number One. People might argue that wanting to become a hero is the opposite of being selfish, but the thing is that he was already a hero - and a successful one at that. He just wasn’t the best. And after one or two years of being a professional, he already gave up; apparently unable to realize that it takes most people longer to reach their goals and that maybe he could’ve reached it had he sat down and thought about why he couldn’t surpass All Might. Basically, that conversation he had with All Might during the remedial course episodes is one that he should’ve had much earlier, which could’ve helped him do some self-reflection, work on himself and reach his goal rather than taking the eugenics route.

Dabi, on the other hand, didn’t exactly deliberately make that choice. Him being a villain can be seen as selfish, but what was the alternative? Touya was at a breaking point for a long time, considering that he “went crying to Natsuo every day” - so if he hadn’t “died” to become Dabi, he might have ended up actually dying sooner or later, instead. He isn’t a villain for the fun of it, but because there is nothing else he can do to break free from the past.

And I wouldn’t dismiss that parallel because if anything it makes the whole situation even heavier than it already is. People who advocate for Endeavor’s redemption often talk about how he is trying to be better and that he, by being a hero, is saving and helping people. But because his goal was selfish at its core, reaching a little too high, he ended up causing harm to more people than just his family because those goals ended up leading to Dabi’s existence and with that, Dabi’s crimes.

The parallels point out just how bad Endeavor’s actions are - while he was aiming to create a ‘masterpiece’ that could surpass All Might, he ended up accidentally creating a “worse”, more outright “evil” version of himself. Endeavor tosses his imperfect children to the side and leaves them for dead, yet gets celebrated as a hero, whereas Dabi kills people he deems unworthy and gets written off as a villain. In a more abstract way, they are doing the same thing, yet only one of them is classified as a criminal.

But instead of leaving it at just that parallel, you gotta dig a little deeper and think about the many factors that played into how Touya became Dabi, when the rest of his siblings who went through something similar to him, did not end up the way he did. And that’s where the Dabi and Rei parallels come into play as Dabi’s situation is essentially Rei’s situation but on an even larger, more severe scale.

First, you want to look at it from a writing perspective. Out of all the members of the Todoroki family, Shouto is, arguably the biggest character and so the rest of the family members are all connected to him and serve as a means to develop his character. Now, if you look at Endeavor, Rei, and Dabi, then Endeavor stands out the most. Endeavor is the one that Shouto has always been around and always hated. He has never been able to get rid of him no matter how hard he tries.

With Rei, he hadn’t seen her in roughly ten years following her hurting him as a result of not being able to not see Endeavor in her children. Now compare that to Dabi and you get a similar story. The two of them have probably never spoken before and so Shouto has most likely always seemed like an extension of Endeavor.

The key difference between Rei and Dabi is the overall roles they have. While Rei is the mother, Touya was just a child. Rei was in a more “fortunate” - for a lack of a better word - position than Touya because her state was acknowledged and thus she was put into a mental hospital, allowing her to get away from the source that caused her mental decline as well as being provided with the resources necessary to get better again. Though she was admitted to the hospital for the wrong reasons (= so she couldn’t further harm the ‘masterpiece’), her condition has stabilized to the point that she is now able to be around her children again and recognize them as their own individual selves rather than seeing Endeavor in them.

Touya was less fortunate, though, as he was just tossed aside without getting help (from an adult) that would allow him to heal from the situation. He wasn’t taught how to deal with his pain and wasn’t given an opportunity to see Shouto as his own person rather than an extension of Endeavor.

Rei was stopped from anything even more severe happening to her or those around her, while Touya wasn’t held back and instead only got lost even further in the darkness.

Unlike with Rei, Shouto can’t just walk up to Dabi and rebuild their relationship. It’s gonna take a lot more work because Dabi as of now is not at a place mentally where he is able to (re-)connect with his family. But the parallels are there and suggest that it is possible, even if it’s going to be a longer process.

Much like with Rei, it’s gonna take both Dabi and Shouto to want to come together and work through this, which as of now will still take a bit of time.

So I think the parallels between Endeavor and Dabi are very clearly there and interesting to think about, but they are more about Dabi’s current state and how it got to said state, whereas the parallels between Rei and Dabi are an indicator of what's in store for him.

#i have... finally finished writing this...#i hope this makes sense i honestly cant tell anymore lol #dabi #todoroki #ask #Anonymous

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jj-scottsbee · 4 years

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Siblings

Prompt: You are the youngest and only daughter of Odin, and you are more of a handful than the God of Thunder and Mischief combined.

Warnings: Violence, language

You were the Goddess of Chaos, everywhere you went you began some kind of trouble. Much of the time even when you tried your best to keep your powers under control, chaos still followed. You were a mix between both your older brothers, you had the heart of Thor, but the mischievous mind of Loki. You inherited both of your brother's good looks and were about as strong as Thor himself. As you often get yourself into trouble, you could either talk or fight your way out of it. You loved both your parents very much, but as Loki did, you favored Frigga over Odin much of the time. Frigga did her best to understand your chaotic nature, whereas Odin punished before he would even try to understand the reasoning behind your actions. Your brothers did their best to help you control your powers, though you would often lose control due to your large temper. Your temper could be small, but it could also outmatch your older brother's and Father's combined.

"I have had enough of your games!" Screamed Odin, looking down as you stood at the bottom of his throne. Thor stood to the right of you, along with Loki both glaring at you in disappointment. You stared at the floor, feeling the god's eyes burn into you.

For the third time this month, he was yelling at you for your actions. You had been wandering the training grounds when you had been startled, letting your powers go and causing an all-out war between guards, trainees, and the Warriors Three, which included your brother Thor. Frigga and Loki were the ones who had to snap everyone out of the spell you had put them under, as you stood frozen in your spot not knowing how to stop what you had begun.

"Father I did not mea-" You tried to argue, but were quickly cut off by Odin's booming voice. You flinched as he yelled, a small surge of your powers traveling through your veins. You were a young goddess and not in full control of your powers yet, though being the daughter of Odin, you were expected to have mastered them by now. The only person who realized your troubles was your mother, Frigga. She knew you were doing your best to control them and were still learning how to wield them, though your emotions were still too strong for you to control the gift which had been bestowed upon you.

"SILENCE. I have had enough of your excuses, you have caused fights and chaos everywhere you go. You cause war in other realms and petty fights between loyal Asgardians. You must learn to control your powers or they will surely be taken from you. You act as if you are not of my flesh and blood."

"I have been working on it," You continued to argue, but again your answer did not satisfy your Father or your brothers.

"Oh, please. I had my power mastered before you even showed signs of yours." Thor scoffed with an eye roll, earning a cold look from Loki. As annoying as it was for Loki to clean up your uncontrolled messes, he still cared for you dearly and understood your troubles. It took much effort and countless hours practicing to master his magic.

"I should chain you up and have you thrown in the deepest cell on Asgard until you learn what control is..." Odin trailed off, everyone's eyes widened. As upset as Thor was at you, he did not wish to see you suffer. You stared at Odin with disbelief, Frigga snapped her head towards her husband ready to argue, Loki doing the same. "But, I will not. You will learn the meaning of control. You are an embarrassment to this family and, if you cannot control what you have, then you will no longer have what was given."

"Yes, Odin." You said pain hidden in your calm tone, though your brothers and Mother could hear it, clear as day.

Odin had released everyone from the family meeting, sending you to your room. As soon as he gave permission, you quickly turned your back to him and swiftly made your way to your room. You planned on shutting yourself in there for the rest of the day, not wanting to deal with anyone else. You quickly made your way through your huge home, ignoring everything around you. You're anger was eating you from the inside out, your power surged through your veins begging you to let it go, to let it live. You clenched your jaw, as all Odin's insults flew through your mind.

"You're an embarrassment."

"You act as though you are not of my flesh and blood."

"You should be chained up."

Your hands balled into fists, your breathing grew heavy with rage, and your footstep became even quicker as you rushed to your room. When you finally reached your door, you flicked your wrist flinging your bedroom door open, it flew back into the wall hard, the handle putting a hole in the wall where it had connected. You then swung your arm behind you, slamming it shut, a loud bang echoed throughout the hallway of where your bedroom sat. You came to an abrupt stop in the middle of your room, your mind was racing. Your anger burned within you, you looked around frantically to figure out what to do to release the rage you felt in your now boiling blood. You spun in circles trying to figure out what to do, you needed to do something, anything to let your emotions out. You had taken too long, feeling your power reach its boiling point, you grabbed a fistful of your hair in each of your hands, squeezing as hard as you could. You let out a blood-curdling scream of anger and rage, your power radiated from your entire body, your vision had gone, blinded by the intense anger you felt. As you did your best to release your anger, you began to send random objects flying across your room, you caused your wardrobe to tip over, your vanity mirror cracked and you windows which overlooked the kingdom's garden shattered.

Your screams stopped, your nostrils heaving as you began to finally relax. Your vision had returned and you slowly removed the tight grip that you had held on your hair, as you surveyed your room. There was broken glass everywhere, your curtains waved softly from the calm breeze that pushed through the shattered windows. You turned your head towards your large wardrobe, it now laid on its belly, a large crack down the back of it, and the mirror of your vanity was cracked into 6 different pieces. You looked at your bed which seemed to be untouched, besides the small family portrait that Thor had, had a famous Midgaridan artist paint for you for your recent birthday. The only person in the photo who had been touched by your power was Odin, he had a tear that ran down the middle of his whole body.

As you stared at the Midgardian painting, dark thoughts began to engulf your mind.

- - -

Within seconds of entering the Bifrost, your feet once again hit the solid ground as you landed in the middle of an abandoned warehouse. You slowly took in your surroundings, your body calming itself from the quick trip. Fear and hesitation took over your mind as you realized what you had done, fighting with Heimdall to let you leave Asgard, deceiving your family. As quickly as those thoughts came, they left your mind even faster. Your fearful expression turned into an evil smile, you let out a small pride-filled laugh as you realized you were actually on Midgard. You were in the realm that Thor loved so deeply, the realm that Odin seemed so overprotective of as well.

You slowly made your way out of the warehouse and into an alleyway, you wore a tight, black velvet dress. The sleeves ran down both your arms, coming to a pointed end in the middle of the backside of each hand. The bottom of your dress was flowing and held two slits on both of your legs that traveled up from the ground to just beneath your hip. On top of your head, you wore a simple, crown that sat as a headband over your head. It was black, wrapping around your head as is they were sharp thorns twisting together, both ends coming to meet in the center of your forehead where a golden triangle faced downward.

As you exited the alley, many eyes fell on you. You were quite the sight in the busy streets of New York City. You took your surroundings in with awe but slightly pouted as you planned to level the city. If Odin wished to see chaos, then that is what he shall see. You were pulled from your gazing as a hard shoulder connected with your breast, a gruff voice following.

"Watch where the fuck you're going bitch." growled the man that had run into you, your starstruck expression changing. Your eyes connected with the rude mortal's and within seconds, he stood convulsing in pain, blood dripping from his eyes, mouth, ears, and nose. You watched as he fell to the ground, the scream of the hundreds of witnesses around you only egging you on. Your stared became even more intense as the man screeched in pain, within a minute he had fallen over, his life squeezed from his body. You smiled at the ecstasy you had felt from letting your powers run wild.

Quickly you turned your attention away from the dead man that now lay in the middle of the sidewalk, and towards the abandoned warehouse that you exited just moments earlier. You raised your hand to about shoulder height, your palm facing the sky, quickly making your hand into a fist, you watched as the building cracked. It slowly began to fall apart, turning into nothing but rubble. The mortals ran in fear, many exited their cars as they had nowhere to go. You watched as they fled from you in fear, their emotions feeding your destruction. You walked tall towards the street, with a flick of your wrist you would send cars flying into buildings, people into windows, and put cracks in the foundations of buildings and the streets.

Just as you made another building collapse, a shield came flying at you. You were quick to spin towards the object, catching it in in your left hand as you searched for its owner. Steve came flying over a car, trying to tackle you. He missed, as you moved from his path with ease, you watched with amusement as he regained his balance. The fight gave you energy, the chaos that happened around you, fed your need for destruction.

Steve lunged at you quickly, throwing punch after punch. You threw the shield away from you and began to block each hit, laughing excitedly as you were finally having some real fun. You soon grew bored of the fight and with the slight nod of your head, you threw the blonde man away from you. Turning around you were met by a blast of heat, it stung your abdomen, but caused no severe damage. You were met with another member of the Avenger's, Iron Man. You glanced at your singed dress and then back at Tony, a small snarl coming from your lips. You plunged your hand up towards his suit, dragging him towards you without touching him. You closed your fist around his neck and drove his back into the ground. As you straightened up you gave one last stomp on his chest, but before you could land your possibly fatal blow, you felt a kick in the middle of your back. It did not faze you much, but it had gotten your attention. As you spun to meet your attacker, you were happily surprised to see a red-headed woman. You smirked as you looked her up and down, she was strong.

"Finally, an opponent that won't disappoint." You smiled devilishly as you and Natasha circled each other. Just as you lunged for her, she yelled 'now' signaling Clint to let an army of explosive arrows go towards your head. Natasha ducked behind a flipped car, as she expected the arrows to hit you spot on.

You watched her run, holding your arm out to your side, easily stopping the arrows. You split the group into three, sending some back towards Clint, some at Tony, and aimed the rest at Steve who was struggling to get at you again.

"Why must you ruin the fun," You grunted as you threw her against the wall of a building. You quickly worked with the wall of the building softening it until it swallowed everything but Natasha's head. You did not wish to kill her, though she had not fought fairly, you admired her skills. You left her there continuing down the street but were again stopped as a giant green man landed in front of you. He let out an awful roar at you, you grew annoyed with him very quickly. You cocked your head looking at him, he went grab you, but you caught his large wrist with one hand. You brought your other hand around the same wrist and began to spin. You reached just enough momentum for you to let the green beast go and send him flying through another couple of buildings.

"Hey, lady that's not cool." Came a young voice from above you, you quickly caught a glance of the hero known as Spiderman. You were quickly covered in sticky, white, webs. You looked at your dress that had once been pitch black, now covered in white webs. You let out an aggravated yelled, timing it just right as your legs shoved you off the ground. You grabbed Peter mid-air tackling him onto a roof. You threw him away from you and smiled amused as he tried to scramble back to his feet, trying to flee from you. You grabbed him by the back of his neck, bringing him to face you. With one swift move, you ripped the mask from his face, your heart shattering as you saw how young he was. "Please don't break me."

"I won't break you unless you deserve to be broken." Your voice deepened several octaves, hoping to scare the boy away from the fight. You did not want him getting hurt and you could smell the courage that radiated off of him, knowing he would not leave this fight willingly.

"Sister put him down!" came the thunderous voice of Thor, you rolled your eyes sneering as you set Peter back on his feet and turned towards your big brother. "What have you done."

"I am the Goddess of Chaos, you and Father scold me for doing what I was made to do. You wish to control chaos, CHAOS IS NOT SOMETHING TO CONTROL." You screamed the last part as you brought a car from below, hurling it at your older brother. He stopped it with ease, ripping it in two as he walked towards you.

"Y/N I am warning you, stop your tantrum now. No harm will come to you if you stop now." Thor threatened as the two of you stood off against each other. Your chest heaved as you took in deep breaths, the anger only burning even more intensely inside of you. The sky darkened around you two, both your's and Thor's emotions feeding the storm.

"You have pushed me for so long to control myself, you ask me to control that of which is not meant to be controlled. Do not speak to me as if I am only a child, I am a goddess. I am-"

"You are our sister. We are not your enemy." Loki's soft voice interrupted you, "Y/N I know of the struggles you are having not only with our brother and Father but the troubles that lie within yourself." You now stood in between both Thor and Loki, you carefully snapped your head back and forth not wishing to remove your eyes from either. You argued with yourself about who you needed to be watching. Anger, confusion, and pain that had been trapped within you for so long were slowly hitting its boiling point, the environment around you showing your feelings. The sky almost pitch black, thunder roared throughout the clouds, rain dropped quickly across the city. Your hair soaked as you struggled with yourself.

"You know nothing of me." You growled, in a blink of an eye you thrust each of your arms out in the opposite directions sending both your older brother's flying from the roof of which you stood. In the blink of an eye, you were gone, your mess of destruction left for the other's to deal with.

After that day, no one had heard from you or seen you. You had simply disappeared, no matter how hard your brothers searched for you, the spells Loki would use to track you, the people Thor had called to help him, none of it was any help. None of your family knew if you were alive or dead, your disappearance causing many more problems within your family. Everyone felt guilty, everyone knew they should have done better. Loki had seen you struggling but believed you could get through it on your own. Thor was only so hard on you, so you would reach your full potential. Odin, simply wanted you to be an amazing goddess and Frigga blamed herself for not helping you more.

You were free now.

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justmarvelwriting · 3 years

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The Defender

So uh, hi. My names Sinead and I was completly enthralled by @shiningloki 's fic Get on Your Knees and Pray for Me (Please read it, it's a work of art. Warning; Heavy NSFW.) Annnnd I wanted to see this little family again so. Here we go. A fan fic of a fan fic.

CHAPTER 1

Stefan smiled as he peered from the top of his book to watch his parents on their balcony above him secretly. He’d long since grown from his childishness of gagging every time his parents so much as chastely pecked each other on the lips. Now his heart warmed as he watched them both laughing above him. They both deserved the happiness they had that the thought of anything tearing them apart broke Stefans heart a little. They both bore scars, all of which he was fascinated with as a child, small fingers tracing each bumpy outline. He was no longer fascinated by them, but understood why his father bore his so openly and proudly. It was his mother who explained to him quietly that mental scars ran much deeper, and much larger then the physical ones he bore from battle. Those were the ones he was most proud he overcame.

“How does he show them off mama?” He mumbled quietly as she stroked his hair.

“By carrying you on his shoulders every chance he gets.”

He chuckles when he remembers the night his father had finally told him the fairytale. He snorted. Asta gave it that name. Loki had tried to keep a stern look on his face but it broke into a grin even so.

It was told to him the night after he had gotten in….an altercation with another boy his age. The boy had a mouth, and he liked to run off with it.

“Nothing but the spawn of the common Midgardian whore and the Dark Prince who fell from Odin's grace!”

Stefan possessed magic that equaled his fathers at his own age, but instead he went the more satisfactory route.

He had punched him twice. Once for calling his mother, a fully realised Goddess in her own right, a common Midgardian whore. The second, for daring to slander his fathers name with such old cruelties.

“I am Lokison,” he yelled, shoulders straight, “and you will NEVER speak ill of my family again.”

One of his friends had pointed out he failed to punch him for insulting him. But Stefan had grinned, his mouth and nose bloody before dragging himself to his mother’s quarters before she found out through other means. She was attending to Eira, the youngest of his siblings who was only a toddler at the time when she caught sight of him. Her face had paled, and he rushed to explain he was ok, they weren’t in danger. He’d just gotten into a fight. She had chided him softly as she moped his nose and chin, Eira bouncing on his lap as he tried to assist, small hands bouncing gently off his chin. His father had appeared not two minutes after, hawking that Baldyrs son was walking around with a broken, bloody nose.

“About bloody —“ He spun slowly on his heel and faced him with wide eyes.

“He called Mom a common whore and slandered your name.” He straightened his back, looking his father squarely in the eyes, "I don't regret a thing."

He coughed, trying to hide the proud smile that stretched his face, “You know not to be fighting in court.”

When your mother had left him in his room that night, Loki had appeared at the door.

“You know, I did convince her you shouldn’t be punished too harshly. You showed restraint after all. You could have used your magic.” he still fought a smile, a rapidly losing battle.

“Thor is very proud of me, apparently, by the way.” he grinned, sweeping his hair out of his eyes.

That made his father unravel into fits of laughter, clutching his side. He snickered also, but it made him wince with his nose.

Loki had sighed, smiling as he sat on the bottom of his bed, and had launched into the tale.

“So truly I can’t really tell you off for defending your family's honour, I did take 5 bullets for your mother after all.” He finished smoothly, smirking at Stefans expression.

“Dad, you didn’t just take 5 bullets you literally took on bloody Odin himself!”

“With your grandmother, uncle and mother in tow.” He warned him, expression serious, “If you take anything from this my dearest Stefan please let it be that you can rely on your family. I am only ever,” he tapped his necklace, “one call away.”

“Stefan!” The present dragged him back to reality and he raised his hand waving to Alex to join him.

Two boys, him and Eira. Two girls, Asta and Eva. And then Alex, his sibling. Five plus Mom and Dad made the perfect storm for the Lokison name.

Alex's cheeks were flushed as they barreled into the chair beside him, slicking back long, inky hair once they caught their breath. Eira was the youngest, still only a child but soon a teen, then Alex, Eva, Asta and himself. Eva was his mother, but smaller, and Alex was similar, but for the inky black hair the rest of the family inherited.

"Uncle Thor had to leave the sparring match early," they explain as Stefan checks his watch, a frown settling over their face, "He was in such a hurry, it was kind of unsettling actually."

Stefan waved his hand, both acting as a dismissive gesture and that to vanish his book, "The nine realms have never known such peace. Don't worry. A diplomatic hiccup, not much more. The realms have never trusted each other more. How could they not? Mother is in charge of that after all." Stefan grinned and Alex relented, grinning up at their parents with a similar adoration on their face that Stefan showed quietly moments before.

"Maybe it's trouble down on Midgard." Stefan mused quietly, "The Avengers perhaps?"

Alex hummed quietly, basking in the late evening sun.

//--//--//

Loki smiles, wrapping arms around your waist as you both look down at two of your children talking quietly in the garden, hands flying animatedly as they throw arguments back and forth.

"I think we did an amazing job my love." he mutters quietly as he watches them both spring to their feet with a laugh that echoes the courtyard, Stefan summoning wooden swords for them to spar harmlessly with.

"I think we did." you smile and you mentally capture this moment in your mind forever. You'd have to paint it, actually. Your hall of art had changed over the years, reflecting your growing family. But by far Loki's favourite was the one at the very end, the huge canvas of your family all together. It would need to be redone, once Eira became a man in his own right, of course. But for now, it captured your family perfectly. You toyed with your necklace, watching thoughtfully as Stefans and Alex's chains glow with your grass green magic for a moment before they fade back to their deep emerald green once more. You felt so peaceful, but something didn't feel right, not in your gut.

"What troubles you, my pet?" Loki purrs and your eyes flutter closed as he places soft kisses all along your throat, hands gripping your waist tighter.

"Something doesn't feel right…" you murmur, sighing softly as the warmth of his lips leave their position. Loki hums softly, dragging you back into your chambers.

"We are all safe." he reassures you quietly, pressing a hand to your chest, "And if anything happens… we will know."

You nod but sigh anyway. Loki chuckles, pressing you against the wall, "My little Goddess… always so attentive to her tasks."

His voice dips and your worry flees your mind as his hand goes up to grip your throat, "I have many tasks I could focus your attention on… your lips around my cock… my hand beating your ass red."

You whimper quietly, but just as Loki is about to speak, his eyes flashing dangerously, there's a knock on the door. Loki growls, only detaching himself slightly before clearing his throat.

"Yes?"

"Prince Loki, your brother requests your presence in the throne room immediately. There's an urgent diplomatic matter he wishes you to aid him in."

Loki sighs and presses his forehead to yours.

"Tell brother dearest I'm coming."

"Later." he promises quietly, smiling and pressing a single finger to your lips. You smile and resist the urge to take it into your mouth.

You smooth your hair and peer out the window. Stefan and Alex are hugging each other tightly, before Alex pushes him away playfully. Stefan notices you and waves up, a wide smile on his face. You blow a kiss and he laughs, a note appearing before you, floating into your hand.

Love you too Mom xx

You sigh dramatically. A carbon copy of his father. The only thing separating them was Stefan's short hair.

You exit your chambers, old habits dying slowly of kissing each of the children goodnight.

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It's late when Stefan wakes, darkness still cloaking his room and he frowns. He's an unusually heavy sleeper, and is often made fun of when he emerges late from his room in the early hours of the evening.

His curtains flutter and his heart beats loudly in his chest. He closed his balcony door before he went to bed. And locked it.

Quietly, he summons a dagger and swings his feet out of bed. He scans his room, concealing his dagger with his magic, but his hand is shaking. He closes his eyes and focuses on the necklace at his throat.

"Dad, come quietly, quickly. I think there's someone in my room."

The response is almost instantaneous, but the only indication to him is the dip in his bed.

"Stand, pretend to head for the bathroom, keep your dagger hidden."

He felt his father's hand at the back of his neck, squeezing him gently, "You're safe, my son. No harm will come to you."

Stefan stands lazily, heading to his bathroom, eyes darting around as he fakes a yawn, running his fingers through his hair.

A figure leaps from the darkness and he growls, dropping into a roll, the attacker leaping into a crumpled heap before they both leap to their feet. The attacker lunges, but he is caught by his throat, his father revealing himself in a flash of brilliant green light. The fury on his father's face is nothing Stefan has ever seen before, cold hard lines and his eyes practically glow in the dark room.

"Well done my boy." Loki grins at him as Stefan leans heavily on his door frame hand to his chest. Then his heart stops.

"The others!" he lets his dagger clatter to the floor and practically flies out of the door, sword fitting in his palm easily. He practically kicks down the door of each of his siblings in turn, flooding the room with light, before stumbling back out. Asta practically leaps out of bed when he wakes her, the panic on his face telling her everything she needs to know. He flicks her a dagger and they both sprint towards Alex's room, feet impossibly loud on the marble floor. Stefan grits his feet and Alex's door practically flies off its hinges.

Just in time to see someone leap off his balcony ledge, Alex draped over their shoulders like a sack of bricks.

"ALEX." Astas scream pierces the air but Stefan leaps off the balcony like a deranged man, landing impossibly lightly before taking off at a breakneck speed. The attacker weaves in and out of the maze of hedges trying to lose him, but a cold smile graces Stefans face. He's been running in these gardens since he was a child, he knows every pocket like the back of his hand.

"Stop!" He bellows as they reach the edge of Asgard, the attacker not turning to face him, "I am Stefan of Asgard, Son of Loki and you will release my sibling immediately."

The attacker turns slowly. But Stefan can only see his thin smile.

"No."

And he falls backwards.

#Loki #mculoki #fan fic #fan fic of a fan fic #writers on tumblr #loki x female reader #getonyourkneesandprayforme #it’s a masterpiece you better have read it

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emy-loves-you · 4 years

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Sanders Sides AU-gust Day 11: Farm/Ranch

Roman is about to spend the summer on the ranch with his family. He might also have a crush in the form of his dad’s new employee, Virgil. Roman POV, Prinxiety with Logicality, Dukeceit and Creativitwins.

Day 10 | Masterlist | Day 12

“Roman, have you finished packing?”

“Yeah, Dad!” Roman yelled, haphazardly stuffing the rest of his things into his backpack.

“Then come downstairs. I’m about to call your father and brother.”

“K, on my way down!” Roman hurried downstairs, where his dad was sitting at the kitchen table. He was struggling with figuring out how to turn on the video call. Roman rolled his eyes fondly. After all these years of video calls and he still struggles? “Here, Dad. I’ll set it up.” His father sighed before handing over the laptop, adjusting his tie as he did so. Roman quickly set up the video chat, and was unsurprised that Remus answered. Roman snorted, “Hey, bro. Helping Papa with the computer?”

Remus smiled. “Yeah, still can’t figure it out after all these calls. I’m guessin’ you had the same struggle with Daddio?”

Roman smirked. “Of course. I swear, one day we’ll find out who we inherited our love of tech from. It definitely wasn’t these two goofballs.”

Dad grunted. “You are both aware that the two of us can hear you, correct?” The twins just laughed.

A voice on Remus’ end cut in. “Lo, let ‘em have their fun!” Remus moved to sit down, and Roman’s other dad was now visible. “Ro, look at you! You’ve gotten so big!”

Roman laughed. “Papa, you saw me a few days ago!”

His Papa smiled. “But every day the two of you get a little bit bigger. It feels like just yesterday the two of you came up to my knee, running around the chicken coops.” He suddenly gasped, and Roman saw his twin tense. “Speaking of growing up, someone’s got somethin’ to say.”

Remus grumbled. “ ‘s not much, really.”

Dad’s head tilted curiously. “Remus, I assure you that whatever you say won’t change our opinions of you. Now, what is making your father practically vibrate in his seat?”

Papa was actually vibrating with excitement, but that wasn’t as important as Remus suddenly shouting. “I have a boyfriend!”

Roman and his dad sat in silence for a moment before congratulating him. Roman eventually laughed. “So, ‘Remus ‘I’ll-never-kiss-anyone-ever’ Sanders’ has a boyfriend.” Roman smirked as Remus blushed. “So, who’s the lucky guy?”

Remus coughed into his hand. “His name’s Janus, he moved here a few months ago and you’ll get to meet him when you get here. That’s all you need to know.”

Roman laughed. “Alright, keep your secrets. I’ll get my information eventually.” They chatted for another 20 minutes before discussing what would happen in the morning.

“Yes, Roman and I will be leaving at precisely 10 AM tomorrow morning. I’ve booked hotels in both Ohio and Missouri, and we should reach the farm by 3 PM in three days.”

“Oh, I can’t wait to have you down on the farm again! We’ve got new chickens, and you can meet Janus, and-”

“Patton, calm down. You’ll fall out of your seat if you keep bouncing.”

Roman watched as his Papa forced himself to stop bouncing, though his leg was still vibrating. He had a sheepish expression. “Sorry.”

Dad smiled fondly. “You did nothing wrong, Love. I just don’t want you to fall out of your chair and injure yourself again.”

Remus cleared his throat. “As much as I wanna see my dads making virtual goo-goo eyes in front of me.” Their dads blushed, looking away. “The two of you need to get some sleep before you leave tomorrow. We’ll see you in a few days.”

Papa waved to the camera. “Bye Ro! Bye Lo! Love you bunches and bunches!”

Dad smiled softly. “We love you too. We’ll see you soon.”

Roman smiled, ignoring the twist he felt in his gut every time they ended these calls. “Bye, see you in a few days.” He watched as the screen went blank.

Dad cleared his throat. “I was about to order dinner. Is there anything you would prefer?”

Roman smiled, but he knew it didn’t reach his eyes. “Pizza sounds nice.”

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Roman sighed as he collapsed onto his bed. He loved his dad, he really did. But sometimes Roman wished he could hide under the covers and stop existing. Socializing was just too much sometimes.

Bzzz.

Roman looked down at his phone. Remus had sent the usual ‘you up?’ text. Roman snorted. It was times like these that reminded Roman that Remus was just as socially inept as he is. Every night, Remus would ask if Roman was awake. And every night, Roman would say yes, because he’d stay up and wait for their nightly conversation. Even though they lived over 1,500 miles away, they were still just as similar as expected for identical twins. Roman shook his head as he focused on his phone.

Ro- (10:48 PM) Aright, spill

Re- (10:48 PM) I don’t know what you’re talking about

Ro- (10:48 PM) You know exactly what I’m talking about

Ro- (10:48 PM) Now spill. All the details

Re- (10:49 PM) GOD that man is the hottest guy I’ve ever met!

Re- (10:49 PM) His name’s Janus Cobra. He’s 6’3” and rich as hell

Re- (10:49 PM) His family moved here back in January. No siblings to speak of. Sorry bro ;)

Ro- (10:50 PM) Papa made it sound like you two were holding hands and confessing like little schoolgirls

Re- (10:50 PM) Hell no!

Re- (10:50 PM) He just saw us kissing each other goodbye and assumed it was our first kiss.

Re- (10:50 PM) We started making out back in March

Re- (10:51 PM) We’ve had sex on almost every part of the farm

Re- (10:51 PM) Except for the horse barn, V’s got a sixth sense about who’s in there

Ro- (10:51 PM) V?

Re- (10:52 PM) Virgil Storm

Re- (10:52 PM) Papa hired him back in February. You’ll like him

Re- (10:52 PM) Disney nerd, sarcastic as hell, calls everyone by nicknames, emo, almost as hot as Jannie

Ro- (10:53 PM) If you say so. He sounds fun, but I’m not sure about the ‘emo’ thing

Re- (10:53 PM) Don’t lie to me. I know you fantasize having a sexy guy sway you to the dark side

Re- (10:54 PM) I’m your brother. You can’t hide that shit from me

Ro- (10:54 PM) Damn you. Using my own thoughts against me

Re- (10:54 PM) It’s my job :)

Re- (10:54 PM) I’ll be sure to introduce you to V when you get here

Re- (10:54 PM) Now get some sleep

Ro- (10:55 PM) Alright. Goodnight Re

Re- (10:55 PM) Night Ro. Don’t let the bedbugs crawl into your ears while you sleep!

Ro- (10:55 PM) Ew

Roman sighed as he looked up at the ceiling. He started thinking about what he would do once he visited Remus and Papa. Then his mind started to drift back into the past.

Patton and Logan Sanders loved each other more than anything. But Patton’s dream was to live in Kansas on his farm, while Logan’s dream was to teach at his father’s old college in New York. So they split up, and each took a twin with them. They’re still married and in love, just far apart. Logan and Patton call each other every day, and they do family video calls twice a week. Patton and Remus spend the winter holidays in New York, while Roman and Logan spend their summer vacations in Kansas.

Roman yawned. Maybe this ‘Virgil’ will make the summer more interesting. I guess I’ll have to wait and see.

#sanders sides #AU_gust_2020 #farm/ranch au #roman sanders #remus sanders #logan sanders #patton sanders #Janus Sanders #virgil sanders #logicality #demus #prinxiety #healthy long distance relationship

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pokemontrashfics · 5 years

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Do you have any backstories for the gym leaders like thier parents and such?

Milo:

Grew up on a farm his parents owned.

When they retired, they passed the farm on to him.

They still live in Turffield, they rented a little house and Milo’s father still has a garden in the back yard.

They have one pet wooloo but they don’t raise them anymore.

Milo had a really loving childhood, his parents had wanted kids really bad and struggled to have one so when Milo came along, they considered him a gift and a blessing.

Nessa:

It’s canon that Nessa’s father is a fisherman and her mother works in the marketplace in Hulbury.

Her mother would often bring home interesting things she had traded for in the market.

Her father was always tired after a long day fishing, its very strenuous work and he always came home smelling like fish and saltwater. As a kid, nessa would tease him to ‘go take a bath’

Her mother is the best cook in Hulbury. She has access to all the best ingredients for the best prices and her food is even better than the Captains table.

Her dad has a really big friendly smile. He gave her her first water pokemon when she was a toddler

Kabu:

From Lavaridge town in Hoenn (surprise surprise)

Flannery is actually his cousin, and they battle every time he goes home to visit.

His mom was the nurse in the pokemon center and his dad was one of the clerks in the pokemart

They’re both still alive, but they’re retired. They’re both about 100 years old now, they’re in their last few years

He goes back to visit them every Christmas (or Pokemon universe equivalent)

He has two little sisters who have kids and he loves to babysit his nieces and nephews

Bea:

It’s canon that Bea’s parents are really really strict

They probably started training her in martial arts right when she was old enough to walk

They also push her to do really well in school

They love her, but they have a hard time demonstrating it. They likely had very strict upbringings too and it impacting their ability to express themselves

I hc that her father is the regional judo champion and her mother teaches karate

They both wish they could see her smile more

Allister

I hc that his parents had a ghastly that helped baby sit him, so he grew an affinity for ghost pokemon at a very early age.

I don’t think he can really see dead ghost pokemon, I think he can sense them and his living ghost pokemon definitely can see them. So he’s ‘seeing’ them in the sense that he’s perceiving them. metaphorical, not literal.

As for the accident that caused him to be able to perceive dead pokemon, I think it was likely a near death experience. Possibly an illness? And he was able to see both dead pokemon and dead humans while he was very very sick. When he was healthy again, he retained the ability to sense dead ghost pokemon. He isn’t able to sense human ghosts anymore though.

His parents were very worried when he developed this ability, needless to say. They were also worried about how a near death experience when he was that young would impact him. So, he’s been seeing a therapist since he was very young.

His parents care about him a lot and worry about him. They’re the only ones who get to see his face on a regular basis.

His father works in the market place and his mother researches fossils.

Opal:

It’s canon that she took over the gym from her mother 70 years ago

Her childhood was much different than modern day life. She grew up while there was a war going on (the equivalent of world war two?) so things like food and fabric were really strictly rationed

She remembers things like her mother’s ration stamp book and her father teaching her how to sew and mend her clothes

Both of her parents were really young when they had her, her father was still studying at the university and her mother had already become the gym leader

She was an only child, her parents weren’t able to have any more kids, but she has fond memories of playing with her first pokemon, a togepi she found freshly hatched.

Her mother taught her how to cook, and she’s still amazing at it.

Her parents died about five years after she took over the gym.

Gordie:

We know his mom is melony, and that they had a fight. All of that is canon.

Now what they had a fight about, I have no idea. Probably some old family drama I feel like everyone has at least a little.

He still cares about his mom a lot, and his other mom (I hc that melony is married to another woman) tries to keep the peace between them.

Melony’s wife (who Gordie has always called ‘mama’) works at the restaurant in Chirchester. She’s an amazing cook.

He still goes home every Christmas but he still finds it hard to talk to his mom

He gets along really well with his other brothers and sisters though.

Melony:

Her parents were originally from Spikemuth, her generally soft demeanor stands out against them pretty starkly

Even though they look scary, her parents raised her to be kind and loving which are things she still values.

They moved to Circhester from Spikemuth when Melony was a baby, her mother got a job there.

Her father was an ice fisher and her mother was a psychologist.

They’re both still alive-they’re in their 90s- but when they retired, they decided they wanted to live somewhere warmer so they moved to Motostoke.

When her kids were still little, Melony and her wife would take them to visit her parents every Christmas.

Piers:

He and Marnie were abandoned outside Spikemuth when Piers was seven and Marnie was still a baby.

Team yell has always been in Spikemuth - they were supporting the current gym leader - and they took him and Marnie in and took care of them.

They gave Piers his first pokemon and taught him how to sing and write music.

He’s always felt like more of a father figure than an older brother to Marnie. They have a bit of a mix between a parent child and a sibling sibling dynamic. “You’re not my dad.” “I still changed your diapers.” “That doesn’t count!”

Piers is young but he’s really emotionally intelligent and responsible.

Music helped him cope with a very uncertain childhood and he used to sing Marnie to sleep when she was a toddler.

Raihan:

He’s lived in Hammerlocke his whole life

His first Pokemon was an Applin that followed him home from the wild area and his mom caught it for him

His dad was the Hammerlocke gym leader before passing it down to Raihan. His mom worked at the hair salon.

They’re in their 60s now so they’re retired.

Raihan inherited the gym after Leon beat him in the semifinals in their gym challenge.

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one-leaf-grimoire · 4 years

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“triad”

Chapter 15: the end of summer

Finally getting into the meat of the manga spade arc! Enjoy!

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Days grew shorter. Shadows grew longer. So long that they seeped over the border and into the once-peaceful Clover Kingdom.

Many didn’t know it as they went about their lives, farming and working and sweating like usual. Only a few actually understood the threat that was growing, the threat they desperately wanted to overcome. But to overcome, you must be prepared to fight for your life.

Months and months of work were finally coming to a close. But would the Clover Kingdom be ready to face the spade Kingdom?

But also… would the Spade Kingdom be prepared as well?

“You’ve been sitting in that seat for months. Don’t tell me you haven’t figured anything out, yet?”

The man with shaggy white hair and large, reflective glasses nearly jumped out of his seat at the sound of the deep, rough voice behind him. He turned around, now backlit by the magical screen his eyes had been locked on. It played a clip over and over again, ripped directly from a Clover Kingdom broadcast that they managed to intercept.

“That’s not true, Lord Dante. I’ve moved.”

Dante let out a chuckle, his serious expression dissolving. The man was in a good mood, and why wouldn’t he be? The end of these agonizing six months was near, and it was almost time to make their move. Finally, he would be able to enact his plan, and get to fight some interesting people along the way.

“Not that I can tell. Every time I come in here, you’re staring at that screen, Morris. In the exact same position, too, I might add.”

Morris felt a little irked by the comment, but he couldn’t do much about it. Dante and his siblings, the Dark Triad, were the reason why he was allowed to flee the Diamond Kingdom after Mars took over. Well, that wasn’t going to end well for Mars, as Zenon himself dispatched most of the enemy country’s troops. It was a small comfort, but overall the situation wasn’t too bad. Morris got to do what he did best, and be part of something catastrophic.

“Whatever. And no, I haven’t.” Morris sighed before turning back to look at the screen. The clip looped again, and again, and again. Just two or three seconds of footage, a critical moment that defied all explanation. “All I know is that this new power is something she calls true time magic.”

“Ah, groundbreaking.” Dante narrowed his eyes at the display. “Is this something she inherited?”

“No… I don’t think so.” Morris weaved his fingers together as he watched, barely aware that Dante was there still. “It’s true- because of her Dyad magic, she was able to steal part of Julius Novachrono’s magic. But Simulcian Dyads don’t just borrow their partner’s magic. Over time, they make it their own. So, effectively, she’s come up with new time spells that even Novachrono did not.”

Dante nodded slowly, faint recognition registering in the back of his mind. Well, not his mind.

The power to steal part of someone’s soul… their essence, their magic… and make it their own. How terrifyingly powerful.

“You sure seem to know a lot about it, Morris.”

“I told you before- The Diamond Kingdom harbored a group of Simulcian refugees for over a century,” Morris reminded him. “They offered to share their Dyad with our army in exchange for a safe, private place to stay.” Morris let out a wistful sigh. “I was the only one who visited… I even talked to their leader, Mikal. He was interesting… He showed me the research he was doing on his own family. Quite diabolical.” Morris’s smile dropped. “But then all of them disappeared… I thought I’d never find out what happened, but then, 6 years later, the Clover Kingdom attacked us with a Dyad of their own. One containing the Wizard King of all people.”

And now, the other half of that Dyad was Wizard King as well, the Wizard King they would have to face in only a matter of days.

Or maybe not.

The woman’s movements were instantaneous. There was no delay, no movement, between where she began and where she ended. But in that moment, all 8 of her opponents were down.

“She hasn’t made any public appearances lately. She’s been keeping to herself… it’s too bad, I don’t know if I’ll be able to fight her.” Dante finally spoke, his own little brain trying to figure out her trick. “According to the intel our spies provided, she should be over 6 months pregnant.”

“Or dead.” Morris shook his head. “Mikal explained it to me- When you form a Dyad, you cease to exist as an individual. You share the essence of your soul, your EGO, with the other. When Julius Novachrono died, he broke her Ego. So…”

Dante’s eyes widened a little when he realized what Morris was about to say. Morris just let his voice trail off, because there was no reason to voice the inevitable.

She is wilting away. LIke a flower who has forgotten what the sun looked like.

“It’s a shame. She was getting so powerful.” Dante shook his head sadly, but couldn’t help but smile. “I really hoped I would get to fight her one day.”

Morris let out a chuckle. Dante, your mind dwells on the wrong things, sometimes. I don’t think you would want to fight her. “I suppose. I would have liked to research her powers… there might be something in there I can use. For now, I guess I can dream…”

Both men watched her form on the screen, again and again.

“And besides…”

“She’s very cute-” “She’s very cute-”

Dante and Morris both cut each other off. For the first time, Morris actually turned in his chair to face his superior, fear starting to register on his face. It wasn’t much, just a tinge, but it was more than Morris had felt in his entire life.

“Morris��” Dante’s smile was gone. “What did you just say?”

Morris gulped, feeling the hair on his arms standing on end. “...nothing. Nothing at all.”

After a few moments saturated with tension, Dante finally relaxed his frown into a grin. “That’s what I thought you said.” He reached down and slapped Morris on the shoulder, a little harder than could be considered friendly. Morris stiffened, watching as Dante turned to leave, his cloak flaring out dramatically.

“If I do get to fight the Wizard King… I will conquer her. Just like I conquer everything else.”

Dante’s eyes glimmered at the thought, the hope he held close to his heart.

“Meeting you… is going to be so much fun.~”

(a couple months later)

“All rise for her majesty, the 29th Wizard King!”

This is the same room where I was married, and where I was later crowned. But now, I feel none of the nervousness of that previous visit. I’ve walked this aisle many times, my head held high, a crown glimmering upon my hair, and my robe flowing behind me.

I am the Wizard King, and this is my court. This is where I sit on my throne.

These past few months have been dense with work, more work than I’ve ever had in my time as advisor. After accepting my fate, I threw myself into this position more deeply than ever before. There’s a whole kingdom of people who need help, and another whole kingdom about to attack us. But little by little, I chipped through the work with the help of Marx and Adeline, slowly but surely repairing the damage and making sure those who were hurt were well cared for. But even now, there are problems, which is why I keep my doors open to whoever needs help.

“Y-Your majesty…”

A pair of men stand before me, their hands clasped together to keep them from shaking. They look like peasants, and there’s fear glistening in their eyes.

“We’re very sorry to bother you… our town was lucky enough to receive aid, after all. But-” He gulped, his eyes flickering up to my neutral face, leaned up against my propped up hand. “The magic knights in our town are wreaking havoc… they steal our food, slack off… and they even harass the women. If it isn’t too much-”

“Remove them?” I ask, sitting up a little straighter on my throne. “Tell me, what squad did I send to your town?”

“T-The Purple Orcas, ma’am-”

“Oh, I see.” Of course it’s them… I’m sure Kaiser would have a fit if he knew, I think, letting out a tired sigh. “Well, in that case, your wish is granted. I’ll send for the immediate removal of troops. Should I replace them?”

The two men looked at each other excitedly before turning back to me. “No! We’ve mostly recovered, thanks to you, those knights were just taking advantage of our recovery.” They both bowed in unison, grins still shining on their faces. “Thank you, your majesty!”

I smile down at them, motioning for them to rise again. “No problem! It’s my job to ensure that every citizen in this city is safe.”

As they leave, the crowd murmurs angrily. For whatever reason, many people usually come to watch as I listen to those who have requests, probably just to gossip and jeer at me. I do my best to be a good King, but there’s always going to be people who hold my status against me. They still see me as nothing more than a consort, someone who used Julius for power. It couldn’t be further from the truth; there’s nothing I want more than for Julius to be sitting on this throne today.

“I can’t believe it! Who gave you the power to redistribute my funds in the treasury?”

Now a wealthy, noble merchant stands before me, with much less benevolence than the peasants. His face is red with anger, like a tomato about to split open with juice. “I put those riches in there to gain interest! I was supposed to get richer, not poorer!”

“Oh, you did get interest, though,” I tell him casually, smiling a bit to myself at how angry he is. “That’s all I took out of your funds, too. You know that the Kingdom has been suffering lately-”

“THE KINGDOM? My ass!” he cuts me off. “Sure, some towns out in the boonies got destroyed, but do I have to pay for their problems?!” He points at me accusingly. “That’s not right! You don’t have the right to do that!”

“Look-” I shake my head, letting out an exasperated sigh. The night sky outside signifies how long I’ve been here, hours at this point. I’m starting to get tired. “The interest I took was enough to feed a town of starving people. You’ll make it back soon. Can’t you be happy that you’re helping the greater good-”

“HELP?! Why do I have to suffer for them!” he yells again. “My life was perfect! Why should I care if-”

“SILENCE.” In an instant, I’m on my feet. The air around me suddenly crackles with mana, and I hold up my hand to let an orb of dangerously bright blue light gather there. The entire room vibrates, and the crowd cowers behind the man who dared to speak to me like that.

“Cut me off again… and I will cut you in half.”

I clench my fist, and the orb intensifies. The noble’s eyes are wide, and the strength in his knees finally gives out. He collapses, his head ducking down as his body wracks with tremors. “I-I’m sorry- please- have mercy-”

“Mercy?” I smile again, but my eyes are as empty as ever. “You would show no mercy to those below you either, right? So why should I care if you live or die?”

He doesn’t answer, just squeezes his eyes shut and accepts his fate.

Satisfied, I release my power, and the light disappears. With a sigh, I sit back down on the throne, crossing my legs once seated. I feel heavier than normal, and for good reason; My belly is swollen, life kicking around inside. It’s only been about 7 months, but with a clever magical strategy, I managed to accelerate the pregnancy by two months. So, any day now, I will be meeting Julius’s child.

“Don’t bother me with this nonsense again. Just be grateful that I’ve given your life more meaning than you’re capable of yourself. Goodbye.”

Finally, everyone leaves, still muttering about the display of power I decided to throw out.

“You really shouldn’t be so rash, they’re just going to hate you more.”

Adeline lectures me, as usual, as she holds my hand to help me up the stairs to our room. We moved into one of the empty rooms together. I don’t know why, but I didn’t feel like it was right to keep sleeping in the old bed. I still brought the robe with me, and it sits on a chair in the corner by the window. “One of these days, it’s going to come back to bite you.”

“Eh.” I shrug, not denying it. As things stand now, they’ll have to target another Wizard King soon. “I want to get through this Spade nonsense first before worrying about that.”

“Understandable.” Adeline leans over and gives me a kiss on the cheek. “Come on, you need to sleep.”

The two of us cuddle up under the blankets. I close my eyes and inhale her scent, a smile traced onto my lips. When we’re here, all alone, I almost forget about the world outside, and the fate within me.

However, the peace is short lived.

A scream rips through the early morning, jolting me from my trance. I sit up in a panic to see Adeline already awake, her eyes nearly bulging out of their sockets. A cold sweat coats her skin, and she’s shaking violently. “Adeline?! What’s wrong- hey-” I get cut off as she throws herself into my arms, bawling into my chest. I freeze up, not able to do much but stroke her hair awkwardly. I’m not the best at comforting people, since Julius was the one in charge of that back in the day. But slowly, Adeline starts to calm down, her sobs quieting. “So… a nightmare?”

“No… worse…” Adeline finally sits up, her eyes dilated with fear. “I… I got a flash.”

A flash….

Adeline’s Celestial Clairvoyance magic allows her to see flashes of the future, and sometimes those flashes come at random times, like when she’s asleep. I gulp nervously, my fingertips going cold. Usually these flashes help me in some way, but from the look in her eyes, I know this one is serious.

“What did you see?”

Adeline squeezes her eyes shut.

“Bones… bloodstained bones. Fire. Rotting flesh. And a tree… a huge tree being uprooted as an even larger one grows beneath it. And-” Her eyes pop open.

“A butterfly…”

My blood runs cold.

“Or maybe it was a moth…”

I take Adeline’s hand to distract her (and myself). “I see… I think I know what it means. Something we already knew.” I give her a strained smile. “War is coming… and soon.”

Slowly, Adeline nods. Somehow, I’ve managed to calm her down. “Right… right.” She glances over at the clock. “It’s early, but I’m going to get up. I don’t think I can sleep any longer.”

“Alright. I’ll do the same.”

Only fifteen minutes later, Marx comes bursting into the office, out of breath. “I have news from the Heart Kingdom- WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TWO DOING?!”

Adeline and I almost jump out of our skins at the sound of the voice. We freeze in our position. Of course he had to come running in as we decided to have a little make-out session, with me sitting up on the desk to reach her lips. My face heats up, and Adeline opens and closes her mouth trying to find an excuse. “Um… I was… feeling the baby?”

Marx lets out a rattling sigh before closing the door behind him. “Some things never change… anyway, the news from the Heart Kingdom-” He straightens up, looking worried. “They were attacked by a mobile fortress from the Spade Kingdom early this morning.”

“WHAT?!” My eyes widen and I hop off the desk immediately. “This morning!? What happened? Are we at war?”

“Not quite…” Marx sucks in a breath. “Our knights over there were able to stop them and even take over a border town. The situation deescalated so now we’re just waiting for the Spade Kingdom to retaliate.”

“Oh… oH!” I let myself relax. “That’s great news… hopefully this promises good things to come.”

“I hope so…” Marx looks at Adeline. “Come on, I have some work for you to do downstairs.”

“Awww, ok.” Adeline pouts before leaning in to give me a kiss. “See you later!”

“Yeah, of course!” I wave goodbye before sitting back down in my chair and pulling more paperwork towards me. The door shuts, and I am alone.

So… it’s going to end soon, right?

I reach down and rest my hand upon my belly.

I need to give birth to you before the war begins… so I can fight, and…

I close my eyes. Mana starts to course into my belly, time spinning around the baby gently. This is how I’ve sped up my pregnancy, bit by bit, not noticeable by anyone but myself. Any day now, I would be able to give birth.

And then, I smell blood. My eyes pop back open. I take my hand away from my stomach and reach up to wipe under my nose. Sure enough, a red streak comes with it.

Oh, fuck-

It hits me with as little warning as usual, the tidal wave of pain ripping through my head and through my soul. WIth a strangled cry, I spasm in my seat, my head thrown back against the head of the chair. The agony intensifies, this episode growing worse and worse with every moment. It happens infrequently, but over these last months it visits as a reminder of the fate ahead of me.

NO…. not yet…

I can feel what’s left of my soul desperately tugging itself away, desperately trying to die.

Just a little longer…

I clench my fist as lights pop at the corners of my vision.

I need… I need to die on the battlefield.

The lights get brighter, blinding me. A moth flutters towards me.

Not… YET…

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“Oh god… oh god please wake up…”

Adeline’s voice eventually coaxes me back to life. I blink my eyes open to see her, Marx, and Owen standing above me with scared looks on their faces. “W-What happened?”

“You had another spasm episode,” Adeline tells me softly. “How do you feel?”

A spike of panic shoots through me. “T-The baby-”

“It’s fine, perfectly healthy,” Owen assures me. “I’m more worried about you.”

I gulp nervously at the way they’re looking at me. I can tell that they know I’m hiding something.

“Sorry… I can’t control the seizures. I’ll try and warn you next time I feel it coming on.”

Owen sighs. “Right… well, I need to run and check up on the others. I’m sure they’re also traumatized…”

“Traumatized?” I repeat. Owen stiffens up, and so do Marx and Adeline. The tension has grown, but for what reason? “Wait, what’s going on? How long was I out?”

“Hours…” Adeline whispers. Owen exchanges a glance with Marx before leaving. “It’s evening now… and… well…”

“There’s been a development.” Marx finishes her sentence as she trails off. “Listen… while you were out… there were more attacks. One in the Heart Kingdom and two here.”

My eyes widen, but he doesn’t give me a chance to talk.

“There are three devil hosts in the Spade Kingdom… they call themselves the Dark Triad. And…”

Adeline hangs her head, unable to look me in the eye.

“They kidnapped Lolopechika… and…”

There’s static in my ears. His next words are fuzzy.

“They took Yami and William, too.”

A huge tree is uprooted as an even larger one grows beneath it.

A moth flits through its branches.

Fate has arrived.

Uh oh.... next time, chapter 16: the shadows. Yami and William are gone, and the apocalypse has arrived. What is one supposed to do when the inevitable stands ahead of you? We'll see what our poor Wizard King decides to do...

#black clover #fic #triad #oc: lisa #bc oc

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aarafox · 3 years

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super detailed oc questions for at least em, bella, robin, freylic: 5, 4, 9, 15, 22, 38 (u can answer for others too if u wanna but i wanna know at least for those four!! ^^)

Ahh, fun!! I’ll put it under a read more bc it’s gonna be long ^^ thanks so much for asking! ❤️❤️

OC asks

Emily

4: What is their relationship with their parents? What’s a good and bad memory with them? Did they know both parents?

She has a good relationship with her parents! They’ve always been close and can talk about pretty much everything. She has a few really good memories of her parents helping her figure out her powers; since she has so many, it was always a wild ride discovering how each one worked. Some really fun things happened when they helped her, like she accidentally splashed water in her dad’s face and accidentally created a small pit that her mother fell into. She never actually hurt them though, which is why she can think back to those moments with fondness.

However those powers came with a downside: because there were so many, her energy level was always really high. She fainted several times as a child, immensely worrying her parents. When they brought her to the Tree of Healing they were told that Em’s body just needed time to get used to the energy, but knowing there was nothing they could do to help her made them feel really bad. The last time it happened was when she was ten years old so it’s been a while, but her parents will always be afraid that something happens that’ll make her faint again (which may or may not happen in the story…).

5: Do they have any siblings? What’s their names? What is their relationship with them? Has their relationship changed since they were kids to adults?

She’s an only child!

9: Do animals like them? Do they get on well with animals?

I guess they do! Em really loves animals though she doesn’t engage with many. But she finds them cute and lovely and they enjoy her company and attention.

15: Are they good at cooking? Do they enjoy it? What do others think of their cooking?

She doesn’t cook very often, usually only with her family or friends (which she loves doing!!). She’s not particularly good at it but she has a few recipes that she’s absolutely owned. On top of this she’s always willing to learn more, and when she receives instructions on how to help make something she’s certain to follow them without fault. People generally like what she makes. ^^

22: What are their favourite insults to use? What do they insult people for? Or do they prefer to bitch behind someone’s back?

She doesn’t often insult people, but when she does she probably only uses “idiot” or “stupid”. She only insults people when they are being absolute morons or just plain assholes. She doesn’t shy away from a fight though she doesn’t enjoy having them. She’d only bitch about people behind their backs when they truly deserve it.

38: What do they admire in others? What talents do they wish they had?

She admires people really quickly! But not in a jealous kinda way. She’s truthfully excited when someone’s good at something and will support them a lot. Her best friend Lucy is a master in a particular martial arts form and Emily wishes she could fight as well as her friend! But mainly she’s just really proud that Lucy’s such a great fighter.

Bella

4: What is their relationship with their parents? What’s a good and bad memory with them? Did they know both parents?

She has a good relationship with her dads (I don’t really like writing family drama so most families I write are close or at least somewhat loving). She inherited her bubbly character from one of the two, which is why they vibe really well. Good memories were made when her dads took her and her sister to the annual feasts held in the city! Her dads know a lot of things and were great storytellers, so she loved listening to everything they told her about the city. Once she was old and independent enough, she went to those feasts with her friends.

One particularly bad memory happened when she was pretty young. She got angry and accidentally used her powers, nearly hitting her dads. Though no one was hurt that day, she’ll never forget the terrified expressions on their faces. She’ll always feel guilty about it, but they reassured her many times that it was alright and so she’s learned to let it go.

5: Do they have any siblings? What’s their names? What is their relationship with them? Has their relationship changed since they were kids to adults?

She has an older sister named Zellány. Though she has an alright bond with her sister, the two girls don’t always completely see eye-to-eye, and this is purely because they’re very different. Bella has magic, Zella doesn’t; Bella is extremely extroverted, Zella is way more introverted; Bella doesn’t really like stuyding, Zella loves it, is good at it and can be a bit of a know-it-all bc of it; Bella can be a scaredy-cat while Zella doesn’t get what she’s afraid of sometimes. They used to be closer as kids but their differences became a bit too big for them to get along too well. Though they care for each other a great deal!! Zella expresses her worries for Bella’s wellbeing and when Zella is hurt in one of the battles Bella can’t stop crying.

9: Do animals like them? Do they get on well with animals?

Bella LOVES animals herself, but her excitement can chase them away sometimes :’)

15: Are they good at cooking? Do they enjoy it? What do others think of their cooking?

She’s… not that good at cooking haha, she’s screwed up several recipes in the past but there are a few small things she can make well. It’s safer when she isn’t the one in control of dinner lmao, but when she’s assisting someone things won’t go wrong, probably.

22: What are their favourite insults to use? What do they insult people for? Or do they prefer to bitch behind someone’s back?

She loves to use “piss beetle” lol. Bella doesn’t shy away from confrontation and can be really fiery especially to people who hurt her friends. She also won’t mind bitching about someone behind their back as long as she isn’t friends with them. Bella’s strength when it comes to standing up for herself or her friends is pretty admirable, though she can go a bit too far sometimes and say things she doesn’t really mean; her friends need to calm her down when that happens.

38: What do they admire in others? What talents do they wish they had?

Bella doesn’t really think about it very deeply, but in insecure moments she can wish she had her sister’s intelligence or her friends’ bravery. She doesn’t really specifically admire certain aspects of people, but she does admire people generally.

Robin

4: What is their relationship with their parents? What’s a good and bad memory with them? Did they know both parents?

Robin also has a good relationship with his parents! His moms are incredibly king and basically taught him how to treat the world with kindness (though it would’ve likely come naturally to him as well). He looks up to his moms and greatly admires them. He has great memories of strolls through the city during which they played with him and taught him about the world, and of course the birth of his little brother was a great memory too.

One bad memory was when one of his moms was working so hard that she was barely home, which greatly saddened his other mom. When the first mom came home at some point and basically collapsed from exhaustion, it was up to Robin and his magical power to make her better. From that moment on his mom took it more easily and it didn’t happen again, but he doesn’t like remembering that day.

5: Do they have any siblings? What’s their names? What is their relationship with them? Has their relationship changed since they were kids to adults?

He has a little brother named Piag. He’s an adorable little shit haha, and is so good at deciphering Robin that it can annoy his older bro. The two generally get along well, but Piag is pretty stubborn and can be really outspoken about his opinions, sometimes treating Robin a bit harsher than necessary. But Piag has the power of Emotions and can accurately sense when his words actually hurt Robin, so he can make it up to him immediately. Robin isn’t easily hurt by Piag’s words, though, they’re good for each other! But Robin can be a bit too concerned about Piag’s wellbeing; when the little boy feels too many negative emotions, he can fall really ill. That’s why Robin is a bit overprotective, which annoys Piag to no end.

9: Do animals like them? Do they get on well with animals?

Probably! He’s a kind fella. But he doesn’t really engage with animals a lot to know for sure.

15: Are they good at cooking? Do they enjoy it? What do others think of their cooking?

He’s good at cooking, but he’s better at baking! Since they were young, Robin and Piag have baked many kinds of pies so he’s become a really skilled baker. You can be sure though that whenever he cooks something, it will turn out well too.

22: What are their favourite insults to use? What do they insult people for? Or do they prefer to bitch behind someone’s back?

He doesn’t really insult others, though he can get really mad at people when they hurt his loved ones. In those cases he’ll bring rhetoric to bring people down. He also rarely bitches about someone behind their back, unless it’s 100% deserved. He’s prone to get a bit upset with his loved ones when they don’t take good care of themselves; his behaviour can come across as anger but it’s really pure concern.

38: What do they admire in others? What talents do they wish they had?

Like Emily, Robin admires others easily! He doesn’t usually wish he had other people’s talents; he knows he’ll likely never be as good at things as others and he has peace with that. Though he probably wishes he was a better singer :D

Freylic

4: What is their relationship with their parents? What’s a good and bad memory with them? Did they know both parents?

Of all the OCs you asked me, Freylic probably has the least close bond with his parents. This is because he’s the prince of the planet and his relationship with his parents has become more professional than personal. He doesn’t really mind it, though I can imagine he sometimes wishes it were different. His good memories come from the times they travelled together and met many subjects. Bad memories were formed when meeting his pushy family members who wouldn’t leave him alone. His upbringing was a bit restricting so he often tried to escape the palace or family gatherings, which led him to meet the two people he became closest with: his best friend Lucy and his to-be boyfriend Din.

5: Do they have any siblings? What’s their names? What is their relationship with them? Has their relationship changed since they were kids to adults?

He’s an only child!

9: Do animals like them? Do they get on well with animals?

Animals LOVE Freylic, like seriously. But he’s an angel so he attracts people as well as all kinds of creatures. They love following him everywhere lol. Maybe I should give him a majestic pet of some kind! It’d suit his character!

15: Are they good at cooking? Do they enjoy it? What do others think of their cooking?

He doesn’t really cook much! But when he does, it’s probably alright. He prefers eating other people’s cooking so that he can compliment them on their culinary skills and make them happy that way.

22: What are their favourite insults to use? What do they insult people for? Or do they prefer to bitch behind someone’s back?

He doesn’t insult people fjshbd I wonder if he even knows how! If he were to insult anyone, it’d be his teachers in the past or his parents, but his insults would be really lame and not hurtful at all haha. Now he doesn’t even think of insulting anyone, let alone bitch behind their backs.

38: What do they admire in others? What talents do they wish they had?

Freylic has a lot of admiration for basically everyone he meets, because everyone has a story to tell and their own struggles they need to overcome or have overcome. There’s not much he wishes for, though (and this isn’t really a talent) he sometimes wonders what it would be like to not be the prince and be a normal Neflora like the others. This becomes especially strong when he falls in love with Din and wonders whether it’d be easier to be together if he wasn’t the prince. (Everything works out perfectly though!)

Oof, that was a long one ^^ hope you like the answers ❤️ I accidentally deleted them the first time and had to start all over again D:

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paperclipsandchalk · 5 years

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Good Kids:

Patton Pascal- Son of Rapunzel- His hair has the same magical properties Rapunzel's had, he uses special scissors to cut them since he doesn't like his hair being too long. There will be some days where he's too tired to cut his hair, it's a daily chore since his hair grows at a fast rate overnight. He has brown hair and green eyes, he has rectangular glasses and wears a golden flower crown. Patton wears a grey sweater that has many types of flower patterns down the sleeves, he wears khakis and no shoes. He is a happy go lucky guy who thinks brightly about the world, however, reality hits him little by little and he realizes the world is a messed up place. Patton and Logan are betrothed and have been since they were kids. Patton helps bring out the emotions in Logan and Logan helps bring out the rationality in Patton. Roman and Patton are close friends who are both on the track team. Patton and Remy get along nine times out of ten, the other one time out of ten is when Patton lectures him about not sleeping. Patton is around 5'7

Remy Bubbler- Son of Ariel- Remy is a half merman with a caffeine addiction, when he was younger he had sleep paralysis and it scared him into staying awake. He eventually found comfort in coffee, since he couldn't really talk to anyone about it he just bottled it up. There are some days he can't speak due to Ursula cursing him when he was five, that was because he talked to her son, Emile. Remy inherited his dad's black hair but his mother's blue eyes, his hair is a bit poofy. Remy wears a black leather jacket with a white shirt that says 'Sleep is for the weak, and I'm weak so see you in a week' and every time someone goes to read it he says "my eyes are up here". Coincidentally he wears glasses to cover his eyes from the sun, he has scaly freckles that shimmer in the sunlight and when he blushes they flare pink. He says "what up bishes" at least three times a day, unless he can't speak, then he signs it. Oh, and Remy is 5'11

Roman White- Son of Snow White- Roman, surprisingly, is really tan and fit. He's on the track team with Patton and he's always active outside whether it's putting on small plays for the children in town square or hanging out with his friends. Roman also knows a few languages such as Spanish and French, he was born into a big family consisting of six brothers and a cat named Acorn. He absolutely despises apples and prefers red grapes instead. Roman is tall, taller than Remy but shorter than Logan. Roman is about 6'1 with dark brown hair and brown eyes. He often wears a white button up shirt with a red vest over the top, he wears black dress pants and dress shoes. Roman always wants to stand out and he really cares what others think about him, that all goes out the window when he meets Virgil. Surprisingly, the two have a lot more in common than they thought.

Logan Rose- Son of Belle- Logan is a well read kid who's betrothed to Patton and he wouldn't have it any other way. However, one thing has been bugging him the more he studied the past fairy tales, the villains kids were never given a chance. So he decided that his first decree as future king is that let the kids from the island come to school with them. Logan is 6'2, he wears a long black sleeved shirt with a blue tie, he also wears black jeans with dress shoes. He has circular glasses, he has brown eyes with light brown hair. No matter what he can't keep his hair tame, it bothers him all the time but Patton help brush and style it. He also carries around an enchanted rose, he doesn't know what's going to happen when all the petals fall off. It worries him, he doesn't even know where the rose came from but he can't get rid of it either. Sometimes Logan loses sight of his emotions but luckily he has Patton to help bring him back down.

Villain Kids:

Emile Picani- Son of Ursula- Emile is literally the friendliest person you'll ever meet on the island. He has a passion for swimming but doesn't get to do it often due to a barrier surrounding the island. One time he managed to escape the barrier somehow and met a boy, they became friends quickly but their parents found out. His mom cursed the boy despite her son's wish, time passed by and now Emile wants to right the wrong his mom did. He doesn't have tentacles but he has a pet octopus named Tentacles. Emile is around 5'4, he has blonde almost white hair and dark brown eyes, he has square glasses. He wears a black cardigan with a purple shirt underneath it, he also wears black pants. Emile also wears a seashell necklace his father gave him, he also has the warmest smile anyone has ever seen.

Virgil Malevolent- Son of Maleficent- Virgil and his mom never get along, she wants him to do stuff that he doesn't want to. He doesn't want to be like her when he gets older. Virgil can cast spells, all he has to do is remember the correct words and he can cast it, or he can use his spellbook. However, his mom takes the spell book all the time so he's learned to memorize the spells that are important. Virgil wears a purple cloak that covers his outfit that his mother forces him to wear, it's a black suit with black gloves. He absolutely hates it, but he hates his hair even more. His hair has black roots but silver tips, he dyed the tips purple to spite his mom. Virgil also has dragon wings and piercing green eyes. He often doodles thing from different fairy tales, one time he accidentally draws Roman. Roman finds out and asks Virgil to teach him how to draw.

Remus Queen (White)- Son of Evil Queen- Remus was taken when he was a baby, the queen raised him to he her own. Since he grew up with the evil queen he has been obsessed with mirrors and the way they reflect things. Remus was given a magic mirror of his own, and sometimes he would see someone who looked just like him in the mirror, he would always have a sinking feeling that he was missing something. Remus has dark humor and often expresses it into stories of the different fairy tales but instead of a happy ending they all end how they were originally intended to. His favorite fruit is an apple specifically yellow/golden. Remus looks a lot like Roman except for he's pale, also he wears something similar to his real outfit except the shoulder pads are toned down a bit.

Deceit Facilier- Son of Dr. Facilier- Deceit is cunning and tricky, he plays with fate all the time but he'll never know his own. He messes with his tarot cards all the time because his friends in the shadows tell him to, but they can't seem to tell him how to handle his massive crush on his dark humored friend. Deceit has a problem with telling the truth, he believes a lie is way better than something true. Deceit basically wears the same thing he does in the videos except the cloak thing is actually a suit jacket with the tail that Dr. Facilier has on his. Deceit covers half of his face with a smiling mask that's white. He had a past relationship with Virgil but again it was a mutual break up. Deceit ends up becoming good friends with Patton, he also loves building things.

This took so long to do holy hecking heck! But those are in depth character descriptions and more information on them. You guys are gonna make me cry with how much support you guys gave that post, I did not expect it to blow up like it did! Now I'm motivated to create a plot and story to this that's loosely based on the movie, however, I wanted to get opinions on a few things:

1- With Emile's design, instead of actual hair should he have tentacles for hair instead? Like a splatoon character?

2- What should the name of the island and school be? I was thinking something along the lines of Mind Palace High.

3- What should the au be called????

Also a few side notes:

~ There will be ocs in here to fill the role of the unwelcoming crowd of students. I think Roman would fit in that role but I just can't see him being that mean to exclude them out, maybe at first he's hesitant to approach them but he quickly gets over it.

~ Who's ready to see some sibling bonding between Remus and Roman?

Ok, but thank you so much for supporting the idea, I didn't think people would actually like it. I really appreciate it <3

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#patton sanders #sanders sides #virgil sanders #thomas sanders #roman sanders #remus sanders #deceit sanders #logan sanders #remy sanders #emile picani #logicality #prinxiety #remy x emile #deceit x remus #sanders sides au

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quirkless-and-embarrassed · 5 years

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Todoroki Shouto

I felt like doing a character meme!

Favorite thing about him:

Is it cheating to say everything? It is? Okay… I love how he’s painfully kind while also painfully bad with people. I love how he swore not to use his fire half, and he took that oath so seriously that he felt pulling Midoriya aside to apologize and explain (in depth) was necessary. I love that his hand trembled when he went to see his mom—especially that he was so afraid of being like Endeavor, he couldn’t bear to show his face to her for years in case she mistook him again. I love how he learns from his mistakes, whether it’s combat-related like blocking his field of vision against Stain or emotional like realizing how his spiteful focus on Endeavor has blinded him to the needs of people around him. I love how he doesn’t feel the need to posture and act like he has the answers: he can openly admit he doesn’t know and that he needs to reflect more to find the right path for him. I love how rude he is. I love how he unquestionably leapt to Midoriya and Iida’s aid in Hosu. I love his fight against Midoriya.

Least favorite thing about him:

Hmm…most of my problems are with Horikoshi, not Todoroki. I like that Todoroki’s reaction to Endeavor vs the nomu was complex, that he was afraid for Endeavor, cares about him, and is ambivalent about the idea of Endeavor’s “redemption,” but I wish his love for his dad had more of a foundation—from what Horikoshi shows us, I have no idea why he cares about Endeavor other than a vague, dissatisfying “he’s my dad” feeling. Why are Todoroki’s feelings more complicated than flawless loathing? What’s the basis for his ambivalent affection towards Endeavor? I wish I knew more.

Okay, for about Todoroki specifically in-universe…I guess I wish he would talk a little more. He seems like he struggles with finding a middle ground between saying nearly nothing and oversharing.

Favorite line:

That’s a nasty scar you got there *SLUUURP* and are you All Might’s lovechild. I also loved it when Todoroki glared dramatically at Endeavor and then failed hard at introducing himself to the kids.

…And I love the line where Bakugo stridently claims no, he will not tell stupid Deku his brand-new, top-secret hero name, and Todoroki cluelessly asks, “Could you tell me, then?”

BROTP:

Midoriya, Bakugo, Yaoyorozu, Iida—I think those relationships really speak for themselves <3

This fic made me love Todoroki and Kaminari, please give me Todoroki working on his sense of humor and he asks Kaminari for help, only to repeatedly and ignorantly roast Kaminari while attempting to learn.

Also, Asui and Todoroki are really underrated; I feel like they’d have understated but interesting chemistry. They’re both exceptionally blunt, and unlike some of the others, Asui is perceptive+grounded enough to notice how awkward and uncertain Todoroki is (instead of the coolest, handsomest boy in class image). I’d LOVE to see them talk about their siblings, since Asui is the oldest and she takes care of her mini frog siblings, and Todoroki is the baby of the family who’s trying to figure out his relationships with Fuyumi and Natsuo (and eventually, Dabi). Oh, and Asui has more respect for authority than Todoroki does, so also seeing them clash over that would be interesting.

Or! Maybe Todoroki finally, accidentally catches Hagakure in one of his area ice moves and feels really bad about it, so Hagakure teaches him to watch out for her by making a game out of sneaking up on him. She also exercises some teenage flirtation in his direction and he has no idea.

Or imagine Jirou trying to figure out if Todoroki has feelings for Momo and accidentally becoming friends as she susses him out and realizes he’s an irredeemable dork instead of ice prince badass. She’s appalled he doesn’t know much about music!

OTP Rarepairs:

Todoroki/everyone basically, so it’s more interesting to talk about my todo rarepairs than run of the mill ships.

Todoroki/Shinsou is cute…they both enter class 1-a with the attitude “I’m not here to make friends” and get hit with a match versus Midoriya in the Sports Festival—oops! They both became heroes partly from antagonistic spite, to defy Endeavor / the stereotype of brainwashing, which throw long shadows over who they fear they could become, and despite being on the quiet side they’re both pretty dramatic. Idk much about Shinsou’s backstory, but he definitely has a bit of a depressed, wary aura about him together with his fiercely idealistic, “I will never be like that” attitude, a combination that would resonate with Todoroki.

Probably at first Shinsou would be pretty cold to Todoroki, since even after being accepted into class 1-a he’d have some lingering resentment for those who are naturally blessed and admission was a slam dunk, and, in an effort to prove himself against the quietest of the strongest students, he’d make it his mission to provoke+brainwash Todoroki. Despite himself, Shinsou gets attached as he tries to figure Todoroki out, and he realizes the sorts of obstacles this “naturally blessed, slam-dunk admission” student had to overcome to get here.

In short, I’m a sucker for it ok, brotp or otp i’m down, but also in this case the romantic element of seeing themselves in each other gets to me bad.

Second rarepair, Todoroki/Hawks—hear me out ok!! These two would have the funny elements of Hawks/Endeavor but without Endeavor’s grossness. Even after he makes pro, Todoroki admires Hawks as the number two hero whose playful, casual MO is radically different from his own, more solemn style, and Hawks delights in being obnoxious and pokes fun at the straightforward, a bit dense Todoroki every opportunity he gets. Todoroki recognizes Hawks’s playful demeanor and knows he’s joking, but…being a dork…he doesn’t know what to say, so he just responds with total seriousness. Hawks is perceptive enough to know Todoroki noticed the joke, and Hawks’s awareness of that transforms Todoroki’s awkwardness into a dry, deadpan sarcasm, and the two of them can actually, like…have banter.

Working with Hawks semi-regularly, Todoroki has to rise to the challenge of meeting Hawks’s quips with enough insight and empathy to intuit the bleaker truths behind Hawks’s facade as this guy who doesn’t want to work too hard. Todoroki grew up as Endeavor’s tool, Hawks grew up as the hero commission’s tool; Todoroki responded with defiance, Hawks responded with salty compliance; Todoroki prioritizes his personal moral compass over the law/government, Hawks prioritizes the government over both his moral compass and the law; and Todoroki admires All Might, whom Hawks professes not to be so fond of, while Hawks admires Endeavor, knows Dabi, and all the obvious issues that brings up—so I think these two have tons of common ground to build a rapport and also clash with each other in ways that would be interesting for their development. For example, Todoroki can tell Hawks it’s your power and encourage him to take hold of his own destiny instead of being used, and Hawks can help Todoroki work on the shortage of social acuity he inherited from Endeavor.

I love the brotp but the otp has such comedic potential fused with such tragic potential, like by taking hold of his fate Hawks makes some choices Todoroki can’t forgive, and by helping Todoroki learn to connect to people Hawks opens him up for a world of pain when things go south, I can’t resist.

NOTP:

As long as the execution is good, I’m good. A ship that I hate in one person’s hands, I might love in another’s.

Random headcanon:

Todoroki is the #1 cockblocker in Class A. Nobody kills romantic tension like Todoroki wandering in, oblivious to what he’s just interrupted.

Also, Fuyumi gave him The Talk.

Unpopular opinion:

Hmm…not sure how unpopular this is, but while Todoroki understands that Endeavor abused Rei, but I don’t think he understands that Endeavor abused him too. Clearly Todoroki understands that it was bad, but now he’s one of the best students in one of the best high schools in the country instead of on a psych ward (Rei) or in the ground (Touya), so he doesn’t realize just how bad it was. Sort of a, “I was strong enough to take it, so it wasn’t really bad, not like how he was to my mom.”

Also, I love tododeku and I love dadzawa, but I’m frustrated by the number of fanfics that portray Todoroki as meek and crushed under Endeavor’s boot, in need of rescue.

Okay, one last one, because I’m not sure how unpopular any of these actually are. I think Todoroki is actually pretty anxious to fit in with his peers? Like he seems pretty aloof and doing his own thing, but I think it’s more due to uncertainty over what to do than because he’s that naturally withdrawn.

Song I associate with him:

Unbreakable by Miracle, Ember by Katherine McNamara, and Brave by Riley Pearce come to mind.

Favorite picture of him:

OKAY HERE ARE A FEW

VS Midoriya – Todoorki’s whole awakening, self-actualization sequence is beautifully, beautifully animated. I love the flashes to black and white and the graceful, profound arc of Todoroki raising his left hand.

Ch43 – His haunted expression when he extinguishes his fire, forfeiting to Bakugo.

Ch63 – He looks so sweetly earnest when he realizes he screwed up by disregarding Yaoyorozu’s opinion, and he immediately takes action to fix it.

Ch112 – His badass expression when he and Inasa wordlessly team up.

Ch164 – His sour, cross expression when Endeavor embarrasses him.

I had to make some painful choices on which scenes to leave out, but I think five is enough.

I’ve also done these questions for Bakugo, Uraraka, Endeavor, Amajiki, Sir Nighteye, and Shinsou!

#todoroki shouto #shoto todoroki #bnha #nerd mumbling #todoroki #text #ask meme #todoshin #todohawks #kaminari #asui #hagakure #jirou #shinsou #hawks

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thelastspeecher · 5 years

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Superhero/villain AU - Redux

I can’t think of good titles for things.

Anyways, the book series that inspired my Superhero/villain AU actually had a new installment published recently. When I started reading the newest book, I remembered that the original way I envisioned my Superhero/villain AU lined a bit more with that book series, with Stan finding out he’s got kids after said children have been born. And I got inspired to write something for that original version. So here is...far too much of that. Enjoy.

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On the doorstep of a house he’d never been to before, Stan groaned loudly. He looked over at Ford.

“Why am I here, Sixer?”

“It’s Fiddleford’s birthday,” Ford replied, ringing the doorbell.

“Yeah, he’s your boyfriend. Not mine. Why did you drag me here and threaten to teleport me back if I tried to run?”

“His family wishes to meet you.”

“That’s not how it goes. You’re supposed to meet his family, he’s supposed to meet yours, and I don’t meet his until the wedding,” Stan said firmly.

“Yes, well, his family is rather unconventional,” Ford said. “They were very insistent upon meeting my twin brother. Particularly Fiddleford’s younger siblings. They’re twins themselves.”

“Ford-”

“You’ll get free food if you stay,” Ford said flatly. Stan crossed his arms.

“…Fine. I’ll stay. But only for the food.”

“That is the precise reason I mentioned it, Stanley.” Ford looked at him. “By the way, before we go inside-”

“If we go inside,” Stan grumbled. “Why are they taking so long to answer the door?”

“-I should warn you about Fiddleford’s younger sister,” Ford said, ignored his interruption. “She has two young daughters who, from what I understand, can be rather chaotic. I’ve told you everyone in the McGucket family has powers, correct?”

“Yeah,” Stan grunted.

“Her daughters are no exception, and they inherited elemental abilities, so their powers manifested early. Just…stay on your toes, okay? I’m sure it will be fine, but don’t be too startled by them.” Stan huffed. Ford sighed. “What?”

“There aren’t even any cute chicks to hit on here, are there?”

“Stanley.”

“I mean, you said Fiddledork’s younger sister has kids, so she’s married. Or at least dating someone.”

��No, she isn’t, actually. She’s a single mother,” Ford said. Stan nodded slowly.

“I can work with that.”

“Stanley, please don’t hit on my boyfriend’s family,” Ford hissed. The door opened, revealing Fiddleford. Fiddleford beamed.

“Howdy!” he chirped.

“Fiddleford, happy birthday!” Ford said cheerfully. Stan said nothing. Ford elbowed him roughly.

“Yeah, happy birthday, whatever,” Stan muttered. Fiddleford looked askance at Ford.

“He’s not pleased that I brought him with me.”

“Ah. Well, my folks are excited to meet you,” Fiddleford said to Stan. Stan grunted in response. “Come on in, we’ve got cake and-”

“Fidds, she’s makin’ a break fer it!” a voice shouted. Something short and dark-haired shot past Fiddleford and out the door. Instinctively, Stan grabbed whatever it was before it could escape. He stared down at the young girl, no older than four, whom he was holding by her shirt. She scowled at him and burst into flames. Ford jumped back, startled. Stan raised an eyebrow at her.

“You’re a firecracker, aren’t you?” he asked. The girl’s scowl deepened.

“No, ‘m Daisy!” she said, stomping her foot.

“Nope. You’re a firecracker. You’re too little to be a full firework,” Stan retorted. The girl – Daisy – furrowed her brow, visibly confused.

“You’re not hurt,” she said quietly. Stan ignited his hair. He could hear Ford grumbling something, but didn’t care. Daisy was now staring up at him with rapt attention, her eyes wide. “Like me,” she whispered. Something in Stan crumbled. Giving in, he got down on his knees and grinned.

“Yep. I’m a pyro, too.” Still aflame, Daisy beamed. Someone cleared their throat. Stan looked over. Fiddleford still stood in the doorway, but now someone else was behind him. A short, young woman with a carefully guarded expression. Something about her hair, caramel-colored and cut to a short bob, seemed strangely familiar to Stan. For a moment, he attempted to remember where he might have met her.

Eh. Probably nothing. It’s just that she and Daisy look alike. She’s probably the kid’s mom. They had the same, large distinct nose. The same nose that Fiddleford had.

“Stanley, thank you fer grabbin’ my niece,” Fiddleford said. “She’s a bit speedy.”

“No problem. I don’t get to meet many other pyros,” Stan replied. Fiddleford frowned thoughtfully.

“Yes, it’s obvious now that yer a pyrokinetic. I didn’t know that.”

“Really?” Stan asked. Fiddleford shook his head.

“Honestly, I didn’t think ya had powers at all.”

“Rude,” Stan muttered. The woman standing behind Fiddleford pushed ahead of him and held out her hand for Stan to shake.

“Thank you fer catchin’ Daisy. I was dealin’ with her twin sister and she slipped away. The name’s Angie.”

“Stan,” Stan said, shaking the offered hand. “I’m Ford’s twin brother.” Angie knelt down and reached out her arms to pick Daisy up. “Uh, I wouldn’t do that. I’m immune to my fire and fire made by other pyros, but unless you’re a pyro too-”

“Ain’t no problem,” Angie said. A strong gust of wind blew past, putting out not only Daisy but also Stan’s hair. Angie picked Daisy up and set her on her hip. “I can put out fires pretty easily, ain’t that right, muffin?” Angie said playfully, poking Daisy’s nose. Daisy giggled. Angie looked at Fiddleford. “We should prob’ly let these guests of yours inside ‘fore any other children escape.” Stan and Ford followed the McGuckets inside.

“Are there other children here?” Ford asked.

“Nah, just Angie’s sweet lil babies,” Fiddleford replied. “I don’t think we’d be able to handle any children in addition to Danny ‘n Daisy.” He looked over at his niece. “Though mostly it’s Daisy who’s causin’ trouble.” Daisy covered her mouth to stifle a giggle. Stan’s eyes nearly popped out of his head. He glanced at Ford, who had gone pale as well.

That kid’s not just a pyro, she’s a polydactyl. The hand covering Daisy’s mouth had six fingers instead of five. This family is fucking weird.

“You- um-” Ford stammered. Angie and Fiddleford stopped to look at him.

“Yes?” Fiddleford asked. Ford swallowed.

“You didn’t mention that your niece was a polydactyl.”

“Didn’t think it was relevant,” Fiddleford said with a shrug. Ford frowned at him. “What?”

“Fiddleford, you didn’t think I might be interested in that?” Ford hissed, holding up his hands. Daisy gaped.

“Twelve!” she shouted eagerly. Daisy held her own hands up. “Eleven!” Ford smiled weakly at her.

“That’s correct. I have twelve fingers and you have eleven,” he said softly. One of Daisy’s hands had five fingers, while the other had six. Daisy grinned. Fiddleford was now frowning thoughtfully. Stan could practically hear the gears turning in his head. He looked at Angie, who quickly glanced away from him.

“Well, at least you know now,” Fiddleford said after a moment. “C’mon, we still haven’t reached the living room!” Fiddleford set off, Angie, Stan, and Ford close behind.

When they arrived in the living room, Stan was immediately met with a blast of cold air to his left side. He turned in that direction. An older couple was trying to calm down a girl that seemed to be Daisy’s age. The girl was sobbing uncontrollably, her hands covering her face. Ice spread from where she was sitting.

What the fuck is happening?

“Oh, dear,” Angie said under her breath. She handed Daisy to Stan and quickly strode over to the other girl. “Danny, sweetie, it’s okay. I’m here.”

“Mama!” the girl – Danny – wailed, wrapping her arms around Angie’s torso. Stan looked down at Daisy in his arms. She grinned at him. Stan looked at Fiddleford.

“Uh, why did your sister give me her kid?” Stan asked dumbly.

“Most likely because you were the closest,” Ford said, answering for Fiddleford. “I doubt you need to keep holding her. You can probably set her down.” He looked at Fiddleford as well. “Right?” Fiddleford, who once again had a studious expression, startled.

“Pardon?” he asked.

“Your sister gave her daughter to Stanley to hold. He can set her down, right?”

“Sure, sure,” Fiddleford said. Relieved, Stan set Daisy on the floor. “Sorry ‘bout all this chaos. I knew it would be a bit of a mess if I invited Angie’s daughters to come, but I couldn’t help it. I don’t get to spend nearly enough time with ‘em.”

“It’s fine,” Ford said. “It’s your party, after all.” He held out the present that Stan had wrapped before they left. “Here’s your gift, by the way.”

“Oh, thank you!” Fiddleford said, taking the box. “And it’s wrapped so nicely!”

“That’s all me,” Stan said. “Ford couldn’t wrap to save his life.”

“Well, thank you both, then,” Fiddleford said, beaming. He seemed to have abandoned whatever he’d been thinking about so intently before. “Stanley, I should introduce you to the rest of my fam’ly-” Stan felt something tug on his pants.

“Mister?” a small voice said. Stan looked down. It was the girl that had been crying earlier, Danny. She stared up at him. Something uncomfortable began to uncurl in Stan’s gut. “You can fire?”

“Uh…” Stan could only stare numbly at Danny as he picked up on facial features he recognized intimately. A large, ruddy nose. Chubby, rosy cheeks. Wide, familiar brown eyes. Danny blinked at him.

“Daisy says you fire,” Danny said firmly.

“Um, yeah, I- I fire,” Stan finally said. Danny’s eyes sparkled.

“Show?” she asked timidly. Daisy promptly appeared by Stan’s side so quickly that it almost seemed like Ford had teleported her.

“Yeah, I can- I can show you,” Stan said. He looked more closely at Daisy now, remembering that Angie had mentioned they were twins. Daisy looked very similar to Angie, but with thick, rambunctious dark curls. Curls that Stan could distinctly remember his mom struggling with and swearing over any time they had to dress up nice.

“Show,” Daisy prompted. Stan realized he hadn’t done anything other than stare at her, despite promising to show off his abilities.

“Um. Yeah. Yeah.” Stan knelt to the girls’ eye-height and held out his hands facing up. Flames manifested above his open palms. “You- you girls have a favorite color?” Stan asked weakly, still reeling but trying not to let it show.

“White,” Daisy said.

“Red,” Danny said, more quietly than her twin.

“White and red coming right up.” The flames formed into two spheres, one per hand, floating about an inch or so above Stan’s skin. The sphere closest to Daisy paled until it was as white as the ice Danny had produced earlier, while the sphere by Danny darkened to a ruby red. Danny and Daisy clapped their hands. Stan grinned at their sweet enthusiasm.

“Mama, can I do that?” Daisy asked, looking over at Angie. Stan decided not to look at her, still struggling with the implications of his observations.

“Maybe someday, sweetie,” Angie said softly.

“Can do something else?” Danny asked Stan.

“Uh, whattaya wanna see?” Stan asked her. Danny frowned thoughtfully.

“No, let’s- let’s leave Stanley alone,” Fiddleford interrupted. “He’s not here to entertain you two, he’s here as a guest.” Stan extinguished his flames and stood to his full height, still avoiding eye contact with Angie.

“That’s a very good point,” piped up a man standing nearby. He looked like Fiddleford, but shorter and with dark hair. “I’m here to entertain you two.”

“Lute…” Fiddleford sighed. Lute just grinned at Fiddleford, then gestured for Danny and Daisy to follow him.

“C’mon, kidlets, let’s find us somethin’ to do,” Lute said breezily. He walked out of the room, Danny and Daisy scampering after him.

I need a few minutes to myself, this is getting disturbing.

“Where’s the john?” Stan asked.

“Oh, it’s-” Fiddleford started.

“Please, Fiddleford, let me,” Ford interrupted. “It’s your birthday. I can show Stanley where the bathroom is.”

“O-okay,” Fiddleford said. Ford set off. Stan quickly followed him. Once they were far enough from the living room that they wouldn’t be easily heard, Ford came to a stop. He spun around to glare at Stan.

“What the hell was that?” he hissed at Stan. Stan held up his hands.

“Don’t look at me, I didn’t come here to distract two ankle-biters!”

“No, not-” Ford closed his eyes. “I saw how you were looking at them. You see it, too.”

“…See what?”

“Don’t play dumb, Stanley. They don’t just look like Angie. They look like you.”

“Who?”

“I’m not joking,” Ford said, his voice almost a growl. “Danny and Daisy. Angie’s daughters. Daisy clearly inherited your abilities, while Danny- no one outside of our family has that nose.”

“Maybe they’re Shermie’s, or yours.”

“Shermie’s been married for five years, they’re clearly younger than five.” Stan opened his mouth. “Don’t you dare suggest Shermie would cheat, you know he’s not the type.”

“They could be yours,” Stan repeated. Ford glared at him. “Right. You’re gay.” Stan leaned against the wall and put his face in his hands. “Fine, fine. They’re- they’re obviously mine. But I don’t know how!”

“I know we never got proper sex ed, but-”

“No, not- I know where babies come from, Stanford, I’m not an idiot,” Stan snapped. “I just- I don’t remember having sex with Fiddleford’s sister.”

“You have a lot of one-night-stands.”

“Yeah, but I remember all of ‘em. If I didn’t, I wouldn’t be able to avoid them at the grocery store. And I don’t remember Angie.” There was a pause.

“I don’t have any answers for you, Stanley.”

“No shit, Sherlock.” Stan let his hands fall from his face. “I don’t wanna go back in that room.”

“I don’t want you in there, either,” Ford said firmly. Stan frowned at him. “Today’s Fiddleford’s birthday. I haven’t been able to spend much quality time with him lately, so I want this to go well. It won’t go well if his family connects the same dots we have.”

“Yeah, I think it’s too late for that. Fiddlesticks was obviously thinking pretty hard.”

“Yes, but his family members wouldn’t have gotten a good look at you yet.”

“So, what, you want me to leave?” Stan asked. Ford nodded. Stan scoffed. “Really. You said you would teleport me back if I tried to leave.”

“That was before I knew you had a one-night-stand with Fiddleford’s younger sister and sired two children. It would be for the best if you went back to our place.”

“Fine. What are you gonna tell his family?”

“I don’t know.” Ford frowned thoughtfully. “You just asked to go to the bathroom…I could say you developed horrible diarrhea and had to go home.”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake!” Stan hissed. “Don’t say that!”

“Why not? It makes sense.”

“No it- I don’t want anyone to know I’ve got the shits.”

“But you don’t,” Ford said slowly.

“I-” Stan shook his head. “I’m not gonna have this argument again. Look, just say that something came up and I had to go home.”

“But what?”

“I don’t know, maybe I had to go into work or run an errand I forgot about. Just say anything that doesn’t have to do with me getting sick, okay?”

“All right, but the lie will fall apart the second someone asks for more information.”

“If Fiddlesticks’ family is anything like him, they won’t question it. Just- go. I’ll see you back home.” Ford nodded and went back to the living room. As quietly as he could, Stan made a break for the front door. His hand was on the knob when he heard a noise. He turned around. It was Lute, holding the hands of Danny and Daisy. Lute looked at him.

“Why the sudden exit?” Lute asked.

“Something- something came up, I gotta go,” Stan fibbed. Lute searched Stan’s face. His eyes widened with realization. “Uh, see ya.” Stan tore the door open and ran out of the house.

“Hey!” Lute shouted after him. At the end of the driveway, Stan burst into flames and took off. As he flew over the house, he could see Lute in the front yard, looking up at him.

The further away he flew, the more his heartrate slowed. The fifteen-minute drive was only about three minutes flying. Stan quickly landed in the backyard of the house he and Ford were renting, then shut off his flames. He collapsed onto the ground, his mind racing.

Well, that wasn’t the worst way I’ve ever exited a party.

-----

Stan looked at the text conversation again, to make sure he was in the right place.

“Stanford gave me your number. This is Fiddleford’s younger sister Angie. From the party yesterday?”

“Yeah. I remember you.”

“Meet me at Café à la Mode at noon.”

“OK. See you then.” Café à la Mode was off the beaten path, so it wasn’t very busy. However, it had the general aesthetic of the trendy cafés Stan hated just walking by.

But when the chick who might be your baby momma asks you to meet her, you meet her. Stan swallowed. Even if you still don’t remember actually having sex with her. In an attempt to avoid as much of the hipster material as he could, Stan had bought a small black coffee and chose a table outside, away from the indie music playing inside.

“Sorry I’m late,” a voice said. Stan looked up from his cellphone. Angie took a seat across from him. “Danny’s goin’ through a clingy phase right now. It was difficult to get away from her.”

“No problem,” Stan mumbled. He cleared his throat. “What- what’s Danny short for?”

“Danica,” Angie replied.

“Good,” Stan said. Angie frowned. “I mean- I thought it was short for Danielle, which I don’t like as much as Danica.”

“Ah. Well. I liked the sound of it.” Angie took a breath. “Speakin’ of the girls…”

“Are they mine?” Stan blurted out. Angie closed her eyes. “I’m not a genius like my brother, but I’m not an idiot, either. They’re mine, right? Daisy’s a pyro. I asked Ford. He said that pyrokinesis doesn’t run in your family. And Danny’s-”

“Stanley.”

“Call me Stan.”

“…Okay. Stan.” Angie opened her eyes. “Yes. They are yours.” Stan’s heart plummeted to his feet.

“I have two kids?” he whispered. Angie nodded. “I-” Stan swallowed. “Good,” he repeated. Angie managed a small smile. “Look. I’m not trying to insult you – it wouldn’t be smart to insult the lady who had my kids. But I told Ford this and he can’t keep a secret, so it’ll come out at some point, so…” Stan took a breath. “I don’t remember sleeping with you.” He winced, ready for the tongue lashing he was about to receive.

“I figured,” Angie said. Stan stared at her.

“Wait, what?”

“I figured you didn’t remember sleepin’ with me…” Angie met Stan’s eyes determinedly. “Flamethrower.” Stan’s heart skyrocketed back to his throat. He took a sip of his coffee to soothe his nerves.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said calmly.

“C’mon, Stan,” Angie said, rolling her eyes. “Don’t you recognize me?” Her southern accent was gone. She twirled one thin, elegant finger. A breeze ruffled Stan’s hair. “I know you saw me put out Daisy yesterday. Don’t you remember all the times I did the same thing to you?” The sip of coffee was threatening to come back up.

“Sirocco,” Stan choked out. Angie nodded.

“You don’t remember knockin’ boots with Angie McGucket, ‘cause ya didn’t.” Her southern accent had returned. “You did it with Sirocco.”

“You’re- you-” Stan stammered. He pinched the bridge of his nose. Angie folded her hands in her lap, waiting patiently. “How’d you figure out I was Flamethrower, though?”

“When I met Stanford, I caught on pretty quickly that somethin’ was fishy. Not only is Daisy a polydactyl like him, but he and Danny look awful similar. Of course, I knew that Stanford wasn’t Flamethrower. He wasn’t a pyro. Not to mention, he’s gay.”

“Yeah. He can’t even pretend to like women. Not well, at least. It always comes out forced.”

“Some people are better actors than others,” Angie said mildly. She tucked a strand of hair behind one ear. “But I asked Fidds ‘bout Stanford’s fam’ly, and he said he had two brothers what didn’t have powers.”

“Why did he think that?” Stan asked. “I don’t show off my powers to every Tom, Dick, and Harry, but I don’t exactly keep it a secret, either.” Angie shrugged.

“Honestly, I wonder if Stanford told him that, to try to keep anyone from realizin’ you were Flamethrower.”

“It clearly didn’t work,” Stan grumbled.

“No, it did. When Fidds told me that, I figured that the similarities between the girls and Stanford were just coincidences. Mighty strange ones, but coincidences nonetheless. Their father was Flamethrower, a pyrokinetic. Not a normie.”

“But you figured it out,” Stan prompted. Angie nodded.

“Yes. Yesterday. Daisy got away from me and I went runnin’ after her, and before I got to the door, I heard someone say they were a pyro, too. Someone whose voice I recognized. Before you even looked up, I knew who you were.”

“Damn, I need to up my secret identity game,” Stan mumbled. “I didn’t realize you were Sirocco until you told me.”

“I had a leg up. Like I said, I’ve been suspicious of Stanford since I met him. I was prepared to recognize his brother, even if I had been told he was powerless.” Angie grinned crookedly at Stan. “You had no reason to suspect yer brother’s boyfriend’s sister would be a supervillain.” Stan leaned forward.

“Now that you’ve brought him up... Does Ford know? About you being Sirocco?”

“No. He’s completely out of the loop as to what my fam’ly does.”

“Your family?” Stan asked, aghast. Angie winced. “You didn’t mean to let that slip.”

“No. No, I didn’t.” Angie swallowed. “But ya might as well know. Yer daughters are McGuckets, and the McGuckets are well-known in the…law-avoidant community.” She frowned at Stan. “Don’t tell Stanford. Fidds will tell him when he thinks he’s ready.”

“No problem. Ford can’t keep a secret, but I’m pretty good at it,” Stan said with a shrug. “I’m not thrilled about the idea of my kids being raised as villains, but I guess that’s something we can work out later.”

“Oh? I would have expected that you would want to take care of that right away.”

“Yeah, but, first…” Stan chewed on the inside of his cheek. He met Angie’s eyes just as she had met his moments ago. “Why now?”

“Pardon?”

“Why are you telling me all this now?” Stan demanded. Angie leaned back slightly, evidently startled by his fervent tone. “How old are Danny and Daisy?”

“Three,” Angie replied quietly.

I missed out on three years of their lives. Stan fought back the tears that were beginning to well up.

“So for basically four years, you knew I was a dad, and you never told me.” Stan took a shuddering breath. “Why are you telling me now? And don’t try to say you didn’t know who I really was before. You coulda told me any of the times we saw each other while we were in masks.”

“Well, Fidds and Lute saw you at the party, figured it out, and won’t stop harassin’ me,” Angie said, attempting a smile. At Stan’s stony expression, however, the weak grin was wiped away. “Okay, no jokes.” Angie looked down at the table and brushed imaginary dust off it. “…You were so sweet with ‘em yesterday,” she said softly. “Daisy especially. She actually cried when you left. At least there’s a cryokinetic in my fam’ly that Danny can spend time with. Daisy’s never met another pyro before.” Stan thought back to Daisy’s rapturous expression when she realized he was pyrokinetic as well. He smiled faintly.

Those big blue eyes, sparkling like I just told her I was Superman.

“You didn’t know they were related to you, you hadn’t even met ‘em before. But right away, you were makin’ ‘em laugh and smile.” Angie leaned back and looked up at the sky. Stan was surprised to see the corners of her eyes glistening. “Even villains can feel guilt. And it’s pretty damn difficult not to feel guilt over all this. For the past four years, I’ve been tellin’ myself all sorts of things. You wouldn’t want kids. You wouldn’t like kids. You act tough and crass and brash because that’s who ya are all the way through. You don’t have a lick of the softness or kindness that would be necessary to raise children.” Angie looked at Stan, her eyes bright with unshed tears. “I knew all of those things were lies. I’ve gotten to know ya pretty well over the years we’ve been fightin’. But I could keep lyin’ to myself and keep that guilt away. Until I saw, firsthand, how monstrously false those lies were.” A single tear broke free and traced its way down Angie’s cheek. “I can’t keep ‘em away from ya no more. It wouldn’t be right.”

“Since when does a villain care about what’s right?” Stan asked. Angie cocked her head and managed a watery smile.

“Always, Stanley. I always care about what’s right. It’s just that what I consider right don’t always line up with what, say, the government considers right.” She quickly rubbed her eyes. “Now, we��ve got some things to figure out, but I reckon if yer able and willin’ to try to co-parent, I can do that with ya.”

“Uh, yeah. Obviously,” Stan scoffed. Angie’s smile widened.

“There’s that bluster I know so well.” She cleared her throat. “Would- would ya like to head to my place? Maybe- maybe have a proper introduction to the girls?” Stan beamed.

“Hell. Yes.”

“Excellent.” Angie got up from her chair. “Oh, but one thing.”

“What?” Stan asked. He downed the rest of his coffee, which had gone cold, and stood.

“I don’t plan on tellin’ my fam’ly that yer a hero. Not yet, at least. You fine with that?”

“As long as you don’t tell my folks that you’re a villain.” Stan held out his hand. “Shake on it?” Angie shook the offered hand.

“But of course.” She turned around. “C’mon. I live nearby.” Stan quickly caught up to her.

“So, uh, your whole family is made of villains?” Stan asked. Angie nodded. “Even Fiddleford?”

“Especially Fiddleford.”

“Really?”

“Oh, yes. Let me tell ya ‘bout all the fancy colleges he got expelled from…”

#I spent a good chunk of yesterday and this morning working on this #I just. I couldn't really. stop writing.#but I think it turned out pretty good. if loooooong #Superhero/villain AU #Stangie #Stanley Pines #Stanford Pines #Fiddleford McGucket #Angie McGucket #Daisy McGucket #Danica Pines #Stangie Family #my writing #ficlet #speecher speaks

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