Goddess with feelings
In the heart of Philadelphia, within the bustling halls of the university, lived Y/N Montgomery, a bright and kind student immersed in the captivating world of history and Greek mythology. Known for her sweetness and adoration of animals, especially dogs, Y/N found solace in the tales of the past.
Meanwhile, Anthea, also a student at the same university, delved into the complexities of bioengineering. Unbeknownst to her peers, she carried a divine secret — she was the daughter of Atlas, capable of manipulating time. Anthea, preferring to blend in as an ordinary student, adopted the name Anne and kept her divine lineage concealed.
Despite her extraordinary abilities, Anne rarely used her powers, fully aware of the potential dangers they posed. Her heart, however, harbored an entirely different secret – an unspoken crush on the sweet and adorable Y/N. The two had never spoken, and Anne, with her limited understanding of human emotions, struggled to decipher the feelings that stirred within her.
One fateful day, as Y/N faced the torment of bullies, Anne witnessed the injustice unfold. Unable to stand idly by, she felt an unfamiliar surge of protectiveness for Y/N, prompting her to consider using her powers to intervene. Yet, fear of revealing her true identity and the consequences that might follow held Anne back.
The university courtyard echoed with the cruel laughter of the bullies as they circled around Y/N, who desperately tried to retrieve her broken glasses. Anne, observing from a distance, felt a surge of anger and determination. She approached the scene with a newfound confidence, her eyes reflecting a glint of power she had never revealed before.
"Hey, back off!" Anne declared, her voice unwavering as she stepped between the bullies and the distressed Y/N. She gently bent down, picking up the broken glasses and handing them back to Y/N, her eyes locked onto the offenders.
One of the bullies, a tall and imposing figure, smirked at Anne. "What are you gonna do, sweetheart? You gonna cry to the professors? Little miss perfect can't handle a little teasing?"
Anne, however, remained composed. "I suggest you leave her alone. You won't like the consequences if you don't," she warned, her tone carrying an unspoken gravity.
The bullies burst into laughter, mocking Anne's threat. "Consequences? What's this nerd gonna do, cast a spell or something?" one of them jeered.
Anne's expression remained stern. "You really don't want to find out," she replied, her eyes glinting with an otherworldly intensity. Unbeknownst to the bullies, time itself seemed to hesitate in the presence of the mysterious Anne.
The atmosphere grew tense as the bullies hesitated, sensing an inexplicable shift in the air. Y/N, grateful yet bewildered by the unexpected intervention, watched with wide eyes as Anne stood her ground. The quiet determination in Anne's eyes hinted at a power beyond the comprehension of mere mortals.
The bullies, however, continued to scoff. "Come on, let's go. This is getting weird," one of them said, dismissing Anne's warning with a nervous chuckle. They dispersed, leaving Y/N and Anne alone in the aftermath of the confrontation.
Anne turned towards Y/N, her expression softening as she offered a reassuring smile. "Are you okay?" she asked, her voice carrying a genuine concern that transcended her lack of understanding of human emotions.
Y/N, still processing the surreal encounter, managed a nod. "Yeah, thanks... Anne, right?"
Anne nodded in confirmation, a subtle warmth blossoming within her as she realized that, for the first time, she had taken a step beyond the boundaries of her divine anonymity to protect someone she cared about.
Y/N gingerly accepted her repaired glasses from Anne, but as their eyes met, she noticed an inexplicable glint of golden light in Anne's eyes. It was a brief, ethereal shimmer that caught Y/N off guard, leaving her momentarily stunned.
"Did... did anyone else see that?" Y/N asked, her curiosity evident in her voice. The golden glow in Anne's eyes had been unmistakable, like a fleeting glimpse into something beyond the ordinary.
Anne, quick to react, feigned a nonchalant smile. "See what? You probably imagined it. Stress can do strange things to your perception," she replied, brushing off the peculiar occurrence with a casual remark. In reality, Anne couldn't reveal the true nature of the glint, a manifestation of her divine anger and power.
Y/N, though perplexed, chose not to press the matter further. "Well, um, thanks for stepping in back there. That was... unexpected," she admitted, a hint of gratitude in her tone.
Anne chuckled softly, still grappling with the unfamiliar territory of human emotions. "Consider it a stroke of luck that I happened to be passing by," she said, her eyes avoiding a direct gaze with Y/N.
Curiosity lingered in Y/N's mind, but she decided to let it go for the moment. "You're not from around here, are you? I mean, I've never seen you before," Y/N inquired, attempting to strike up a conversation.
Anne hesitated for a moment, contemplating how much of her true self she could reveal. "No, I'm relatively new. Transferred in recently," she answered vaguely, keeping her divine identity carefully concealed.
Y/N nodded understandingly. "Well, welcome to the university, then. I'm Y/N, by the way. Y/N Montgomery," she introduced herself with a warm smile.
As Y/N and Anne continued their conversation, Anne, in her guise of the seemingly new and unfamiliar student, remarked, "You know, I'm still trying to navigate my way around here. Would you mind showing me the way to the cafeteria? I'm hopeless with directions."
Y/N hesitated, knowing all too well the pitfalls of the cafeteria and the potential for encounters with the bullies. Nonetheless, she sensed an unusual sincerity in Anne's request. "Sure, I can help you find it," Y/N replied, offering a tentative smile.
As they walked through the university halls, Anne skillfully feigned an air of unfamiliarity, subtly observing the surroundings. Y/N, feeling a mix of nerves and curiosity, guided her towards the bustling cafeteria.
Upon reaching the cafeteria entrance, Y/N hesitated once again, memories of past encounters with bullies flooding her mind. Anne, perceptive to Y/N's unease, sensed the hesitation. "Hey, do you mind if I join you for lunch? I don't really know anyone here, and I could use some company," Anne suggested, her tone genuine.
Y/N, surprised by the unexpected request, felt a warmth in her chest. "Uh, sure. I mean, I usually eat alone, but why not?" she replied, a shy smile playing on her lips.
As they found a table, Anne's eyes subtly scanned the cafeteria, her divine senses alert to any potential threats. The golden glow flickered in her eyes momentarily, a silent promise to herself that she wouldn't let any harm befall Y/N.
Over lunch, the conversation between Y/N and Anne flowed effortlessly. They discussed classes, shared anecdotes, and even delved into their personal interests. Anne, struggling with the nuances of human interaction, found herself surprisingly at ease in Y/N's company.
Y/N, despite her initial nervousness, began to appreciate Anne's presence. There was an unspoken understanding between them, a connection that transcended the ordinary dynamics of friendship.
As Y/N and Anne enjoyed their lunchtime conversation, Anne noticed a subtle shift in Y/N's demeanor. Sensing the unease radiating from her newfound friend, Anne quickly redirected the topic to something she knew would bring joy to Y/N's heart — dogs.
"You know, Y/N, I've always found dogs to be fascinating creatures. Do you have any favorite breeds?" Anne inquired, subtly steering the conversation away from the potential source of discomfort.
A bright spark lit up in Y/N's eyes, and a genuine smile broke across her face. "Oh, absolutely! I adore golden retrievers, they're so loyal and friendly. And don't even get me started on corgis – they're just too adorable!" Y/N exclaimed, her enthusiasm for the topic evident.
Anne couldn't help but be amused by Y/N's animated response. As Y/N continued to gush about her love for dogs, Anne marveled at the transformative power of the conversation. It was as if the mere mention of these furry companions had whisked away the shadows that had briefly clouded Y/N's spirit.
However, Anne's heightened senses soon detected an ominous presence in the room. Her eyes scanned the cafeteria until they fell upon a tall, dark-haired boy sitting at a distant table. His eyes bore an evil smirk, and the malicious intent in his gaze was unmistakable.
Y/N, unaware of Anne's silent vigilance, continued her animated monologue about dogs. "And you know what's the best part? They're so pure and loyal. I've always wanted to have a dog of my own, but with my schedule and all..."
Anne, torn between the pleasant conversation and the potential threat, subtly interrupted, "Hey, Y/N, I just remembered I have to grab something from the library before our next class. Do you mind if we wrap this up?"
Y/N, slightly disappointed but understanding, nodded. "Sure, no problem. We can continue our chat some other time."
As Anne and Y/N gathered their things, Anne kept a watchful eye on the dark-haired boy who seemed to be fixated on Y/N. "We'll talk more about dogs later, okay?" Anne reassured, offering Y/N a comforting smile.
As Anne and Y/N made their way towards the library, the unsettling feeling in the air intensified. The dark-haired boy, his eyes glinting with an eerie blackness, stood up from his place and started moving purposefully towards them. Anne's senses heightened, and the golden glint in her eyes began to flicker as an instinctual response to the impending threat.
The boy, a malicious grin etched across his face, approached Anne. "Well, well, if it isn't Anthea. Fancy seeing you here," he sneered, his tone dripping with mockery.
Anne, momentarily taken aback by the use of her true name, struggled to maintain composure. "I'm sorry, do I know you?" she asked, her voice steady despite the rising tension.
The boy laughed, the sound sending shivers down Y/N's spine. "Oh, you know me, Anthea. You've always known me," he replied cryptically, his gaze locked onto Anne's.
Y/N, unaware of the underlying tension, jokingly chimed in, "Anthea, huh? Sounds like a character from one of those old mythology books I read. You know, the daughter of Atlas or something."
The boy's malicious grin widened, the glint in his eyes growing more sinister. "Oh, she's much more than just a character, sweetheart. Anthea here has a lot to answer for," he said, his focus shifting to Y/N.
Anne, now realizing that the boy knew her true identity, felt a surge of protective energy coursing through her. The golden glow in her eyes intensified, and an otherworldly aura surrounded her.
Y/N, oblivious to the tension, playfully nudged Anne. "Hey, you're not secretly one of those daughters of Atlas, right?" she teased, unaware of the reality that lay beneath the surface.
The boy's evil smile deepened. "Oh, she's more than just a daughter. Anthea, daughter of Atlas, bearer of burdens. Let's see if you can handle the burden of your past," he taunted, his words carrying an ominous weight.
As the confrontation unfolded, Y/N sensed the tension in the air but remained blissfully ignorant of the divine complexities at play.
Y/N, still under the impression that the unfolding scene was nothing more than a joke, laughed along with the supposed banter. "Wow, Anthea, daughter of Atlas! That's quite the title. Do you have to carry the weight of the world on your shoulders or something?" she quipped, nudging Anne with a playful grin.
Anne, caught between the weight of her divine heritage and the desire to protect Y/N, managed a forced smile. "Something like that," she replied vaguely, her eyes never leaving the dark-haired boy who seemed to revel in the unfolding drama.
The boy, enjoying the confusion he had sown, decided to play along with the charade. "Oh, it's much more than just a burden. Anthea here has a destiny to fulfill, and it involves more than just attending classes and chatting about dogs," he added cryptically.
Y/N, now intrigued by the theatrics, leaned in with a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Come on, spill the beans, Anthea. What's the divine scoop?" she teased.
Anne, internally grappling with the delicate balance between revealing her true nature and protecting Y/N, chose her words carefully. "It's... complicated. Let's just say I have a unique family background," she replied, her voice tinged with a hint of mystery.
The dark-haired boy, reveling in the unfolding drama, continued his act. "Unique indeed. Anthea here is part of a grand cosmic design, and her choices have consequences far beyond the mortal realm," he declared with a theatrical flourish.
Y/N, still taking it all in jest, nudged Anne again. "Who knew our quiet university had such hidden gems? Daughter of Atlas, cosmic destinies – this is better than any mythology class!"
Anne, her divine senses on high alert, couldn't shake the feeling that the boy's words carried a deeper, more ominous meaning. Yet, she continued to play along, protecting Y/N from the truth that lurked beneath the surface.
As the trio continued their banter, little did they know that the lines between myth and reality were blurring, setting the stage for a tale that transcended the boundaries of ordinary existence. The ancient forces that had long remained dormant were awakening, and the destinies of Y/N and Anne were becoming intricately entwined in a web of divine intricacies.
Anne, growing weary of the cryptic exchange and increasingly concerned about Y/N's unwitting involvement, decided to cut to the chase. "Alright, enough with the theatrics. Who are you, and what do you want?" she demanded, her golden-glazed eyes narrowing at the boy named Miguel de Angelo.
Miguel de Angelo, his dark eyes glinting with a malevolent satisfaction, finally dropped the façade. "Well, well, Anthea, you always did have a knack for cutting through the nonsense," he remarked with a smirk. "The name's Miguel de Angelo, son of Hades. I'm here for a little family reunion," he added, his tone dripping with a sinister edge.
Anne's expression darkened as she processed the revelation. Y/N, still under the impression that this was an elaborate prank, looked between the two with a bemused expression. "Son of Hades? Seriously, is this some kind of role-playing thing? Because it's getting a bit intense," she commented, her playful tone masking the uncertainty beneath.
Miguel chuckled, relishing in the confusion he had sown. "Oh, it's very real, sweetheart. Anthea here and I go way back – ancient prophecies, divine bloodlines, the whole shebang. I'm just here to make sure she doesn't forget her roots," he explained, his gaze locked onto Anne.
Anne, now fully aware of the potential danger Miguel represented, spoke with a firm resolve. "I left that life behind. I won't be a pawn in whatever game you're playing, Miguel," she declared, her voice carrying a subtle echo of divine power.
Miguel leaned in, his tone a menacing whisper. "You can't escape your destiny, Anthea. And dear Y/N here is more connected to it than you might think."
Y/N, growing increasingly uneasy with the intensity of the conversation, interjected. "Okay, seriously, this has gone on long enough. If it's a prank, it's not funny anymore. If it's some weird cult initiation thing, I'm out."
Anne, realizing that the situation had escalated beyond mere theatrics, gently urged Y/N to step back. "Y/N, I think it's best if you go. This is something I need to handle," she said, her eyes conveying a mix of determination and concern.
As Y/N reluctantly stepped away, Miguel de Angelo's sinister grin widened. "Oh, we'll be seeing each other again, Anthea. This is just the beginning," he declared cryptically, fading into the shadows of the university corridor.
Anne, her divine senses on high alert, watched Miguel disappear with a heavy heart.
Y/N watched in bewilderment as Miguel de Angelo vanished into thin air, the shadows swallowing him whole. The air of tension dissipated, leaving behind a baffled Y/N, who couldn't decide whether to be amused or terrified.
"Okay, seriously, someone tell me this is a prank, a magic trick, or maybe an advanced hologram project for some class," Y/N exclaimed, looking around as if expecting the mysterious illusion to be unveiled.
Anne, her expression a mix of concern and determination, approached Y/N. "I wish it were that simple, Y/N. But there are things you don't know about me, about my past," she admitted, her voice carrying a weight of solemnity.
Y/N, still trying to process the surreal encounter, attempted to diffuse the tension with humor. "Past? What past? Are you secretly a superhero or an alien or something? Because, honestly, that would be way cooler than Greek mythology," she joked, though her eyes betrayed a trace of genuine unease.
Anne managed a weak smile, appreciating Y/N's attempt to lighten the mood. "Not exactly a superhero, but close enough," she replied cryptically, realizing the challenge of explaining her divine heritage to someone deeply rooted in the mundane.
Y/N, taking a deep breath, continued her comedic relief. "So, what's the plan, Anne? Are we going to team up with some demigods, fight monsters, and save the world? Because I've always wanted to be part of an epic quest."
Anne chuckled, realizing the absurdity of the situation. "Well, it's not quite like the movies, but we might be in for a bit of an adventure," she admitted, her eyes scanning the corridor for any lingering traces of Miguel's malevolence.
Y/N, picking up on the seriousness in Anne's tone, shifted from humor to genuine concern. "Wait, are you serious? What was that guy talking about, prophecies and destinies? Is this some secret society initiation gone wrong?"
Anne hesitated, choosing her words carefully. "It's complicated, Y/N. There are aspects of my life that I've kept hidden. But I promise, I'll do everything I can to keep you safe," she reassured, her gaze unwavering.
Y/N, still grappling with the surreal turn of events, sighed with a mix of exasperation and curiosity. "Well, this is officially the weirdest day of my life. Demigods, prophecies, and an impending adventure – who would've thought my quiet university life would take such a turn?"
Anne took a deep breath, steeling herself to reveal the truth to Y/N. "Y/N, what I'm about to tell you might sound unbelievable, but I need you to keep it to yourself. It's not something that everyone can or should know," she began, her eyes holding a mix of sincerity and a tinge of ancient wisdom.
Y/N, still processing the bizarre encounter with Miguel, nodded hesitantly. "Okay, hit me with it. I've got my superhero cape ready," she joked, trying to lighten the mood.
Anne managed a small smile before delving into the extraordinary revelation. "I'm not just a student, Y/N. I'm Anthea, daughter of Atlas, and I'm much older than I appear. In fact, I'm about 6000 years old," she confessed, watching for Y/N's reaction.
Y/N's eyes widened, her playful demeanor momentarily replaced by genuine shock. "Wait, what? 6000 years old? Are you like a vampire or something?" she teased, struggling to comprehend the magnitude of Anne's revelation.
Anne chuckled, appreciating Y/N's attempt to cope with the surreal information. "Not a vampire, but a goddess. I am the goddess of the manipulation of time, the youngest of three sisters," Anne explained, her words carrying an air of both solemnity and ancient power.
Y/N, still grappling with the enormity of the revelation, attempted to make sense of it through humor. "Goddess of time? Does that mean you never have an excuse for being late to class? You can just... rewind time or something?" she quipped, a nervous laugh escaping her lips.
Anne, amused by Y/N's coping mechanism, nodded. "Technically, yes, but I try to keep it low-key. Time manipulation can have... consequences," she admitted, her gaze briefly reflecting the weight of the responsibility she carried.
Y/N, now fully embracing humor as a defense mechanism, continued with her jests. "So, the 12 Greek gods are real, half-bloods exist, and all those tales about Zeus throwing thunderbolts and Hera being mad at him are true? Is Percy Jackson a distant cousin of yours?" she joked, a playful glint in her eyes.
Anne chuckled at Y/N's attempts to make light of the situation. "Something like that. The stories you've read about Greek mythology are more than just tales. The gods are real, half-bloods walk among mortals, and, well, you just witnessed a glimpse of it," Anne explained, her tone carrying a blend of sincerity and nostalgia.
Y/N, though still uncertain about the gravity of Anne's revelation, chose to ride the wave of humor. "Okay, so, does that mean I should start believing in minotaurs and pack some celestial bronze in case I run into a cyclops on campus?" she joked, her eyes glinting with a mixture of disbelief and amusement.
As Anne and Y/N navigated the uncharted waters of divine revelations, the threads of their destinies became increasingly entangled with the ancient forces that lurked beneath the surface of their seemingly ordinary lives.
Anne, her gaze carrying the weight of centuries, continued her revelation, recounting a tale that transcended the boundaries of time and mythology. "About a thousand years ago, my sisters and I faced a great threat. Kalypso, my once-beloved sister, turned against humanity. She sought to wipe them out by planting the seed of the Tree of Life on Earth," Anne began, her voice tinged with a mix of sorrow and determination.
Y/N, who had been using humor as a coping mechanism, now listened in stunned silence. The gravity of Anne's story began to settle, eclipsing the initial shock with a sense of awe and disbelief.
"Kalypso's betrayal forced Hespera and me to stand against her," Anne continued, her eyes reflecting the pain of ancient battles. "We fought to prevent the catastrophe she intended, and in the end, we succeeded. But the blast from destroying the Tree of Life took the lives of both my sisters."
Y/N, her playful spirit dampened by the weight of Anne's revelations, could only manage a whispered, "I'm so sorry."
Anne nodded, appreciating Y/N's genuine empathy. "But the aftermath awakened something beneath the Earth. Something dark and powerful. I've kept the seed of the Tree of Life safe all these years to prevent it from falling into the wrong hands," she explained, her words carrying the burden of a millennia-old responsibility.
Y/N, her mind reeling from the fantastical story, stammered, "Wait, so, you're telling me there's some ancient evil under the Earth, and it's after you because of this... what, cosmic explosion thing?"
Anne nodded solemnly. "Yes, Y/N. That ancient evil is Kronos, a force that predates even the gods. It has awakened, and it's hunting me down," she revealed, her voice steady despite the turmoil within.
Y/N, who had been teetering between disbelief and acceptance, fully lost her composure. "Kronos? Seriously? The Titan from Percy Jackson? Are you telling me we're about to get attacked by a villain from a YA novel?" she exclaimed, her tone a mix of disbelief and hysteria.
Anne, understanding the overwhelming nature of her revelations, placed a comforting hand on Y/N's shoulder. "I know it sounds absurd, but the danger is real. I've kept this truth hidden for a reason, to protect those around me. And now, with Kronos awakened, the stakes are higher than ever," she explained, her gaze urging Y/N to grasp the severity of the situation.
Y/N, still struggling to reconcile the fantastical tale with her reality, took a deep breath. "So, what's the plan, Anne? How do we deal with this... Titan situation?"
Anne's expression turned resolute. "We need to find a way to stop Kronos. And I need your help, Y/N. Your involvement in all of this is more significant than you can imagine," she declared, her eyes conveying a blend of urgency and trust.
Y/N's mind raced, trying to process the unbelievable revelation that Anne had just shared. The weight of the ancient tale, the existence of gods, and the impending threat of Kronos overwhelmed her. Panic seized her, and her eyes widened with terror.
"K-Kronos? Like, the big bad Titan? This can't be real. This has to be some kind of elaborate prank or a fever dream. Titans and goddesses aren't real!" Y/N stammered, her voice betraying the sheer panic that had taken hold of her.
Anne, empathizing with Y/N's shock, spoke calmly, "I understand how overwhelming this must be. I wish it were a prank, but the danger is very real. We need to figure out a plan to stop Kronos before it's too late."
Y/N, pacing nervously, ran her hands through her hair. "Stop Kronos? I can't even wrap my head around the fact that Kronos is a thing! What do we do? Do we call the police, the Avengers, or maybe some divine pest control?"
Anne sighed, realizing the difficulty of convincing someone accustomed to the ordinary of the extraordinary. "Y/N, this is beyond mortal authorities. We need to rely on the knowledge and abilities tied to the ancient gods. And as absurd as it sounds, we have to face this together," she explained, her eyes urging Y/N to find courage amidst the chaos.
Y/N's panic shifted to a mix of frustration and disbelief. "Okay, so what? We just go on some quest, find magical weapons, and hope for the best? This isn't some fantasy novel. I can't deal with gods and Titans. I have exams, student loans, and a part-time job at a coffee shop!"
Anne, with a reassuring touch, said, "I know this is a lot to take in, Y/N. But we can't ignore the reality of what's happening. We'll navigate this together, and I'll do my best to keep you safe."
Y/N, still caught in the whirlwind of emotions, muttered, "Safe? Safe from what? Divine beings and ancient evils? This is like saying I need protection from Bigfoot and the Loch Ness Monster!"
Anne smiled gently, attempting to alleviate Y/N's distress. "I promise I'll explain everything as we go along. Right now, we need to focus on finding a way to stop Kronos. And, well, perhaps we'll have our own version of magical weapons."
Y/N, overwhelmed and uncertain, collapsed onto a nearby chair. "I need a moment. This is too much. Gods, Titans, quests... I just wanted to finish my degree without becoming the protagonist of a supernatural drama," she mumbled, the weight of the revelation settling into the core of her being.
As Anne and Y/N grappled with the enormity of the situation, they stood at the precipice of an adventure that would force them to confront the extraordinary and challenge the boundaries of what they thought possible.
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My Hero Superman AU; Adventures of Eri Midoriya, The Supergirl
Eri(nervously): Hey Papa.
Izuku(turns to her): Yes sweetie?
Eri: Since you don’t really need One for All, can I have it?
Izuku(double take): Why?! You could end up breaking your bones!
Eri(explaining): So? I can use my quirk to heal myself.
Izuku(making the same realization): Oh my god, your right!
Eri(hopeful): So can I have it?
Izuku(relenting): Fine, but we’ll be training to help you control it young lady.
Eri(hugs him): Thank you!
Izuku(muttering to himself): What’s the worst that can happen?
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An Hour After the Transfer;
Eri(floating with her Great Grandma Nana’s quirk in her room): …
Eri(realization): Wait a minute…
Eri(then uses her father’s telekinesis to push herself forward): …
Eri: *Eyes light up with amazement*
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An Hour After That;
Eri(at the training grounds): *Lifts up a building with ease thanks to use of telekinesis while touching it*…
Eri(smiling): So cool!🤩
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Two Hours After That;
Eri: Hey Auntie Momo?
Momo(turns around from pulling Shouto away from his conspiracy board): Yes Sweetie?
Eri(acting shy): Can make me a copy of Mama’s costume? With Papa’s symbol on it?
Momo(cooing at her before making the costume): Of course dear! My pleasure.
Eri(thinking to herself): Sucker!
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Literally 20 Hours after that;
Ochaco(looking around in worry): Has anyone seen Eri?
Jirou(turning to her): Not recently.
Mina(reassuring her): I’m sure she’s fine.
TV Reporter: We interrupt this broadcast to bring you live coverage of a Villain attack in downtown Musutafu.*Helicopter gets hit* We’re going down!
Momo(worried): Oh no!
Helicopter is caught by a white and pink blur.
Helicopter Pilot(thankful): Thanks Super-
Helicopter Pilot(confused): Who the heck are you?
Eri(putting helicopter down): Isn’t it obvious?
Eri(shows off her costume with a red cape): I’m Supergirl, daughter of Superboy and Uravity!
Ochaco(starts panicking): MY BABY!!!
Momo(concerned); Oh boy.
Eri: *Proceeds to defeat the villain and flies off when her father shows up to scold her*
Ochaco: *hyperventilating into paper bag while everyone tries to comfort her*
Inko(rubbing her back): Don’t worry dear, it’ll get easier.
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After visiting Her grandma’s Amazonian Tribe;
Eri(hovering over her Aunt Mina’s shoulders): ALL HAIL PRINCESSES MIN-EL AND ERI-EL!!!
Mina(facepalming not wanting to be reminded of the praise): Please stop!
Inko(comforting her): Don’t worry, she’s just excited about being declared an actual princess.
Mina(turning to her): But I’m not! I didn’t think that I was secretly a clone child of the two strongest people on the planet, much less that I would end up an Amazonian Princess!
Inko(hugging her): Then don’t be a princess, and don’t try to be me either. Just be yourself and know that we’re here to support you now.
Mina(accepts hug): Thanks.
Eri(accepting baked goods from Sato): Princess Eri accepts your offerings loyal subject!
Sato(bowing head): Thank you, your majesty.
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Eri(flying around on with a jar full of cookies on a sugar high): HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!
Izuku+Denki+Tenya(chasing after her): GET BACK HER YOUNG LADY!!!
Tenya(goes crashing after trying to turn to chase her around a corner): Argh!
Izuku+Denki(chase her around a corner only for her to disappear): !!!
Denki(as Shazam looking around): WHERE THE HECK DID SHE GO?!?!
Izuku(listening around): I can still hear her.
Izuku(realizing where she is): …
Izuku(looks up and uses his super vision): !!!
Izuku(still looking up): You’ve got to be kidding me…
Denki(turns to him): What? Where is she?
Izuku(turns to him with a deadpan look on his face): She’s on the moon…
Denki: …
Eri(eating cookies on the moon): HAHAHAHAHA!!!
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Eri(grumbling to herself): This isn’t fair…
Ochaco(scolding her): I’ll tell you what isn’t fair,
Ochaco: Nearly giving me a heart attack from worry young lady!
Izuku: What makes you think you can do all of this?
Eri(looks at them): I’m the strongest 7 year old on the planet, nothing can hurt me!
Izuku(worried): But you don’t have my invulnerability!
Eri(nonchalant): But I can mimic it.
Izuku+Ochaco(confused): How?
Eri: I just make a force field around me with Papa’s powers.
Izuku+Ochaco: …
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Hisashi+Inko(dumbfounded): SHE DOES WHAT?!?!
Izuku(explaining): Apparently she uses her copy of my telekinesis to mimic most of our powers.
Izuku: She hovers with Float and pushes herself telekinetically, she makes a telekinetic field around her body for invulnerability that is strong enough to survive in space, and she inherited a copy of our ability to survive and absorb sunlight.
Hisashi(in disbelief): Oh my Rao…
Inko(reassuring): At least it can’t get worse.
Ochaco(walking in with Eri in her arms, still wearing her costume): It just got worse.
Hisashi+Izuku(shocked): HOW?!
Ochaco: She just figured out heat vision.
Ochaco: She nearly set Monoma on fire.
Eri: I just looked at him really hard and thought of him catching fire.
Izuku(worried): Oh no, she figured out how to vibrate molecules to the point they catch fire.
Inko(also worried): What does THAT mean?
Ochaco(sighing): It means she was right.
Izuku: She really is the strongest 7 year old on the planet. NOTHING can hurt her!
Eri(eyes glowing with telekinetic power): HahahahahaHAHAHAHA!
Hisashi+Inko: …
Hisashi+Inko(facepalm): GODDAMNIT!!!
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