#then him imprinting on his rescuer instantly

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Irondad fic ideas #154

CW: this one's pretty gruesome. read at your own risk 

Peter is a young child who's been kidnapped. His parents and/or his aunt and uncle were killed and he was taken. Along with a bunch of other little kids, he's been held captive and experimented on.

When the Avengers suddenly bust the kidnapping operation, the kidnappers try at the last second to destroy their research. They gas the small room where the kids are being held.

It's Iron Man who ends up blasting through. What he finds is horrifying. All but one of the children are dead.

The one who's left is just sitting among the bodies, crying, shocked, terrified. Iron Man carries him out of there, then once they're safe from the gas Tony steps out of the suit to comfort the kid while he's given oxygen.

Little 5-year-old Peter Parker imprints on his savior hard.

He just went through an unimaginable amount of trauma, then Iron Man burst through like an avenging angel. This is the first time he's ever felt protected in his memory. Tony holds the crying kid, and the kid can tolerate no one else near him.

This becomes a slight problem when they get back to base. But Tony can't find it in him to let SHIELD take the kid away, let them strip him of this one tiny bit of comfort. He keeps seeing all those other kids when he closes his eyes.

This one needs him right now. And if "right now" eventually becomes "this is my son," well. Who could've predicted that.

[mike-will-protect-you]

👑 All Might from My Hero Academia.

Ugh, All Might’s voice actor sounds like a total idiot! I would never watch a show that has him in it!

WOULD I: YES / MAYBE / NO (But so far I think I actually like Toshinori better than All-Might...I am a total sucker for lanky, cranky guys. XD)

HAVE I EVER BEFORE: YES / NO

ICON & WRITING SAMPLE (IF YES TO EITHER PREV. QUESTION): Fuck it, I’m going to do it anyway.

“You can move now.” The Beast Titan smirked, looking over his shoulder as he held the stranger’s gear. The Titans’ eyes widened with delight, drool spilling out from their mouths as they took tentative steps closer to the helpless, defenseless human who lay at their feet.

Mike Zacharias’ clutched onto his sword as one last act of defiance, but once he saw the Titan move again, he turned pale. His eyes widened, and though every last bit of his body told him to run, he could still make it, he knew in his heart he was done for. He has less than a minute to live, and he would have to spend every last second with his bones being smashed, his body ripped in half, and his organs being carelessly thrown here and there. All while no one could see him or hear him, and nobody was coming for his aid...

“NO!” His voice cracked and tears started to fall. He tried to run off on his shattered leg, but he was jerked back by a gigantic hand clutching onto his entire forearm. He sobbed, his body preparing for the worst death imaginable, all while his mind was still fighting its damnedest. “STOP! PLEASE!”

He was going to die. Humanity was now being threatened with a giant, sentient, talking ape, and he could do nothing to warn his comrades. He was going to die, and humanity was surely going to follow him, soon enough. He knew the chances of getting devoured by a Titan were high, but dammit, at least it was just one, most of the time decapitating their food in half a second. Not four! Not four taking a bite out of every limb!

Mike Zacharias was going to die. Humanity would follow. Everything he worked for was null.

The Beast Titan turned so that he could fully view the scene. He felt an immense satisfaction at his goons, for even they, as mindless and as stupid, and as self-serving as they were, even they would bow to his every whim. Not just anybody’s will, but his.

He smirked. Funny how quickly he could make the smaller man change his tune. He almost thought to let him live, because he figured by now the trembling man had learned his lesson. Then again, the Titans would probably eat him anyway the second he was far away enough. Might as well get it over with.

“So you can-”

A flash of light beamed in the distance, and before anyone could react, the Earth shook. Dirt flew in every direction, as though a small meteor had come crashing from space. The Beast Titan gasped in surprise, instinctively covering his eyes from the surprise attack. The Titans jumped from the explosion, with some making annoyed grunts as rocks flung into their flesh and eyes. They stood still as they waited to heal, steam pouring out as they turned to the source of the commotion.

Mike fell to the ground again once he was freed from the Titans’ grips. He trembled and shook once he felt the cold, hard ground once again, but tears still fell, and his heart didn’t stop pounding out of his chest. He feebly took the sword to defend himself, and he quietly wept into his hands.

The Beast Titan grit his teeth. Damn Survey Corps must have a cannon from somewhere! Yet as he quickly looked beyond the horizon, he saw nothing but more forests and more abandoned houses of the villagers...no way they could have a secret cannon without him noticing! He looked back to the collision sight, and as the dust settled, he could see...another person? One who was over two meters tall, with his hands at his hips in defiance and confidence, and...a huge smile?!

“AH HA HA HA HA! AH HA HA HA HA!” The figure grinned, looking right at the Beast with an arrogant smirk. He was massive in both size and shape, and he wore a brightly colored costume that clung onto his body like a second skin. His hair was sharp enough to jab out an eye, and his chin alone was large enough to shatter diamonds. The man gave the Beast Titan an All American salute with one hand, the other hand jabbing a finger straight at him.

“Ha ha ha! You’re quite a ways away from the jungle, aren’t you?!” He said in a booming voice, a glint in his eye.

“What the-?!” The Beast snarled in response, his face contorting into rage and confusion. These damn Paradisians just didn’t know when to quit, did they?!

Mike lifted up his head, no longer crying. Had he died, and now an angel was taking him to Heaven? The pastor didn’t mention that Jesus wore red, white, blue and yellow...

“GET HIM!” The Beast screamed, taking a small step back. It was definitely to make room for the Titans...

Before the mysterious hero could react, he was jumped by all four of the Titans, who chomped into his skin as though he was the most delicious piece of candy in the world. Mike immediately let out a blood-curdling scream, just like how he did before a Titan tried to bite into his arm. He held up his sword yet again and was about to charge in the man’s defense, but blinked in confusion once he saw that his rescuer was still laughing.

The two watched as the Titans tried to bite into his skin, but they quickly found that their teeth just clanged against his muscles, and he didn’t even get a scratch. They started to growl and grunt in frustration, biting harder with determination.

The hero winked at Mike. “Y’know, I don’t mind love bites, but this is ridiculous!”

Once he could feel all the Titans biting into his flesh at once, he sprung into action. He spun several times, quickly spinning as fast as a tornado. With a wide grin, he cried out, “OKLAHOMA SMASH!��

Soon all four of them flew into the air, hurling straight at the Beast Titan and hitting him as though they formed into one giant cannonball. The force was enough to make the Beast drop Mike’s ODM gear, and he screamed out in shock as he was thrown to the ground.

The hero leapt into the air as though he could fly, caught the gear midair, then fell back into the exact same spot he jumped from. He made it look like he was just giving the sky a high-five. The hero turned to face Mike, and he reached from behind his ear to pull out a pen.

“I take it that this belongs to you?” All-Might signed his name into the right side of the gear, winking at the still terrified man. “What’s your name, buddy?”

Mike, still clutching onto the sword as though he were still offering to help, gulped. His throat was dry and it felt like he wouldn’t ever be able to speak again, but he licked his lips tentatively and whispered, “M-Mike, sir...”

“Mike, huh? How do you spell that?”

Before Mike could answer, the Beast Titan snarled again. He was trying to push himself off the ground. Damn it all to hell, he would just smash the two with his fist, if he had to!

All-Might just tutted. Not once did his smile fade from his handsome chin. “And as for you, buck-a-roo, why don’t you pick on someone your own size?!”

He tossed Mike his gear without actually considering whether or not Mike would just get hit in the face with it. Instead, All-Might jumped onto the Beast Titan’s stomach, the jumped a second time, his fist in the air. The Beast Titan cried out in anger at the pain, glaring up at the attacker with a face that would make any other man piss themselves in fear.

All-Might smiled, spreading out as though he were simply enjoying a day at the beach. He looked down at his foe, and shook his head, yet again. This guy may be more mouthy than the monsters from back home, but if a guy that size still needed goons to do his dirty work, than this would be an easy villain to defeat, indeed.

All-Might rolled into a ball and started to somersault towards the Beast Titan. The Beast roared, and he once again tried to push himself off the ground to make his escape.

“California...”

All-Might then headed downward, his fist clenched and hurling straight at the monkey’s face. “SMASH!”

The result was a strong blow to his lower throat, instantly hurling the Beast into the ground with enough force to leave a monkey-sized imprint. Once again, the earth jumped at the impact, and for a split second it looked like even the trees had burst out from their roots.

All-Might just laughed in satisfaction, doing back flips off his foe’s body until he reached Mike. He dusted off his hands as he watched the Beast push himself out of the dirt, groaning in pain as steam came out from his wound. The two made eye contact.

“What? You want some more?” All-Might took a step back, his fist in the air again, and he looked as though he were ready to hurl himself straight at him, yet again.The Beast huffed, but once he managed to get to his feet, he immediately started to run in the other direction. The Titans were quick to follow him, their large bodies flopping away as they followed their coward of a master.

Mike’s mouth hung open in complete shock, panting heavily as he watched the scene. He hesitantly looked up at his rescuer, but before he could get a good look, he found himself being scooped up and carried like an infant. He cried out again, but clutched onto All-Might with a whimper.

“Hey, now! No need to thank me, Mike!” All-Might grinned, giving Mike a pat on the back. “We better get you to a hospital! Your leg looks rough!”

All-Might turned around at the Beast Titan, who at this point had ran so quickly that he was almost far into the horizon. “But not as rough-looking at that guy!”

All-Might once again let out a belly laugh, but this time, his voice started to falter. He started to cough lightly, and before either of them knew it, he was coughing up blood. There was another spark.

Mike shrieked again, because he quickly realized that he was now being held by an extremely skinny, lanky man whose blond hair was almost taller than he was. His chin was now pointy, and his eyes were almost pitch black, save for his very white pupils. His skin suit was gone, and now he was wearing an oversized white t-shirt and equally oversized green cargo pants.

The two met each other’s eyes. This new man pressed his lips, and his eyes looked permanently lowered into a scowl.

“Uhhh...”

This new guy clearly wasn’t as strong as his counterpart. Once Mike could feel himself sliding out of his arms, he quickly jumped over to the ground. He tried to scoot away, still taking in deep breaths, and his entire body was now coated in sweat. He was trembling harder than ever, to the point where he didn’t even bother to pick up his sword.

The new guy rubbed his wrist, as though Mike had managed to strain it. He said nothing, but just stared down at the guy he just rescued a moment ago. It almost looked like the roles had been reversed.

He picked up Mike’s gear, examined it for a few seconds, then looked back up at Mike.

“Yeah...you’re gonna have to tell me how to use this thing.” The man said. Though it wasn’t quite as boisterous and triumphant, the man still had the exact same voice as All-Might...it really was him...

This proved to be too much for the Squad Leader. With one last confused cry, he fell to the ground, laying perfectly still with his eyes closed.

All-Might watched him faint, blinked, and then looked out to the horizon. His eyes somehow managed to lower even further in irritation.

“Great.”

[meginoi]

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I really got into this prompt! I’m still worried it sucks but i did really enjoy writing it. I also wrote it at one in the morning and now i’m really tired to so sorry for any spelling mistakes! 

Prompt: “You have… Superpowers?”

Pairing: Royality ( can be read as platonic or romantic)

Words: 892

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The sun had rose to it’s highest point by the time theyreached their destination. It had been dark when they had set out, the sun justbeginning to peak over the horizon and cast an orange glow over the stillsleeping land.

The news of the latest dragon attack was the reason for theiradventure, Roman needing to immediately visit the village in his kingdom in themindscape and do some damage control, bringing him a step closer to slaying thefoul beast. Patton had found out about the escapade, insisting that he wantedto come along and see Roman do what he did best.

And so, early the next morning they had met at the door toRoman’s kingdom, bags packed with needed supplies, and made their way towardsthe village, chatting happily about both everything and nothing as they walked.

Which led them to where they were now, standing on the crestof a hill where they could see the first plumes of smoke from the stillsmouldering town.

Roman cast Patton a questioning look, “Are you sure you’ll beable to handle it, Patton? Seeing a destroyed village for the first time is ahard sight to stomach.” Roman would never forget the first one he saw, theimage still imprinted on his eyelids when he closed his eyes.

Patton give him a confident nod, “I’ll be fine, Roman. It’sthe people down there you need to worry about. Now, go be a prince and savethem!”  

At that, they started to make their way down the hill andtowards the smoke.

Roman was right, the village wasn’t anything like what Pattonexpected. The carefree smile that he’d been wearing was wiped off his face,replaced by a look of shock at the devastation.

Roman remainedimpassive, hardened against it by the years of seeing exactly the same thing inso many villages he’d lost count. Yet, his compassion for the people neverfaded, valiantly helping to rebuild each and every one of their lives.

Some of the houses were still smouldering, the embers thatstill burned slowly dying out. A rescue search for survivors in the buildings thatcollapsed was well underway.

All heads turned to Roman and Patton as they strode into thetown, instantly being surrounded by the townspeople. Patton followed Roman’sinstructions to assist the healers as the prince jumped into leading the rescuesearch as if it was second nature, directing people and easily keeping chaosfrom breaking out.

As the sun edged closer and closer to sunset, a bone-chillingscream stunned them all into silence. It echoed through the town, bouncing andreverberating off the wood and stone structures that still stood. Everyone thatheard it stopped in their tracks, turning in horror to the wreckage it camefrom.

Roman surged forward, adrenaline flooding his veins as thescream came again, this time forming into a cry for help. The wreckage that wasonce a house luckily hadn’t been burned, only collapsed in the chaos. Romandidn’t feel the weight of the wooden pillars as he frantically moved them,despite the fact that they were twice the weight he could usually carry. Theadrenaline didn’t let him notice, only pushing him to go, go, go.

A cry escaped the building again, this time sounding a lotcloser. Roman zeroed in on the sound, blocking out the sounds of the franticonlookers behind him. He surged forward, easily throwing the heavy pieces ofwood aside.

He almost cried with relief when the young woman came intoview. She was bruised and badly shaken up but very much alive. He was met withcries of joy when he reappeared with the young woman in his arms, looking everyinch the rescuer he’d been trying to be all day.

As Roman handed the girl to the healers, he carried onhelping, not willing to lose one moment where he could assist someone.

As they started to lose daylight, they left the town,confident they had done all they could. “So…” Patton turned to him as theyreached the top of the hill, eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. “You have…superpowers?” He asked. That was the last thing Roman expectedhim to say.

“Why would you think that, Patton?”

“The way you saved that girl was heroic! And don’tall heroes have superpowers?” Patton asked.

“I’m afraid I don’t have superhuman strength, Pat,”Roman chuckled lightly, “that was just pure adrenaline.”

“I don’t mean moving the wood.”

There was a beat of confused silence as Romanwaited for the explanation he was sure would come.

“I mean the way you rescued her. The way you makethese people feel safe. It’s more important than any physical power you couldever have, Roman. You’re a superhero! Just not in the stereotypical sense.”

Roman looked down, completely shocked by thesincerity of Patton’s statement. Sure, people had always called him a hero buthad he really ever thought of himself as one? The answer was a resounding no. “Thankyou, Patton. I never thought of it like that.”

“You’re welcome, kiddo!”

And just with that one statement Patton had bought anew version of him into his sight. He’d made him see what everyone else saw.

And it meant more to Roman than he would ever beable to explain.