superhero life

princess-kidatheart17  asked:

What if in the series Aunt Cass gets overprotective of Hiro because he's the only family she has left? Not to the point to make Hiro feel like running away, but the poor woman wouldn't want anything else to happen to her nephew and she'd sometime be a little invasive into his life, especially if she's not aware about his superhero life and FREAKS OUT when she learns.

She would be though! She wouldn’t realize how overprotective she’s being at first; she just wants to keep tabs on Hiro and make sure he’s safe and cared for. I think if Hiro still hasn’t told her about his superhero identity in the series, she would feel a little hurt that he’s keeping things from her. Lying about where he’s going at night (yeah, “studying with friends”) or keeping secrets about the villains he faces. If she had to find out on her own, she wouldn’t know whether or not to feel proud that he’s helping the city or disappointed/furious/scared that he didn’t tell her and that his safety is at risk. At the end of the day, she just doesn’t want to lose another nephew. 

The Portrait

Based on the prompt: “we’ve been engaged to be married since we were three but this is the first time we’ve met and your portraits really don’t do you justice”


Fifteen years ago, when nine year old Derek was sat down by his parents and informed of his duty as a prince to his kingdom, he didn’t fully grasp what it meant to be engaged. There was brief talk of marriage that he’d let fly right past him, so far in the future it wasn’t a concern, and the vague knowledge that he was spoken for, but it had little impact on his life at the time. 

He was told his betrothed had just turned three, like Cora, which brought up the memory of his little sister throwing his favorite book in a full toilet just the week before, and then he dismissed the entire issue from his mind when Laura called for him to join their game of hide and seek. He had more important things to worry about than some baby in another land, ruining other people’s prized possessions.

Ten years ago, they received word that Queen Claudia had passed, and fourteen year old Derek had dutifully signed the condolences his mother penned from the family, but it hardly affected him beyond pulling him away in the middle of his sword training. It was a distant death in a distant northeastern kingdom, affecting people Derek had never even seen before. He returned to his training alongside his best friend and future guard Boyd, and that was that.

The same happened nine years ago, upon the marriage of King Jonathon and his new wife, Queen Melissa; he signed the longwinded letter of congratulations, sat through a brief lecture on the importance of keeping up on these things and staying informed of these types of changes for political reasons, and then dashed back outside to where Boyd was waiting with their horses, forgetting it all in seconds. They were a distant family he had no personal connection to, he couldn’t say he felt strongly either way about their brand new union.

Eight years ago, the reality of his situation came crashing down on him with the arrival of a portrait.

The Portrait was the only portrait of his betrothed that was ever sent, and Derek was grateful for King Jonathon’s foresight. The first was upsetting enough on its own, as was the realization that Derek was going to be joined in holy matrimony to its subject, and he didn’t need the customary annual portraits to remind him of his fate. He tried to be less shallow about it, look for the inner beauty and the whip-smart mind his mother always praised after her visits to the north, but there was no getting around it. 

His fiancé was terrifying.

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27. Accidentally Sleeping In

On a strut halfway up the Eiffel Tower, just out of reach of the few curious civilians loitering below, Chat paced.

His lady had arranged to meet hi half an hour ago, and Chat wasn’t worried, except that he was a little worried. Maybe.

Scenarios ricocheted off the inner walls of his skull, ranging from ‘maybe she forgot?’ ‘to ‘maybe she’s standing me up on purpose…’ to ‘maybe something happened to her!’ and Chat was growing sicker by inches.

Did it really matter if she’d forgotten or just didn’t want to come? He hoped not.

Would she even do that? …Probably not, but he didn’t know, and it was eating him alive.

Would he survive if that either of those were the case, after anticipating this outing with his heart ion the line for weeks? He didn’t even want to think about that.

But what if he was being unkind? What if her gaping absence really was a mistake? What if she was in trouble, and he was just here, wearing down the structure of the Eiffel Tower, useless instead of helping her like he should be?

…He had her number.

He was only supposed to use it in cases of emergency — if a akuma showered up and she wasn’t there, or if he was in major trouble — but…

This might be an emergency, he reasoned, flicking open his communicator and selecting the only other contact besides the default ‘Ladybug’.

💘 My lady 💘
Dialing…

He put the communicator to his ear and waited.

After three rings, she picked up,

It wasn’t until she spoke — a soft, scratchy, feminine “‘ello?” brushing across his sensitive ear — that Chat realized three very important things:

  1. He’d never actually called her civilian identity before. He’d texted her plenty of times, but never actually heard her voice.
  2. He’d pitifully underestimated what hearing her voice while she was out of costume would do to him.
  3. There was no way he was prepared for this conversation. At all.

“Ah,” he croaked, then cleared his throat. “Ladybug?”

“Cha-a-at?” she yawned, and oh, she must’ve fallen asleep.

And now she was tired and fuzzy and warm, mumbling right in his ear.

Help.

“Oh no. Chat?!”

She sounded a lot more awake that time, which was disappointing but probably ultimately safer for his cardiac health.

“Hey—” was as far as she let him get before she was rambling on, panic-laced with worrying crashes interrupting the background noise.

“Oh no, I’m so sorry Chat. I thought I’d only close my eyes for a minute— Tikki, where are yo— oh, there you are —I really, really, really didn’t mean to fal asleep— Tikki!”

Chat thumped the heel of his hand against his forehead, guilt latching tight around his heart. Selfish, selfish, selfish

“Don’t worry about it, Bugaboo,” he said, pretending he hadn’t just been panicking over her absence, “We can put it off if you need sleep—”

“No!”

Chat jumped.

“No,” she repeated, only a little less vehemently. “Uh, cookies? Umm… I mean, I’ve been looking forward to this for— I mean! That it sounded really fun, not that I was especially looking forward to time with— I mean, I do want to spend time with you, not that I— I mean… No, that’s sounds… Ugh.” Then, in the background: “Shut up, Tikki.”

By the time he worked out the point she was talking around — I was looking forward to spending time with you — it was too late for any of her half-hearted excuses to take away from it.

(Not that she was trying very hard.)

Ladybug wanted to spend time with him.

Chat’s free hand went to his mouth, feeling the burning heat in his face crawl down to his shoulders, settling like a hearthfire in his belly.

He was a mature adult superhero, yes he was — even if he was blushing like a schoolgirl over the thought of his crush looking forward to their outing even half as much as he had.

Then she yawned again, and his heart lurched.

“R-really,” he managed, a little more breathless than he maybe should have been. “If you’re tired…”

A moment of silence, and then, sheepishly: “…How much would you mind getting napped on?”

Ladybug slouched against his side with her head on his shoulder, sweet and trusting, while he had nothing to do but enjoy her presence?

Where could Chat sign up?

“I’ll think my most pillow-y thoughts,” he promised, as his stomach gave a little flip.

Ladybug giggled, airy and girlish and still sleep-rough, and the heat in Chat’s face redoubled.

“Thanks, Chat,” she said, affection heart-stoppingly clear in her voice. “You’re the best. Be there in ten!”

She only waited for his acknowledgement before she hung up, leaving Chat standing there with a buzz under his skin and even higher hopes for the evening, somehow.

He dropped into a crouch and buried his face in both hands with a soft groan.

Ladybug was going to be the death of him.

He was looking forward to it.

(From somewhere below him, one of the loitering civilians hollered up a worried, “Everything alright, Chat?”

Chat waved him off weakly.

“Okay. Good luck on your date!”

Chat looked down in confusion, wondering how good the man’s ears were to have heard that, and then remembered he’d been gushing about it on both twitter and tumblr for weeks now, and shouted back, “Thanks!”

The man gave him two thumbs up and moved on, taking his family with him.

A girl Chat was assuming was his daughter cupped her hands around her mouth and added. “Buy her flowers!” walking backwards as they left.

Chat waved goodbye, now smiling for real.)


(The rest of his evening was spent with a lapful (armful, heartful) of warm, cuddly, pliant superheroine, and Chat couldn’t remember being this happy in a long, long time.)

I don’t know why is everyone like “oh my god, fandom life just killed my social life !”
Man. I didn’t even have a social life at first. Fandom life just made me more than a hermit. I’m not a member of society anymore.

Okay, so Hufflepuffs as Villains

1. They are excellent finders (great for evil plans)

2. They understand people enough to comfort them in just the right way (so they would be great at getting followers)

3. They are particularly good a herbology (and can use herbs to knock people out rather than killing them)

4. No one would ever suspect a Hufflepuff


Now you might be thinking: A HUFFLEPUFF COULDN’T BE EVIL

And you would fall right into their trap


Think about this… morality is subjective
As long as a Hufflepuff thinks they are helping those they love, they could do some evil things.


They could try to take over the world because their little pet dragon wanted to fly over banned territory

or because they really, really wanted some icecream one day and thought it would be nice if a servant brought them a tub of it to share with their friends and even the servant because they really deserve it… they just needed enough power to get that servant

Daily Prompt 2017-98

After a news journalist reveals how six of the most popular superheroes got their powers, people everywhere attempt to replicate the accidents. One EMT handles several of these calls in a single day.

Sometimes all we need to start writing is a single thought. Spend five minutes to write a scene based on the above prompt. Feel free to share your scene.

Can we just talk about how much Tom and Harrison care about children and people in general? They go to children’s hospitals, travel to help others, will donate their bone marrow to help others who need it, and they also go out raising money for good causes.