time scape

anonymous asked:

ahh i read the other anon's take on an atla au and i liked their adaptation, but i had pictured shouto as the avatar instead in my head. like endeavor still is the firelord and i like the idea of him marrying a water tribe princess but consider,,, the previous avatar was nana, from the earth kingdom whose best friend is the air nomad gran torino, and that's how she meets air nomad toshinori who cant actually bend, but has a big heart and takes him under her wing. needless to say, she dies

(didn’t have space to mention it previously) but toshinori is so strong he somehow fools everyone into believing that hes an earthbender. as there’s no avatar to stop him anymore, endeavor is free to do as he wishes. before nana dies (and in the time todomama is pregnant) he’s warned by someone that she’s going to die. so this is kind of perfect for him, he has the opportunity to have the next avatar be his son. so he does the unthinkable and a warning to his kingdom is sent that every pregnant woman that gets into labour when nana dies is to be killed with her child. the fire kingdom keeps a tight register of the children born from then on, shouto is born about two days after that, and it takes about a week for the news to reach the fire kingdom that effectively, nana has died, but no one is sure when, as previously all the kids that were born during that week (but shouto) were killed, enji is sure his child *has* to be the avatar, but as soon as shouto can walk hes taught fire and water bending techniques. enji is still the abusive asshole that hes in canon, and his other children suffer neglect and his wife is abused, but he controls the fire and water kingdom so there isnt really anyone that can do anything to prevent this. after nana dies and enji takes over both kingdoms, the only reason he can’t take over the air nomads and the earth kingdom is toshinori. he somehow has never been able to defeat him  (he doesn’t know all might is a non-bender). toshinori inspires people in a way no one has before and has good people that surround him, and can take down good benders any day any time. enji kind of is scared of confronting him himself and loosing. toshinori keeps enji off of the air nomads and earth kingdom. 

meanwhile, as enji’s army fights toshinori and co., shouto has been able to bend water since a young age, but can’t seem to be able to bend any other element.  but one day while playing with his siblings he bends his sibling’s fire. todomama sees this and is terrified of what enji will do to shouto now. the training was already too hard for a five year old kid who couldn’t yet bend fire and for so didn’t actually trained with it. she makes him and his siblings to never tell anyone about shouto bending fire, and shouto swear that hes to never use any other kind of bending besides fire.  

 enji is so mad. shouto is almost six and he hasnt shown signs of being able to bend anything but water. he blames todomama for this, saying that he spoils him too much, that if she wasnt so weak and also cared about her family and their kingdom shouto would be able to bend anything by now, and todomama slowly builds up the idea that maybe shouto isnt the avatar, that maybe the avatar was one of the kids he killed. enji can’t tolerate that idea, and when shouto is eight and cant bend anything else.  

he decides that he cant allow anything to get in the way of his world conquer, its already too difficult with toshinori. so he decides that hes attacking the air nomads next, where the next avatar would be born. but he cant attack them with toshinori still defending the air temples. so he makes a temporal alliance with some weird guys who claim to be able to take and give bending powers as they wish. they send their leader to fight toshinori, and meanwhile enji sets to attack the air temples.

izuku is eight years old, and he also can’t bend. hes really good at making plans tho. he has grown with his mum in the air temple all his life with his friends iida and ochako. ochako is really cool beacuse she can make things fly with her bending techniques, and iida prefers using air bending to reduce air resistance and go fast. iida’s dad builds machines while his mother is an air bender, he travels a lot with both their parents while his brother fights in toshinori’s side. his father sells some stuff for the fire nation, because he believes if he doesn’t, then someone else would, and it helps toshinori’s side to know exactly what is attacking them and have better equipment than what they have (much to enji’s annoyance they somehow seem to be always one step ahead) that’s how they know that the air nomads are to be attacked soon, by trading information with some militar that knows his wife is an air nomad but doesn’t know about his children. 

they return to their temple to warn people to flee. but there’s little time, not everyone can scape. present mic, an excellent bender, decides to stay and defend them while some attempt to scape. aizawa meanwhile arranges a plan to save the kids, as they know they are going for them thinking one of them is the avatar. shit goes terribly wrong and only few manage to scape without enji’s army noticing, among them, izuku and friends with aizawa’s help.   

on toshinori’s side of the story, hes battling afo. afo tries to take his bending away, and to his surprise there’s no bending to take away. this to toshinori’s advantage, knowing that hes the one who probably killed nana, he fights with all he can, and even though afo manages to fatally wound him, he defeats afo. (or so he thinks). by the time he knows the air temples have been attacked, is too late. but aizawa finds him and informs him that is quite possible that the next avatar is among
 
enji is so mad, because he didn’t find the avatar among the kids he took from the air temple, and even though with toshinori weakening hes managed to control part of the earth kingdom, there’s rumors of a kid that seems to be able to bend different elements being thaught by toshinori (being nana’s apprentice) 

everyone believes izuku is the avatar, and hes freaking out bc he knows hes not, but all might tells him that rn he gives people hope, and that has always been the avatar tasks, so for now there’s nothing wrong with pretending. and of course, the only ones that know hes not the actual avatar is todomama and kids. until one day enji is particularly mad and lashes at todomama, that is.  he attacks her with fire, and shouto gets in the way to protect her and directs the fire towards enji and himself (getting his scar). enji is now even more furious and lock up todomama for her betrayal to the fire kingdom by hiding the avatar. shouto is mad ofc, and so he decides to never use his fire bending again. enji is so mad, bc now he has an avatar that only bends water. the only reason shouto still trains his bending (starting earth) is bc enji still has power over todomama.

his siblings have already left, save for his older sis. she then receives a letter saying that todomama isnt under enjis control anymore, that shes been banished, along with what seems to be evidence. she then convinces shouto to scape and he does. shenanigans ensue from now on, he joins toshinori’s army and meets izuku “the avatar” while knowing hes not. it might be somehow ridiculous bc even izukus childhood friends like ochako believe him, and shouto never says anything about it. tododeku also ensues and shouto tells izuku the truth and izuku is so embarrassed bc he knew all long (even though izuku tried to impress him with his “bending” several times) but shouto finds it kinda cute. izuku “its your power” helps shouto understand that he needs his fire bending if hes to defeat endeavor, and shouto helps izuku deal with all the guilt he feels for lying to the entire world, assuring him that it was the right thing to do at the time.

i cant’ believe i constructed an atla au from my only previous idea that was “what if shouto is the avatar” when i have homework to deliver like, today. 

holy shit anon this alternate atla au is intense as hell ahhHH ((ty for taking time to construct it even when you were busy))

i like the idea of shouto helping the idea that izuku is the avatar by using his bending to make it seem like it was izuku who did it??? kinda like what conan does for mouri in detective conan, except both parties know whats up lmao. ppl come up with rumours that izuku only bends around shouto bc izuku wants to woo him,,, like, to show off to a love interest. tddk are super embarrassed, but they’ll take what they can get because they’re helpless and can’t think up any other reason.

I know I have no right to do this because I haven't even seen the film yet but --

It was his fault. All of it. It was his fault for being too cocky, it was his fault for dragging God into this, and his fault for being born at all.

But Clyde had been so sure – just so sure – that if he prayed hard enough, that God would give them a baby girl. He’d worked his brain into overtime, perfecting the image of the little angel in his mind’s eye. She looked nothing like him (he didn’t want her to look anything like his sorry ass), but she looked every bit of divine as her momma.

Her sparkling eyes, her smooth skin, her perfect everything. But, most importantly, she wouldn’t have her pathetic pappy’s curse. Really, though, in his mind, the fact that she wouldn’t have the curse would’ve been reason enough for her to better resemble her mother.

The certainty that Clyde had earned God’s favor enough to assure that his first born would be a girl had been enough to keep the two of you from revealing the baby’s gender. Or, rather, it had been enough for Clyde to abstain from confirmation. You simply went along with it, though you occasionally did gently remind him that the world was filled with possibilities. You made sure to obtain gender-neutral colors for clothes and the bedroom “just in case.”

He’d been cocky. So confident that he had won out for the second time in his life (the first time being you). And for that, God was punishing him. The curse dropped back down not only upon himself, but his newborn son as well.

The moment of joy brought on by the infant’s first cries was instantly dampened by the doctor’s own cry: “Congratulations: It’s a boy!” The small, tired sound of pure happiness that you had released didn’t fall upon Clyde’s ears. For regardless of all the noises going on in the present – your small sobs of relief, the beeping of the hospital machinery, the doctors’ footsteps pattering around the room, and his son’s whimpers from the cold and bright lights – Clyde wasn’t present enough to hear any of it. He was far off in a place where time was inconsistent.

He was in the past, where he, as a Logan boy, was getting bullied and ridiculed, constantly getting screwed over by some unseen force of nature and his own damn self. He was in the present, in a blank space where all that he could hear, all that he could think, was “Logan boy! Logan boy! Unlucky Logan boy!” And then he was in the future, seeing his poor, cursed child reliving all of his mistakes and then some, disdaining his father for leaving only something so awful to inherit and wishing he’d never been brought into creation.

The nurses assumed that the gulp he’d made, followed by the trembling of his lips and watering of his eyes had been fatherly pride. After all, he had a child now. A son. And a big boy, at that, weighing in at 8 lbs and 6 oz. He was, to say the least, quite healthy.

The baby also appeared to be quite loving, as the moment he was placed into your arms, his crying stopped and his sobs calmed down into small, body-shaking hiccups.

“Oh!” you breathed, whipping Clyde back into the present – the real present. In this one, you were tearing up at the sight of the blanketed thing in your arms. “Oh, Clyde,” your voice cracked with tears. “He’s beautiful!”

Clyde wouldn’t know. He didn’t want to look down. He didn’t want to look down and see himself, both literally and metaphorically. To see an unfortunate child, both in luck and looks.

“… Clyde,” your voice sounded so soft. Probably because you were tired after such a long labor. “Clyde, look at your son.” You almost sounded as though you were pleading. Clyde was never one to ignore your requests. No matter how painful.

The tearing up from shame made for a shuttering inhale as he looked down to meet his poor child.

His features were round and pink, not too defined being that he wasn’t even five minutes old. He looked upset, but his calm breathing suggested otherwise. And the thick, black mop already developing on his little head suggested that he already was taking on Clyde’s attributes. Just a pinkish gumwad with a poof of black wisps and an upset expression.

He was the most beautiful thing Clyde had ever dared to look it.

A small “oh” managed to slip out from behind the lump in Clyde’s throat. You smiled tiredly by his side.

“Come on, honey, you gotta hold him,” you said, lifting the big baby up and closer to his daddy. Clyde didn’t mean to move so suddenly; all he had meant to do was move away from his own child.

“Uh, I –” he started before giving up. You lowered your arms, brows furrowing slightly. Clyde could see a hint of disappointment on your face. He sighed. “I jus’ … I don’t wanna hurt ‘em. He’s so tiny …”

But in admitting such, it appeared that Clyde had hurt you. The expression you now wore held so much surprise and pain – for him. He was a father now, and still all he could think about (or fear about) was his lack of luck and how it may cause him to do awful things, no matter what he’d intended or didn’t intend to do.

“Clyde,” you spoke quietly. “He’s your son. Nothing’s gonna happen to him, I promise.” He didn’t seem convinced, still stiff as a board as he hesitantly eyeballed the blanketed blob. You bit your lip. “How about … How about I hold him with one hand, and you hold him with the other –”

“My arm might pop off and he’ll drop.”

“It will not,” you asserted sternly. And that was that. After all, Clyde could never easily say no to you or turn you down. He made sure to lean in close enough to you so that there were no gaps between you, himself, or the bed. He fought to keep from thinking about the millions of ways the bed could collapse or how he could unintentionally hurt the baby. Even as you slowly maneuvered the child into a position between the two of you, Clyde had his doubts.

The weight was pretty light, especially considering how thick of a man Clyde was. It was actually almost comedically enjoyable, based on what he could feel. Every so often, the slumbering angel would jolt (“It’s just him getting used to his nerves, don’t worry about it,” the doctors had advised moments earlier). But even more often, he would release a tiny exhale that sounded like a sigh. One big enough to rumble through his tiny body. Often accompanied by his tiny tongue smacking against his lips.

He had Clyde’s hair, but Clyde wanted to believe that he also had your ears. But the very small, barely noticeable dot underneath his closed right eye suggested a mole. One of Clyde’s. The first thought that came to mind, much to Clyde’s own surprise, was not so much how worried he was about his son inheriting his appearance, but that the placement of said mole suggested that he’d grow up to be a pretty boy.

“See?” he heard you whisper beside him. “Nothin’ to it. You’re a natural.” Clyde offered you half of a smile when the baby shuddered and wriggled slightly. Out of his own protective instincts, Clyde couldn’t stop himself from raising his other arm to place it as further support on the child’s back. The wriggling stopped almost instantaneously. The angling at which Clyde was now hunched felt awkward. Out of reflex, he sat upright, taking the baby with him, but not your arm. It had long since returned back to your side, your eyes now capturing every movement of your husband in this moment.

“A natural,” you whispered once again. Your smile didn’t falter even for an instant when Clyde looked between you and his child. It was only when his son’s head began to shift ever so slightly that he stopped and landed firmly on the being in his arms.

His eyes stared right back into his own. They were smaller, purer, and so filled with love and unaware of the meaning of the word “loneliness” or of life’s hardships, but there was no second-guessing about it: They were Clyde’s eyes. And they had never been so beautiful to Clyde before now.

This was the thing that triggered Clyde inside. Indeed, having yet another Logan boy did put him in the mindset of having a child repeat his own life. But the catch was, now he had a daddy who was going to assure that nothing went wrong. This second chance, but better.

Once again, Clyde returned into the scape where time was skewed: He saw the past where he could have fixed things, he saw the future where his son, all handsome and beloved, was the first real lucky Logan to walk the county and, eventually, the world. But for now, he just needed to see the present. The present where you, tired from many hours of pain and discomfort, were catching up on your well-deserved rest. The present where he, a sorry S.O.B., was being graced by the presence of his small but beautiful family that he’d made for himself.

The present where Clyde Logan, as he stared down at the beautiful, tiny creature staring right back at him, wordlessly communicated how much love he felt for the newborn.

It was in this present that he would assure that future he was seeing. Starting with assuring that no harm would ever come upon his child. Not ever. Curse be damned.

Because if there was one thing a curse should never underestimate, it would be the boundlessness of one’s love for their family.

i sneakily pulled my phone out and checked my inbox inbetween classes today and when i saw this, i gASPED. i couldn’t put my phone down, not even when a girl started asking me about my disabilities accommodations. i had to keep reading.

and then i started crying.

i am SO in love with this story and i love you and i love, love, love clyde. i ended up actually doing a sketch of clyde and his baby son and i started crying more at his sweet face and i just,,, let me write a reply to this that’s actually interesting to read oh goodness

clyde logan is the unluckiest logan of all. his momma may have up and died and his daddy may have been a no-good sack of rancid rat meat, and maybe his aunt lost that winning lotto ticket and maybe his uncle got electrocuted, but clyde? clyde’s had it the worst of all of them.

nearly every part of clyde logan’s life has been cursed from beginning to end. there’s only been one bright spot, one success: his wife.

she was the thing that convinced him the curse was over, in some way. he had to be cleansed of the curse, surely, if such a beautiful thing would fall into his lap like this. he can’t be cursed if such wonder and goodness exists within arm’s reach. 

but part of him is terrified that maybe the curse is just dormant and waiting to strike the next generation, a viper in the grass. so when he finds out that his miracle girl, his curse breaker, his one victory, is pregnant with his child, the combination of fear and joy is IMMENSE.

but holding his son, he strokes his cheek and stares at him and sees that this must be the first child born in the logan lineage that hasn’t got the curse. there can be nothing, nothing at all in his beautiful, perfect little boy, that’s cursed. and if there is?

he, clyde caleb logan, will do everything he can to protect his boy. because there’s one thing that’s been missing in the logan line: love.

no fathers loved their children. none of them cared to protect their offspring; they were too busy lamenting their own losses and scourging the name logan for their misfortune. they forgot to protect their sons, and maybe, if they had, the curse would’ve died off. maybe it wouldn’t have been as powerful if they’d been able to  find it in their hearts to live on in kindness, curse or no.

so he’s gonna love. he’s gonna love his wife, his son. he’s gonna love jimmy and mellie and his niece and everyone he can, because love is more important than any number of lost arms, electrocutions, or jail sentences. love will win out.

he kisses his son’s brow and cries, soft and tender, into the dark, downy hairs that crown his baby’s head. that’s his baby. that’s his little angel, an angel descended from the most beautiful, angelic woman in the world. and clyde’s part of that world, now. he’s blessed.

so curse or no, he’s got it all. everything.

and he won’t give it up.