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aikrus · 4 years

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Another Day, Another Life (Tenya Iida x Villain!Reader)

Fandom: Bnha / Mha Warnings: Angst, amnesia, swearing, weed, coping with death, hallucinations Words: 3,456 Requested by: No one, but requests are open! Request/ Description: Casualties are expected in a war, but when a child dies no one is ready. No one knows how to react. The death of a teen can tear people apart, it can rip people into shreds to never be put together again, but is it better or worse if they’re not actually dead?

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Toga was far from an ideal friend. She was clingy and rude, she talked too much and she cared primarily about herself. She was weird and difficult to get understand, and you never really knew where she stood. She wasn’t perfect, but having her was a blessing in disguise.

“Y/n, we’re heading out, are you ready?” While she wasn’t perfect, she was pretty close to it. Himiko had a strange way with words, and she could always make the world feel smaller than it was. Her voice was like warm honey on a spoon; hazy caramel color and sweet, perfect for recovery.

“I’m ready, thanks for grabbing me,” Y/n wasn’t close to anyone. It was hard to get attached when the overwhelming threat of having friends ripped away from her grasp constantly loomed over her. She kept her distance, but it was hard not to get sucked into being friends with the blonde.

“Of course!” Her bright smile feels like it should be un-nerving, it holds malice and hatred, it’s the smile of a girl who has been rejected her entire life- but it almost makes others smile back. And so, Y/n’s face was covered with the rare grin; which had become scarce.

“It really isn’t that big a deal, but Shigarki is getting trigger-happy. We should hurry, I’m pretty sure Dabi will set his hands on fire if we don’t leave soon!” Her voice dripped sugar, and Y/n found herself hurrying. She put her phone into her side pocket, and she secured her outfit.

The pair walked out of Y/n’s assigned room, and they made their way to the group scattered around the bar. “I thought you all were ready? Let’s get a move on!” Y/n said, there was an unusual lightness to her tone.

The group had started to pass through the given portals Kurogiri had made for them, and one by one they stepped through. In the end, only Dabi and Y/n were left standing with the tall void-like man.

“Hey,” the gruff man had grabbed a hold of Y/n’s y/s/c arm, and he had lightly pulled it back.

“What’s the deal, Dabi?” She asked, not rudely, but he could tell she didn’t appreciate the physical contact. They were far from close. When Y/n woke up, Dabi could tell something was off about her. Not wrong necessarily, she just had a very unique vibe that he felt was oddly familiar.

“It’s just...” he sighed and shook his head, “Nevermind. It doesn’t matter.”

Whatever it was that Dabi was going to tell her obviously didn’t matter that much, so she shook it off and went through the portal.

“You feel it too, don’t you?” Kurogiri looked him in the eyes with a knowing gleam in his eyes.

Dabi nodded and walked through the portal- it would be cruel to tell her- he decided as soon as he saw her laughing with Toga. She has no memory of it, and she just recently started to act like herself again, why would I ruin that for her?

Amnesia was a tricky situation for anyone to deal with. It was dangerous to the person suffering from it, due to how trusting and gullible they become- but it is significantly worse for those of them who have their memories of the victim intact.

Dabi was one of those lucky people- so is the majority of the other people on the team. They can all think back to at least one memory of the spunky girl they have grown to care for. She was always so strong, yet somehow she was always overshadowed by her over-zealous classmates. Those stars that tried to outshine her magnificence- Dabi could only hope they would burn out soon.

He had been one of the first to meet the girl, and boy was she hard to forget. If her physical appearance didn’t grab his attention- her striking y/e/c eyes and flawless y/h/c hair- her quirk definitely did.

GateKeeper was a well-known up-and-coming hero and student at UA’s school for future hero’s, she was the receiver of the most interning opportunities, and she was respected by almost everyone. Named after her quirk, GateKeeper- or rather, Y/N, is able to access the gates between different planes.

She can visit the gates of hell, she can see the holy light of heaven, she can see the Mormon’s different kingdoms and the fields of Aaru. She can walk along the banks of river Styx with those about to be reincarnated.

She can see spirits or those who have passed, and she can comfort those who have lost love ones. With this power, she has been given the ability to have the power of those who have died where she is standing. She can call on the remaining spirits to help her, and she has the power to reap souls.

Dabi had spent countless hours thinking about the girl who froze him in place- she showed him his worst fear and didn’t bat an eye. She was fierce and protective of all the other students, she stood in front of them and, with her small undead army of soldiers who could never move on, defended them till her last breath. If only she had died.

The fight hadn't lasted long, the pros took out most of the b-tier criminals, and the students were fighting here and there. With All-might out of the picture, it was anyone's guess how the fight would go.

Who would have thought that a single girl who wipe the floor with them? Ahh yes, in a flash of light she managed to subdue the vast majority of the villains, if only she hadn’t lost consciousness- then maybe she wouldn’t have been snatched away so easily.

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It was hard to believe that Iida would skip school. For the first handful of days after the attack, he dragged himself to his classes- half-conscious and unwilling to be aware of his surroundings.

Eventually having to push himself to get out of his bed- let alone go to school- grew too much for him. He settled with walking to the canteen when everyone else was out to get food before going back to his room.

He was never one for dramatics, but Iida knew there was nothing he could do. He had failed her, the love of his life slipped through his fingers- never to be seen again.

Day after day he listened to a voicemail left months before the incident- he was never happier for his phone to be dead than when he knew he could hear her talk to him again.

And while Iida had his outlet for his sadness, his classmates were going more and more concerned with every passing minute.

Midoriya would double take when he heard her voice through his wall, and, silently, he would press his ear against it just so he could make-believe she was still with them.

“Hey, Tenya! I guess you’re busy huh? Haha! It’s so weird to talk to your voicemail- I’ve never had to before. Well, I miss you! Remember that just because it’s Christmas and I’m not with you doesn’t mean you’re not allowed to celebrate with your other friends!

I just want to remind you how much I love you! You are such a great boyfriend, and I’m glad that you’re mine. I was planing on FaceTiming you while we have Christmas dinner, but since I can’t I guess this will have to do~

Sleigh bells ring, are you listening?

In the lane, snow is glistening

A beautiful sight

We're happy tonight

Walking in a winter wonderland

Gone away is the bluebird

Here to stay is a new bird

To sing a love song

While we stroll along

Walking in a winter wonderland

In the meadow, we can build a snowman

We'll pretend that he is Parson Brown

He'll say, are you married?

We'll say, no man

But you can do the job when you're in town

Later on, we'll conspire

As we dream by the fire

To face unafraid

The plans that we've made,

Walking in a winter wonderland”

She cleared her throat and laughed a little, “That was really awkward, but I hope you’ll accept my mini Christmas gift! I’ll wait to open the one you got me until I’m with you again. I love you Tenya, merry Christmas!”

Once again, the shrill ring of an ended voicemail echoed through his room. Wiping away a stray tear- Iida sat down at his desk.

Everything had been going so perfect, everything was going exactly to plan. His brother had been in recovery, they had been going smoothly, classes had finally declared winter-break, and then... everything fell apart. The storm had been brewing, and brewing, and then it came- and then it destroyed everything in its wake.

It’s hard to accept a loss that you didn’t see happen. He didn’t get the goodbye, or the I’ll never let go. There was no body to hold on to, no one in the casket which was lowered to the ground. Nothing to show that his lover was gone- only the empty dorm room and phone number that gave no answer.

The school had opened it’s doors during winter break for all the students and parents to come. Some of her closest friends only ever saw her in the hallow walls of UA, and now they didn’t have the chance to see her anywhere else.

There was really no good way to deal with it. ‘It’. Iida despised that word now- ‘it’ was the only way people described the death of his girlfriend. As if death was a taboo word, ‘it’ was all people talked about and yet their words meant nothing.

Tenya was doing his best- fighting every single fucking day at a time. He hated what he had turned into. He hated the state of being that he devolved to be. Every trait she adored about her boyfriend diapered. Failing to go to class and snapping at those that came close enough to bother him. He had always gotten cold when faced with misery, resolved and retreated in himself- he had never seen himself as someone who would take up smoking to feel better.

Weed always seemed so far beneath him, it felt like something nothings did to feel better about themselves instead of working hard at bettering themselves, but now even Denki wasn’t eager to help him. Last time he visited the blonds room Kaminari rejected him, saying that he wasn’t getting high in the right way and that he was worried Iida would become a drug abuser with how things were turning up.

Tenya hated himself more that night. He hated himself and he hated everyone else. He hated Uraraka, who coped with baking Y/n’s favorite cookies and eating them to the movie they would watch during their own girl’s night.

He hated Momo too, she still got straight A’s and seemed to be just fine- pretending like we didn’t hear her obnoxious sobs at two am. He hated Mina too- she had no place wearing Y/n’s hoodie to school everyday. It was a shitty thing to do.

He’s pissed at Deku as well- Midoriya the hypocrite. Knocks on his door every day with his missed classwork and with his judgement, pressuring him to leave his room. Everyone knows his grade’s have gone down since her death so who is he to talk about attending class.

He hates Bakugo, who only ever yelled at her even when she joked around with him- who’s words she laughed at but really made her drown in her insecurities when she was suppose to be secure in her boyfriends arms. Fuck Bakugo, for glaring at her empty seat next to him like he didn’t openly mock her when she got a grade lower than him. Fuck him for screaming at 3am and breaking the school punching bags. Fuck him for feeling bad after hurting her. Fuck him for being her friend. Fuck him for giving a shit. Fuck everyone.

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Aizawa sighed once he sat at his desk. Classes would start in half and hour and he was still crying. His silent tears burned down his cheek and all he could fell was the raw aching in his throat and the headache that felt like it was killing him slowly.

He saw it then. In that classroom starring at her desk, he can see it happening.

The cold breeze had moved his hair into his face, giving the villain a second outside of his hold. One second- yet it was long enough for him to disappear into the ground.

“Dammit,” he hissed, looking around him.

He heared Mic’s screech at a crowed of them on his left, and the majority of his students stood tall on his right. Everything was chaotic, but a Nomu appeared from the forest line everything exploded.

He felt a familiar chill crawl over his skin, signifying Y/n using one of her ultimate moves ‘Fallen Heros’. AS what looked like hundreds of dead warriors of different generation’s rose from the ground- some in modern military uniform and others in ancient armor- and surrounded the giant Nomu.

More appeared- in uniquely them outfits. They were the dead pro-heroes, the ones who passed during a fight they’ll never get to finish. The ones who either dine at Valhalla or will never be at peace after failing.

A woman with black hair flew as she fought- with more ease than the others that were in spirit form. It was safe to assume that this was her quirk. The other that sent momentary shock waves through the gathering was Sir Nighteye, who waisited no time wiping out the waves of villains.

Aizawa took notice of Y/n’s body floating in mid-air. The cost of her quirk- she had to keep note of all those she called upon. If one of the fallen are out of her sight for too long her body replicates what the dead’s went through, and she would eventually die from the injury.

The dead soldiers ended the battle very suddenly, and, as their spirits returned to the afterlife, a large explosion of dust swallowed the crowed.

Once they could all see, and the hectic environment calmed, Iida’s voice cut through the air. He was screaming as loud as he could, frantically running around the field of people.

“Y/n!” He had shouted, his voice becoming horse. “Y/n!” Everyone became deathly pale and still as the horror of realization came upon them. She was gone.

“Y/l/n?” Aizawa had shouted, starting the shove peoples shoulders to get to where she was.

“Y/l/n now is NOT the time to play games!” He had hopefully prayed. His face fell along with his voice as he made it to where she had been floating. A scorched square of land had taken her place.

His mind tried to go back and see the rose dead she had summoned, he looked frantically for a scorched soldiers face, but he couldn't find one. Even then it wasn’t hard to guess at what had happened.

No one near her had heard her screams, but with the noise coming from everyone in the dust storm, it would be unlikely that they would have been heard whether she screamed or not.

He was right there. He saw her. He was less than three yards away. How did he let this happen?

He remembers looking around for a corpse of a soldier, but he wondered if, with Y/n dead, they would be able to live anyway.

He pinched the bridge of his noes, wiping away the pools of tears from his stinging eyes. Rubbing them with his palm, his vision blurs when he looks up. Yet, even with the lines blurring, what he sees is unmistakable.

“Y/n?” He asked, seeing her figure sit on the top of her desk.

“Calling a student by their first name,” she teased lightly, “how unprofessional,”

“Are you...” he stopped and starred at her, “Are you really here? Is this a part of your quirk?”

“C’mon Eraserhead, like I would know. If you’re right then you’re right. If you’re wrong then I’m just a fixation of your brain and I wouldn’t know it,” She tried to reason, hopping off of her desk.

“Damn... you’re right. I’m going batshit crazy,” he sighed, closing his eyes again.

“So,” Y/n smirked, walking up to his desk and bending over, placing her hands on her locked knees, “Wanna talk about why you’re fantasizing about your dead, female, super fucking hot, student?”

He groaned out annoyed and clawed at his eyes, “Why the fuck is that happening? I hate that, I hate this, cut this shit out!” He shouted, pushing his hand into his covered corneas.

“What shit out?” Hizashi asked, stepping into his classroom.

“Nothing Mic, just overthinking,” he responded, slamming his eyes open looking for his student.

“Alright Shouta, just remember that I’m across the hall if you ever need to talk,”

Sighing once he noticed Y/n had vanished, he wondered if this was confirmation that he was hallucinating. Needless to say, Y/n definitely responded to her situation exactly how he would expect her to when she figured out her action’s had no consequence- like a little shit who needs to be put into detention.

God, even thinking that last sentence made Aizawa feel dirty. He’ll definitely need to scrub his skin red after that.

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Breakfasts in the mornings have changed a lot since school opened back up. Y/n was always made a plate of food and a drink every morning, it varied in who made it every couple days. No one vocalized what the food at her usual spot on the couch meant, but it was an unspoken rule that it would stay undisturbed.

No one was entirely sure who cleaned it up when they were in class. They were pretty sure it wasn’t Iida, the seat was clear even when he was in class with them.

Everyone missed her voice in the mornings. Whether she was complaining about late nights (to which Denki or Mina would yell get some in her direction after) or she was cracking jokes to help wake everyone up, her voice still rung in the air leaving a hole of silence where it once was.

People’s sentences often drifted off half way through as their eyes caught themselves on her corner seat, where she once curled up into half a ball as she placed her plate of breakfast on top of a throw pillow.

As people would shuffle off to class, everyone would throw a look over their shoulder and give a moment of their time to the friend they would never get to see again.

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Taking one more look at the lock-screen of a phone she couldn’t unlock, she wondered who it was on her screen. A boy with strikingly unique features had white ice cream smeared from his noes down to his lips, and a small smirk was percent on his face. Lights from a Ferris Wheel and fairy lights lit up the dark night sky behind him, and what looked like her knuckles were in front of the camera, showing their interlocked fingers.

It was a cute photo, but it was so foreign to her it made Y/n wonder if the phone was even hers. She sighed after staring at the keypad, asking for her password. The face id had been disabled after it shut off, and all she could do was hope she would remember what is was.

“You okay?” Toga asked, placing a hand on Y/n’s shoulder.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” she responded, taking in the forest clearing Toga had taken her off to, splitting off from the rest of the group. “What are we doing here Himiko?”

“The other members want to know how much control you still have over your quirk. They thought I would be the best person for you t be around when we do this,” She explained, a soft smile on her face as she explained.

“Huh,” Y/n had a few thoughts running around in her mind, “Shigiraki didn’t want you to tell me did he?”

“Yeah, how’d you know?” She teased, a wide smile on her face.

“I dunno... it felt like someone whispered it in my ear, if that makes sense?”

“Who knows, that could be one of the parts of your quirk,”

“What exactly is my quirk?” She asked, glaring at one of the birds near them who had grown to be too loud.

“It’s kinda hard to explain. The easiest way that I know how to explain it is that you’ve got a strong connection to the dead. You can talk to them, visit them I think, and most importantly you can summon them to fight for you,”

“Fight for me?” Y/n echoed. She wasn’t quiet sure why, but that phrasing felt weird... it almost felt off...

“Yup!” Himiko cheered, bouncing slightly.

“Alright,” Y/n sighed, shaking her arms, “Let’s give this shit a try,” she declared, moving her arms slowly from beneath her hips, struggling to get them above her waist.

In front of her, a muddy figure rose from the ground, it’s shoulders cracking as it took a deep breath of clean, fresh, air.

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moonraccoon-exe · 7 years

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OMG! Papa Ravus and a little daughter -3-

This has almost a week in my inbox, and I’ve been thinking on it the whole time because I love Ravus so much geez.

Sorry for taking so long, and thanks for dropping this by. It’s had me having very pretty and fluffy and warmy mental images in my head all the time, askdjsdjfs.

Let’s see what happens!

Adding a Keep Reading line at some point (Beware, mobile users).Also an apology in advance for most-for-sure-to-happen typos.

Everyone beware,

Dad Ravus

Basically Tsundere dad (we’ll get there as she grows up).

When he knew it would be a girl, he lost his shit.

He had stayed cool and completely unimpressed about pregnancy, at least on the outside.

He’s the master of controlling his emotions, so he did fine on controlling himself during pregnancy.

But as soon as he heard it’s a baby girl?

Holy Shiva, you should have seen him.

His eyes opened morethan usual, he moved the mouth and said nothing, and he turned around only to start walking in circles, stopping once to look at the informer and ask “WHAT” then continue walking without waiting for an answer.

Ravus ended locking himself in a room looking so angered.

But if you knocked on the door a mess of sobbing would answer “LEAVE ME ALONE”.

Ravus is crying because he’s so happy how does he control all these feelings agh

Ravus won’t be able to talk about any of this without having to excuse himself and go breathe because he’ll end up crying again and he won’t allow anyone to see that.

Ravus constantly reminded himself he was a strong soldier made of ice that had to keep the head cool, and so he did.

Until she was born and he saw her.

Strong soldier made of ice my ass, Ravus is crying again.

The day of birth was a goddamn mess, really, Ravus ended up exhausted from so many emotions.

He’s so frustrated because he doesn’t understand why he’s crying but he also can’t stop and it’s very irritating and he only knows that his heart is so full it’s melting inside him and he thinks he’s going to die out of the sensations inside.

At first he refused to hold her.

“WHY WOULD ANYONE TOUCH HER, SHE’S TINY, SHE’S ALMOST MICROSCOPIC, WHY WOULD ANYONE TOUCH HER, IS THIS SIZE NORMAL, IS SHE OKAY, IS SHE GOING TO- *ugly sobbing* please tell me she’s not...please tell me...she’s...she’s healthy, right, I won’t...I can’t...she’s so small please tell me it’s normal, I...I... ;_____;”

They had to teach and encourage Ravus to hold her for like half an hour before he dared to go for it.

Anyone that sees him won’t recognize Ravus in the man sat at the chair with that baby in her huge blanket in his arms.

He’s crying so much, he’s never shown this much emotions since he was like 16.

He’s acting paranoid.

Ravus, unmovable, cold-minded, centered Ravus is paranoid.

“Is, is...she’s not opening the eyes, is that normal? Oh...okay...”

“She’s crying so much, please tell me it’s normal?”

“She stopped crying, omfg, is that okay, is it fine, what do I- oh...okay...”

“Am I holding her right? I don’t want to hurt...I don’t...it’s...okay...”

“Is it okay the lights are on, isn’t that going to- what do you mean I should relax, it’s a NEWBORN I JUST WANT TO MAKE SURE SHE’S FINE. I AM NOT SCREAMING, SIR, DON’T- DON’T GET THIS CLOSE, WHAT IF WE HARM HER WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU’RE THE- right, you’re the doctor, I’m sorry...”

Luna is present.

Luna is going to remind her brother of his paranoia on the hospital room for the rest of his life.

That only happened the day of birth, don’t worry.

After that, Ravus was able to stay cool most of the time as she grew up.

...on the outside, of course.

Ravus is basically Paranoid-But-Shy dad.

Meaning, he’s in constant over-concern and worry but he doesn’t yelp or freak out on the outside.

When she opened the eyes, Ravus was very happy at first, but then he noticed it;

She has his eyes. The heterochromatic eyes.

You’d think Ravus would be happy about it because this is her daughter and she resembles him, but Ravus feels awful with the realization, leaves the baby to aunt Luna, and excuses himself.

“I want her to be happy. But she turned to have my eyes. When she grows up, other kids will mess with her for being different. Will call her a freak. Luna, it’s my fault. I made her ugly. Gave her my curse, and all she’s done is but to exist. Luna, I shouldn’t have...maybe I should...I don’t know...”

Really, under the poker-face and careless actions, Ravus is much, much, much more sensitive on the inside than anyone knows or could imagine. He almost rubs on drama.

Ravus isn’t content with the fact that his daughter has the heterochromatic eyes too, but not like he can do anything about it, so he just grows with it and her.

Ravus is scared of changing diapers.

He has a very major trouble with himself...

It’s the magitek arm.

He can touch other people no troubles with it, has held hands and caressed faces no troubles, but this is a baby and he thinks she’s too tiny and she looks so fragile to him, he’s not scared, he’s terrified of touching her with it.

He usually asked Luna or a nanny of the palace to do it in his place.

He prefered it when people thought he was a whiny king that was too rude or lazy to do it himself. It was easier to carry with that lie than admit aloud he’s scared of hurting her.

He refused to do it for two years with Luna’ constnatly encouraging him, and now that she’s bigger than before, he does dare to change her every now and then.

Ravus was a nerves wreck when he first did it and for a few months.

He’d check everywhere that he touched with the magitek arm for any bruise or harm (even when he vaguely even touched her).

He ends up enjoying of diaper changing.

Ravus isn’t the most playful of dads.

Ravus’ fatherly love is much softer and much quieter than average.

He doesn’t play much, but he’s the most gentle of fathers in exchange.

You know, as in, there’s not many games, but there’s definitely a lot of care and cuddling and love.

He’s too shy and scared all the time and it’s not so natural in him to initiate a game or join it.

He does like rubbing his daughter’s nose and feet to make her laugh.

He sucks at playing, but he likes tickling her.

Only with two fingers, though. And only with his natural arm.

Too scared of hurting her.

You should see him tickling her, it’s adorable.

Ravus starts poking and tickling very carefully, and baby girl starts giggling and swinging the legs.

It makes him smile and do little sounds of shy speaking with her, and as she laughs louder, so his smile grows.

Ravus loves to hear and see her laugh.

There’s nothing he loves more than that, maybe only watch her sleep.

Ravus is still inexpert, and very concerned on wanting to do a good job and make her happy, which turns his care into maybe overprotective and very sincere, really.

There’s nothing Ravus loves more than carrying her.

Eventually lost his fear of carrying her and now there’s no way he’s ever putting her down in his life.

When he holds her, he’s fully sure that she’s entirely safe, because she’s with him and in his arms, and he’s not letting anything happen to her.

Hence, when he’s not carrying her, he’s not /fully/ sure of her safety.

“Your Majesty, she’s in her crib, in her room, in the palace. Nothing could happen to her.”

Yes, he knows, but that’s nly 99.99% of security, he’s only 100% safe with her in his arms.

Ravus has turned into a different person, and anyone can notice.

He doesn’t play with the baby and doesn’t show himself particularly happier than he was before she was born, it’s like he’s the same person.

But he’s definitely not frowning all the time now, and he’s definitely much softer with everyone.

Ravus is carying her against his chest or shoulder, very softly rocking her.

Sometimes he’s humming for her.

He looks so melancholic and even sad when he does, but really it’s just an inexpert single dad with the heart aching so much because he wishes with all his soul that she’s healthy and happy to the point it hurts.

Ravus spends a lot of time just watching her.

It’s new and very strange to him. He made this creature. This human is his blood. It’s such a weird concept.

Ravus has philosophied so much about the universe and life just watching her and overthinking on how much of a strange concept it is. A daughter.

That he reflects so much on those ideas only make him grow more and more and more amazed by her, not less, as time goes.

He likes to give her a finger that she holds with a hand while he’s staring at her.

Ravus just lies there at her side to stare for hours. She’s such a strange concept, and so beautiful.

King Noctis is visiting.

“Wow, your child sure looks exactly like you.”

“I already apologized to her and the gods for that, Caelum, no need to remind me.”

It had been a compliment, Noctis is confused on why Ravus looks so embarrassed about it.

The people of the Nox Fleuret palace are confused because apparently everyone thinks the king and the princess are beautiful, and really he’s so insecure of himself?

The Nif empire is to blame, they took his happiness and confidence in those dark years, please be careful with his heart :’(

I think that Ravus’ heart shielded behind a shell of stone after so much abuse from the empire, and that when baby girl was born, that shell broke and shattered, so now he’s fully exposed and vulnerable with the heart as fragile and I’m having the feels, ahaha, I’m sorry let’s go back to the flluff ;____;

Ravus is teaching his daughter to walk.

Inexpert, overprotective papa Ravus doesn’t want to let go of her hands.

“What if she falls?”

“That’s fine, brother. That’s what the foam mat is for, so she won’t hurt herself if she falls.”

“But what if she falls”

“Ravus, are you listening?”

“I don’t want her to fall down.”

“Ravus, she’ll never learn if you don’t try and let her go on her own.”

“I could carry her all of my life.”

“Ravus, that’s not the point.”

Ravus is carefully holding her hands and giving tiny steps to teach her.

He’s going down on his ankles and help her up if she does stumble and fall.

Ravus is constantly asking her if she’s okay.

The kid grows to turn her head in the direction of anyone that asks “Are you okay?” because she thinks that’s her name from how constantly Ravus is saying that to her.

Ravus likes to spend hours in the gardens with his daughter.

Ravus likes to stand in the garden at night, with the little kid in arms, stargazing and telling her tales of old, about the King of Light, the ten years of darkness, and about the cosmos.

Philosopher dad Ravus for the win.

This makes her grow terribly curious about everything.

The gardens of the Nox Fleuret palace turn in their special place.

Dad Ravus and Little Girl like to go there to both do nothing and just have fun, or to question the universe and be smartasses together.

When she grows a bit more, she likes to play and run around on her own because papa doesn’t do that stuff, and she doesn’t mind.

She’s constantly bringing flowers to him, and he accepts them all.

Ravus doesn’t have the heart to nag his daughter.

She’s so small and he still feels guilty for her looks and he’s inexpert and he thinks that it must be horrible enough to have a father with strange eyes and a metal arm to also deal with him nagging her.

He thinks he’ll scare her, and that’s not the point of nagging.

So is she does something that’s not right, he’s going to ask her to stop or correct it firmly but not freaking ut.

If she doesn’t obey, Ravus will go have a conversation with her in private.

Nobody knows what it is that Ravus tells her, but the girl always comes back with the head down and apologizes to whoever she may have bothered, and will fix what she did.

“Did you chide her, Ravus?”

“No.”

Everyone guesses he has a mature conversation with her explaining why what she did was wrong, but she’s just 2 y.o., what the hell is going on.

Dad Ravus is constantly having emotional struggles about her.

“She’s Tenebrae’s heir now, you know. All the weight of it on her. I wish she was just a happy girl, not a princess. I don’t want her carrying with so many duties. She’s a human. I’m a terrible person. I gave her this life, made her princess, it’s because I’m king that she has to handle with the kingdom after I die all on her own and that’s unfair, she should be free of doing as she wishes.”

Somebody please hug Ravus, he overthinks far too much and blames himself for stuff that doesn’t even make sense.

You know, Ravus, it’s not like it’s your fault to be royalty, it’s fine.

Ravus is constantly dressing up as team for and with baby girl.

Sometimes they’re Moogudad and Moogubaby.

Sometimes they’re Chocodad and Chocobaby.

Sometimes they’re Behedad and Behebaby.

Baby girl is mostly quiet and reserved like Papa, but she’s a bit more playful.

Sometimes Ravus doesn’t have the heart to deny her some game, so he’s awkwardly joining her.

Ravus plays but has no idea how that works and it’s hilarious to watch them do.

Let’s say they’re playing that he’s chasing her.

Baby girl is waddling and running and being super enthusiastic.

Ravus is following instructions.

“So I...follow her...”

He’s literally walking after her.

Like, you know, other dads are laughing and yelping and growling playfully and pretending to chase their kid and all that mess

Not Ravus. He’s doing literally only as instructions say he should be doing, so he’s literally just walking after her.

Baby girl loses her shit when he catches up with her.

“AAAHAHAHAHA! o(≧▽≦)o“

Ravus just stands in front of her like (・・)

Still,she bursts out in laughter and yelps out before running away again.

Ravus just stands there like (・・ ) ?

“what is the point”

Still, he’s gonna walk after her again.

“Uhm...found you?”

“AAAH! AHAHAHAHA! ヽ(>∀

“now what (・・)“

*she’s running away again*

“I have no idea what I’m doing”

Still, he’s going to walk after her again, because she seems to be having fun

You may not believe it, but Ravus is having fun, too ♡

Baby girl is so used to her non-playful dad she doesn’t even need him to make faces or pretend to be a monster or be funny. She adores him as he is.

Ravus likes very much to pick her in arms since she was little and waltz with her.

Most of times he doesn’t even need music or any special moment. He’s just picking her in arms randomly and starts a slow waltz.

She grows up enjoying of it like it’s a game, too.

Now that she walks and speaks a bit more, she likes to request it herself, sometimes.

Ravus has opened a bit more by this point, and he and baby girl like to pretend it’s an important ball dance with important people in some important party.

They imagine their attires and guests and Ravus pretends to be someone else.

When dancing, he likes to praise the princess, remind her how pretty she is and how good she is at dancing.

Most of times he’s carrying her in arms, so she’s not even dancing.

Baby girl has a BLAST of a day when they play Waltzing.

Sometimes Ravus does let her dance, and it’s super cute because he’s very tall so he has to bend almost half the body to keep their hands together without her having to stand on her tiptoes.

Ravus is teaching his daughter to dance.

They can spend hours on it, hours and hours.

They never get bored or tired of it.

Dancing and waltzing is possibly their favorite activity together.

Even though the little princess has maids to comb her hair, Ravus sometimes (many times) asks them to let him do it.

Ravus had troubles at first with it because he didn’t want to pull too hard from her hair, which ended up on him barely even touching it.

Eventually, he learns to do it properly.

He may not be the best hairstyle artist, and he sticks to simple things, but he does it just fine.

Little girl grows adoring having dad braid her hair, and many mornings she goes request he does it.

Little girl will sometimes undo her hair on purpose so Ravus can comb it again.

Ravus always does no complaints.

Back when she was a tiny kid (but not a baby), Ravus liked to have her sat on his lap or asleep in his arms during council reunions.

He hated the idea of not enjoying his parenthood only because he’s busy with king stuff, so he wants to be with her without unantending his job.

It was never problems, little girl has a lot of genes from dad, so she stays quiet.

Also, Ravus had a cosmos-related mobile toys on top of her crib.

No matter how long the day is, how heavy the work gets, Ravus will always go to see his daughter and kiss her forehead Goodnight.

Every single night since she was born.

Even when she’s already asleep, he’ll go bid her goodnight and kiss her forehead nonetheless.

Even when he’s worn out and needing of his bed, he’ll first go visit his daughter’s room.

She’s her most precious treasure and the woman of his heart, he has to go kiss her goodnight no matter the circumstances.

You know how there’s always one person that outstands from the rest, like you can love many people as strongly and equally but one is always the “one of your eyes”? And not that you love that person more than the rest, just differently.

That’s Ravus’ case with his daughter.

He loved and loves his mom with all the heart, he could die for his sister, but his daughter is the Lady of his Heart, reigns there and ain’t nobody taking the title from her.

Sometimes, when he goes say goodnight, it’s early enough and she’s still awake.

Sometimes Ravus will sit at a side of the bed and talk with her for longer than expected until she falls asleep.

Sometimes he’s asked to tell her stories for sleeping.

Sometimes it’s especially early, and Ravus gets to change her into her pajamas.

There’s many giggles and laughs between them.

Sometimes, Ravus is asked to read something instead of tell some story.

Dad Ravus will always sit at the bed with little girl in his lap so she can look at the pictures and learn to read with him.

Can you guess the main subject of the storybooks they have already?

Yep. Cosmos again.

It’s happened a few times that the castle freaks out at night because the king is missing and he hasn’t appeared at his room and it’s super late and it’s unusual in him and WHAT DO WE DO

Turns out the king fell asleep in his daughter’s bed, a storybook in a hand, and the girl nestled on his chest.

By the time she’s 5 the castle stops freaking out when he goes missing because he’s always going to be in his daughter’s room, most surely asleep with her cuddled at his side.

This girl has softened and fixed Ravus’ heart like nothing else could have done, really.

When they go for a walk, even if it’s just through the castle, litle girlwill always reach for Ravus’ hand.

It’s his fault; taught her since baby to always hold his hand when going places, mostly if it’s outside the palace.

He was always having her hold his natural hand.

But, a bit more grown now, little girl sometimes reaches for his magitek arm.

Ravus had started denying it and switched sides so she could hold the other one.

But little girl sometimes reaches for his magitek arm nonetheless.

He once tried to verbally tell her not to do that instead of just quietly switching sides without an explanation.

Little girl ended up giving him confused eyes like (・・ ) ?

“But why papa”

“My girl...aren’t you scared of my arm?”

“(・・ ) ? why should I be scared, papa?“

“Well, it’s...metallic. And it looks sharp and dangerous. Aren’t you scared it could hurt you?”

“(・・ ) ? But papa, the arm is yours and you don’t hurt me.”

Ravus is at the edge of crying and only barely manages to contain himself.

“I know, and I would never do it, but what if it’s an accident?”

“No, papa. I’m not scared and I want to hold your hand.”

“But...but...it’s so ugly, baby girl...”

“What? No, papa. It’s purple! I like purple. Can I have a purple dress?”

why is this child taking this issue so easily when Ravus has spent like 10 years panicking and crying over it.

“So you don’t hate my arm?”

“(・・ ) ? papa why would I hate your arm, that’s so silly, and it’s so pretty and cool. Can we have waffles tomorrow? papa why are you crying? No, papa no cry. Come here, papa, I’ll clean you. There there. Papa’s good. Papa has a nice arm. Papa’s good and nice. I’ll make waffles for papa. Papa likes waffles.”

Just so you know what’s going on here:

Little girl likes to pet papa on the head when papa’s sad.

Ravus thinks there’s nothing wrong on showing any emotion in front of his child so he has openly cried in front of her.

She always asks him to come down on his ankles or knees, so she can stand on tiptoes and start petting him on the head.

She’s sometimes saying nice things or “There there” as she does.

Little girl likes to be carried on papa Ravus’ shoulders.

She swears she can see all Eos from such a height.

Ravus adores to pick her on his shoulders because she’s always making sounds of how amazed she is and she looks like discovering the world for first time, so good luck getting Ravus to put her down.

There’s King Ravus of Tenebrae, conversating with the Royal Embassor, discussing important matters,

with a girl in a fairy-warrior-moogle outfit on his shoulders playing with his hair.

Speaking about playing with his hair, little girl has asked to learn to comb hair on her own.

Aun Luna offered herself to teach her. So that leaves us with only one experimental subject.

There is king Ravus of Tenebrae, sat in the gardens, with little girl and Lady Luna braiding his hair.

They’re also decorating it with flowers.

Ravus looks FABULOUS afterwards.

Ravus isn’t undoing their hair job because little girl is super proud of it.

There’s King Ravus of Tenebrae, attending an important meeting, with the hair combed in like 4 different braids made a majestic bun, with flowers everywhere on it and a sylleblossom tiara little girl made for him.

Ravus has never once felt embarrassed for the things he does for little girl.

Well, maybe except that one time King Noctis was visiting and little girl was painting papa Ravus’ face of many colors.

“You look like an idiot(¬‿¬ )“

“Oh? I had no idea she painted me to look like you. ヽ(ˇヘˇ)ノ”

“WHAT DID YOU- (╬ Ò﹏Ó)“

“凸(`n´＃)“

Hahaha, don’t worry, both kings are friends, really.

Ravus is teaching his daughter to fight.

At first Ravus had not wanted to because it was dangerous.

But then the argument of “teaching her to defend herself” made it through his brain and he so had to train her himself.

This girl is going to be the most dangerous thing in the world when she grows up holy shit you better not mess with her.

Nox Fleuret Father and Nox Fleuret Daughter, both handling their sabers with elegance and grace.

They look like art, really.

Makes you forget they can murder an entire army on their own.

The same thing that happened with Ravus’ arm happened about their eyes.

There was this once when Ravus walked on in little girl looking at herlsef in a mirror, pulling from an eyelid and looking intensely at her eye in it.

Ravus sat down nearby her and asked her to come close.

He held her and apologized.

“Why, papa?”

“Because...I know...listen, baby girl. I know it’s not...easy. To look different. I know you may feel out of place, that it’s not normal to have an eye of one color and another of a different once. That’s in me to blame; it’s because you are my daughter that you have my eyes. I didn’t mean to. But know, baby girl, it doesn’t make you any worse or better. And you’re very beautiful.”

(・・ ) ?

Ravus looks like he’s giving the news of a death or something, and baby girl doesn’t understand.

“I hope you can forgive me, my girl.”

“But why papa (・・ ) ?”

“Your eyes. I...gave you mine.”

“And that’s super awesome because you have this eye blue and I have this eeye blue and you have this eye purple and I have this eye purple and it’s funny because maybe the Astrals accidentally mixed them up, you know, like my socks in the drawer when I accidentally put the red with the white and the white with the red, and it’s just putting the red with the red but it looks so pretty to put the red with the white and maybe the astrals have a drawer of eyes and they accidentally put the blue with the purple and it’s funny because then this eye should be mine and this should be yours and-”

Ravus spends ten minutes listening to baby girl speak about drawers, astrals, coins, marbles and pebbles.

“...so what does that mean, baby girl?”

“I don’t know”(・・ ) ?

Some or other way she ends up explaining again in her innocent and confused way that she’s not upset with Ravus and praising his eyes.

“Your eyes so pretty, papa. Mine will be as big when I grow up? Can I put my hands on your eyes? They sparkle like that jewel in grandma’s box. And this is purple like my dress and this is blue like the sky, and this is pretty and this is pretty. (・・ ) ? Papa why are you crying again. There there. You’re so pretty papa. You’re pretty l ike your eyes.”

why is this child so sweet

Little girl likes to clean Ravus’ arm with a cloth even when it’s not dirty.

Little girl LOVES his magitek arm.

“Papa when I grow up can I have my own magitek arm? ヽ(・∀・)ﾉ“

“...no.”

(°Д°) BUT WHY ( ╯°Д°)╯”

“I’ll make sure you never get none of these, little one.”

“BUT WHYYYYYYYY”

There was this once when little girl gifted papa a pair of pebbles.

Ravus so had a craftsman turn them into twin necklaces, so he gifted one to little girl and keeps the other himself.

It’s a half moon, each one, so when they come together it’s full moon.

These two are dorks and love each other so much, it’s ridiculously fluffy.

Little girl is photo-shy, so there’s few portraits of her.

She does, however, turn less shy if papa’s in the photo, too, even if with distance in between.

That’s the only way to get portraits of the princess; have Ravus stand in the picture, then crop that side out, ahahaha.

Even as she grows up, Ravus still likes to pick her in arms just because.

She likes so, too.

It’s very usual to see king Ravus walking around or standing at the gardens, with little girl in his arm.

Ravus likes to randomly give her kisses, even though they’re only a few across the day.

Ravus likes to rub his nose against her temple.

Always makes her giggle.

Papa Ravus may be inexpert and a bit awkward and overprotective, but

He’s super loving, and gives his best as a father.

Little girl knows it, and shee loves him too.

( ´ ▽ ` ).｡ｏ♡

Dad Ravus deserves lots of love. This all is super adorable and was fun to write. ♡ ｏ｡～('▽^人)

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(1/3) thanks for being so comprehensive! just from reading your other writing I should have been able to intuit that providing more opportunities for children to consent to what is being done to/around them would underlie that system. regarding your comments about 'correcting' children, this is something else I've wondered about.

(2/3) I'm getting married this year & my partner and I have already decided that we'd most likely someday like children, and that we'd like to provide as much opportunity as possible for self-expression and (bodily and other) autonomy for the child as possible. basically, is it ever acceptable to make a child do something that offers long-term, non-immediate benefits - i.e. participating in education, through a school or otherwise; helping with chores so we can have a clean house?

(3/3) it's something I'm wondering about off the back you saying children should be treated as equal members of the family - does giving them equal rights to other members of the family require they be given similar (but obviously tailored for their ability) responsibilities? what do parents do when children simply do not want to participate in something that will benefit them and may be crucial for later in life?

note: long post, response under the read more, doesn’t always work on mobile, etc etc

I’m so glad to see people thinking about this stuff, and I’m really happy when my thoughts help with that!

so...is it ever acceptable to “make” an adult do something that offers long-term, non-immediate benefits? I mean, kinda. sometimes. ish. as a society we don’t really have a great answer for that, except, “try not to get to that point”.

most kids are eager to start school. a little separation anxiety might happen at first, but most kids, on balance, enjoy school in the first couple of years. it’s the factory-model, compulsory education system that makes kids stop wanting to go and start viewing it as a daily soul-sucking misadventure, not the act of learning. making education consensual, giving choices in how it’s accomplished, and giving voice in where and when it happens usually, in my experience, fixes that. I’ve worked in several democratic schools over the years and I only once encountered a young person who honestly didn’t want to be there every day. and guess what? she moved to another alternative, and was much happier. it can be really hard to find alternatives to the traditional model - especially since most private schools follow basically the same philosophy as public schools - but I really encourage you to try.

in terms of educating kids on specific topics that will “have long-term benefits”, which is what the public education system always claims it’s doing...honestly, I’d say that’s bullshit, in 2017 if it wasn’t in the past. developing transferrable learning, communication, self-management, and creativity skills is more important, and you can do that studying dinosaurs as easily as you can studying Richard III, so why force kids to study one over the other? besides which, career paths are so many and varied and convoluted now, we have an ever-decreasing ability to predict what even a reasonable majority of people might need to know for their specific jobs twenty years down the line. half the jobs held by today’s 30-year-olds didn’t even exist when those people were in school.

I once had a ten-year-old kid who I was teaching to read because he’d never been interested before and his parents and the wonderful learning center he was at hadn’t forced him. he picked everything up incredibly fast because he was interested and driven. you know what else I was teaching the same kid at the same time? Cartesian philosophy. the lockstep, this-leads-to-that approach we’re used to is such crap.

as for chores, responsibilities...well, how are they shared between roommates? between couples? between people who share an office kitchen? probably by mutual understanding, maybe a chart or something. the occasional passive-aggressive note on the fridge. but no overbearing micromanaging. if I’m living with a friend, maybe we have an expectation that it’s his turn to take out the garbage this week. maybe we argue about it if he puts it off for three days after the bin is full. but do I stand over him yelling at him for being a layabout and threatening to take away his xbox if he doesn’t do it right this instant? I mean, probably not - if I do, I’m a shitty friend and roommate, aren’t I?

with a bunch of kids I babysat a while back, I took the initiative to change the “chore chart” the parents had on the wall, which listed all the kids and gave them jobs like “laundry” or “dishes” on specific days. the change I made? I added some slots for myself. the important thing wasn’t that I was seen to be pulling my weight - they knew that already - it was that I was working under the same system they were. same expectations. same deadlines. same frequency of the same kinds of tasks. complaints about doing the dishes went down from, like, 15 times daily to once a week. and bonus, they helped hold each other to account because they saw the fairness of the system.

also, I feel like, if the goal is to teach someone that taking out the garbage is important, maybe doing it myself even if it’s not my turn sends that message better than fighting with them about it for more than thirty seconds. because if I keep fighting and the garbage just sits there for hours or days, then what am I doing? I’m sending the message that the garbage isn’t what matters - I just want to enforce obedience. and what’s the best way to ensure a human being defies your wishes? acting like you have the right to order them around.

of course, there’s also the handy “I literally can’t cook dinner, which is my job today, until I have clean dishes to use to do so, which is your job”. like, clear and rational consequences tend to make people get a move on.

so basically: model responsibility; give options; negotiate; work together. is it going to work perfectly and avoid all contact? hell no. is it going to ensure everyone pulls their weight all the time? of course not. who’s ever had a roommate that always did their chores on time anyway? but parents who act like shouting about everything until it’s done their way works any better are off their rockers.

#seedybest

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