Mirko Mha - Blog Posts

You couldn’t find her.

You had just gotten back from grocery shopping, and walked into a house that felt much colder than usual. It was cold enough it gave you chills as you set the grocery bags down, not seeing your girlfriend in her usual spot on the couch had your nerves on end. After the war, the two of you had agreed that neither went anywhere without letting the other know, mainly to ease your nerves seeing as you very nearly lost your beloved rabbit girlfriend. Not that she could easily go anywhere with the new prosthetic limbs still causing her pain after a while. 

“Rumi?” You called through the silent apartment getting no response that only sent your nerves into overdrive as you now began frantically checking each room of the apartment.

Until you got to the locked bedroom. Knowing she was in there, your nerves still ran rampant as the closer you got to the door the clearer the distress she was in became. 

“Rumi? Baby, open the door” you knocked gently as Socks started at you from the other end of the hallway. The crying only got louder the longer you stood out there and it broke your heart that she wouldn’t let you in. You knew she could handle herself but you wanted to be there, to hold her while she cried. Sliding down the other side of the door you sat in the hallway, never once leaving the door as she cried her heart out, a constant stream of comforting words pouring from you knowing she could easily hear you. You knew these new limbs were an adjustment, you knew that despite the front she often put up that this transition was taking a lot out of her in every way it possibly could and even now, months later, the phantom pains still drove her insane. The flashbacks kept her up at night, and the nightmares often caused her to wake you up in tears. You hated that she was in pain, you hated that this is what she had become but you never hated her. So when the tears finally subsided and she finally opened the door, eyes puffy and lips bitten raw, you held her. You held her like she was the most precious thing to grace the planet, regardless of her new state. You’d love her in any state so long as she was alive, and even if she wasn’t you’d love her anyways.

I had this idea when I was watching invincible. Headcanons for a some of the lady pro heroes (your choice) on how they would happen if their hero!male!s/o killing a villain?? (Like how they would react and stuff) think of it as something like this:

Source: the Injustice comics by DC

(Sorry this took so long, I got distracted but I hope you like it )

-Midnight

• She would probably start panicking 

• She isn't sure what to do, she sure as hell doesn't want you going to jail

• "Babe chill, we can just dump the body and report it later" : Y/N, cool as a cucumber five seconds after killing someone

• Did the hero commission find out? Yes. Did you lose your license? Nope.

•You got put on paid leave for two weeks while the commission got things under wraps 

•Safe to say, she's NEVER leaving you alone again during work

-Miruko

~ She's not as worried as Midnight was since similar situations came up while she patrolled with her bestie Hawks

~ You guys just stared at each other with shocked faces for a minute before getting to work deposing the body

~ "So what're we doin' for dinner?" "Don't even speak to me about food right now"

~ Y'all stayed late at work filing incident reports afterward but nothing ever came of it.

~ BUT Miruko did make you sleep on the couch as a punishment

- Mount Lady

☆ Honestly? She's terrified.

☆ The villain hadn't been much older than a high school student 

☆ And she's NEVER seen you THIS mad, it was like you were a different person entirely in that moment 

☆ You weren't fairing much better, hating the feeling of not being in control of your own body

☆ You guys ended up getting in a huge fight about whether or not y'all should report the incident 

☆ "Y/N WE HAVE TO TELL SOMEBODY!!" "DO YOU WANT ME TO LOSE MY LISCENCE???!!! WE HAVE TO KEEP IT A SECRET!!"

☆You guys ended up avoiding each other while you worked through the guilt and fear from what happened.