Assassin Collection Chapter 1: The Royal Family
Me: It’s not fully fleshed out or finished yet and I dun wanna make another wip on AO3!!!
Also Me: If I don’t share some of this I will die. She-Ra and the Princesses of Power
Category: General
Assassin AU, crack treated seriously, fluff and humor, people just keep trying to kill Glimmer and she keeps making them her friends, everyone enjoys family breakfast
“Hey mom, hey dad! Sorry I’m late!” Glimmer breathlessly rushed out as she popped into existence in her chair for dinner a full thirty minutes late. Which honestly wouldn’t have been all that suspicious if she’d just gone on to complain about her half day at court. But no. She didn’t even give them a chance to say anything before serving herself off the platters he’d enchanted at the start. Micah tried to not appear too excited, when this had started happening they’d agreed to grill her before he was allowed to wiggle in his seat with glee. Not that he’d been good at it yet, but today was the day, he could feel it!
And so, he shared a quick look with his wife while doing his damndest to not break down in a fit of giggles. Which only made Angie narrow her eyes at him in suspicion before deciding that he probably didn’t know much of anything. He tapped his toes inside his boot to bleed a little energy without looking like he was fidgeting and did his best to look kingly. It was the only way he would survive this meal.
“Of course, baby girl. How was your day?” Micah managed to ask without a single chuckle thank you very much. See? He was doing just fine and even started the questions!
“Yes,” Angella said much more suspiciously, she had been at the whole cool and collected royal thing longer than he had after all, “how was your day?”
Glimmer, cheeks bulging with the food she’d already shoved into her face, flushed a little. She rapidly chewed before apparently giving up and started to answer, “Ih wa furdy-”
“Chew first please,” Angella sighed as she put her fork down with a click. But he could see the way she was biting the inside of her cheek.
“It was good.” Was what Glimmer finally said once she’d managed to choke down her food. To her credit, in any other situation with anyone else, that probably would’ve worked.
Micah glanced over and caught Angella’s eyes again, and this time he did break down into quiet little wheezing snickers. It was unfair of him to leave her playing the role of stern parent, but it was also her own fault for using that look on him when she knew he was fighting a losing battle. This was like the trade route planning with the Boughbees all over again, except this time he at least wouldn’t make a fool of himself in front of the court.
Angella put on her most aggrieved tone, sighing dramatically for effect. “Glimma…”
“What!? It was a good day! Nothing weird happened at all.” Glimmer smiled brightly. Too brightly and then flicked her eyes between them quickly. You know, the way someone who wasn’t trying to judge how well their clearly terrible lie would land. Clearly she’d been spending too much time with Adora recently, usually she could play her cards much closer to the vest.
Angie lifted one eyebrow and she hummed, “Mm-hmm.”
Micah finally managed to pull himself together and decided to put them all out of their misery, or, well, really it was fun but also a little bit of misery he supposed. “So, what’s their name?”
Glimmer had the decency to blush and not much else. “Maybe I just enjoyed myself without a single attempt on my life, ever considered that? Why do you always assume it’s someone new when I have a good day?”
Angella tried to glare over her steepled fingers as she quoted, “A smoothie.”
“MOM! That was yeaaaaars ago, c’mon!” Then when she realized her parents were not going to let it go, Glimmer slumped in her seat. Ever gracious in her defeats. “Okay, so you have to promise you won’t be mad.”
“Sweetie, you’ve been doing this for how many years?” Angella asked, finally allowing a trace of her own amusement to shine through. “I don’t think we can get upset about it anymore.”
Glimmer chuckled nervously all the same.
Which really did not bode well.
Not that they’d get upset, oh no. They were the ones who had accidentally set the precedent when they befriended Glimmer’s aunts before learning they were actually sent to assassinate them both. So, really, this was their own fault, but in their defence it had only been the TWO of them. And Glimmer was now on, what, eight? Nine if you even counted Bow’s adorable attempt, which half the time Micah didn’t. So, really, he was less worried about being mad or shocked, and much more delighted that Glimmer thought she’d somehow trick them with this old song and dance.
He was already mentally planning where to seat the newcomer for their daily breakfast together when Glimmer finally sheepishly answered, “Uhm, Hordak and Wrong Hordak?”
Now, okay, to be fair, Micah had not expected that! There was a fierce curl of pride that his daughter kept managing to yank Horde leadership right out from under their noses. But that only lasted until Angie squawked with her eyes popping out of her head, “WHO AND WHOM?”
Because that was, frankly, hilarious!
“Yup, Hordak and Wrong Hordak, and you know what? I bet they’re hungry, long trip you know? So, uh, I’m going to fix that!”
“Glimmer don’t you dare-” Angella didn’t get to finish her empty threat as her daughter teleported out of the dining room, plate loaded with a mountain of food. Only to pop back in for a second to grab a pitcher of water with an overly wide smile and disappear in another shower of sparkles.
Micah managed to only snort once until he saw Angella’s face again. And then he couldn’t help but double over with laughter, only getting louder and worse when Angella shoved his face into his mashed potatoes. Which, apparently, was enough to set her off into her own fit of laughter.
“She gets this from you!” Angella shrieked through her own laughter. “Micah! S-stop!”
But he couldn’t and he wouldn’t, which is exactly why when Adora found them a few minutes later, she gave them only the shortest glance before she nodded solemnly and left without a word. And that was actually enough to keep them both howling with laughter until their ribs hurt.
Alright then.
Two new seats at the table! He’d worry about commissioning a larger table and maybe finding a larger room for the family breakfasts later. For now he simply wiped potatoes off his face and tried to get his giggling under control.