@ixtaek I couldn’t find the Incredibles scene you asked about anywhere on the ol’ blog (apart from some wips), so I guess I never did post it. So I’m posting it now :) hope y’all enjoy!
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Malon walked down the hallway of the elementary school, mentally preparing herself as she headed towards the principal’s office. This wasn’t the first time this year she’d had to come in because of something one of her sons had done, and she knew exactly which son it was.
She just hoped nothing obvious had happened with his powers.
Malon walked into the principal’s office, and raised an eyebrow at Wind, seated on a chair inside. She was here to retrieve her sons from school as usual, but instead of just picking them up, she’d been directed to the principal’s office instead.
Where she found Wind, looking increasingly guilty the longer she looked at him.
Her son gave her a nervous smile, and she kept her eyebrow raised, looking around the room. Wind’s teacher, Mr. Chancellor, a short man with an odd penchant for top hats, stood in the corner, his arms crossed and face grim. Wind sank down in his seat as Malon sat down next to him, folding her arms neatly in her lap.
This ought to be good.
“I appreciate you coming down here, Mrs. Forester,” the principal said, a kindly but stern man who went by Mr. Oshus. There was a hint of an apology in his voice.
Malon frowned. “You’re welcome Mr. Oshus, but what’s this about? Did Wind do something wrong?”
Mr. Chancellor made a disapproving noise from the corner. “He’s a disruptive influence and he openly mocks me in front of my class,” he sniffed.
“He says,” Wind muttered.
The teacher glared. “I know it’s you! He puts thumbtacks on my stool, and I sit down and kill myself! There’s an entire lack of order! Class is disrupted! And it’s all because of this twerp!”
Malon looked at him coolly, and he backed off a little at her stare. “And you saw him do it?”
Mr. Chancellor hesitated. “Well... not really...” he muttered. “...No. Actually not, no.”
“Oh, well then how do you know it was him?” Malon asked innocently.
Wind looked hopeful, but then Mr. Chancellor grinned, and Malon thought his teeth looked almost sharp as he pulled out a remote. “Because this time I hid a camera.”
Malon immediately shot a look at her son, and Wind froze, his eyes widening a bit.
Oh this wasn’t good.
Mr. Chancellor chuckled as he clicked on the tiny TV in the room. “Yes, this time I've got him. See?” he asked as he played a short recording of his classroom. In which... seemingly nothing happened. Aside from himself jumping up in pain when he sat down, an angry squeal coming from the TV.
“You see! ...You don’t see it?”
Malon and Mr. Oshus exchanged looks, and the teacher sighed as he rewound the tape.
“He moves! Right there!” he said, pointing to the grainy picture of Wind. “Wait just a second...” He rewound it again, and made sure all eyes were on the screen before pressing play once more. “Right there! Right as I'm sitting down!”
And sure enough, right as the teacher sat at his stool, Wind’s hand made a small flourish, barely even noticeable on the screen.
“He must be throwing it somehow, or have something rigged with a string! I don’t know how exactly he does it, but there’s no tack on my stool before he moves his hand, and after he moves, there’s a tack!” Mr. Chancellor muttered fervently, his mustache twitching. “Coincidence? I think NOT!” he yelled, and Mr. Oshus stood and gave his shoulder a pat.
“Now now, Cole.....”
“Don’t "Cole" me!” he yelled, shaking his hand off to point an accusing finger at Wind. “THIS LITTLE RAT IS GUILTY!”
Wind flinched, despite how he tried not to, and Malon glared at his teacher, wondering how exactly a man like him had gotten a job where he had to interact with children daily. Wind was hardly innocent, but it was not his teacher’s place to call him names and scream at him.
There’s a rat in this room, but it certainly isn’t my son.
Mr. Oshus sighed before Malon could say anything. “You and your son can go now, Mrs. Forester. I’m sorry for the trouble.”
Relief swept through her, and she nodded as she got to her feet. Safe again.
“Thank you,” she said, steering Wind out the room before he could say anything in retaliation to his teacher.
“You’re letting him go again?!” Mr. Chancellor practically shrieked as Malon and Wind walked out the door. “He’s guilty! You can see it on his smug little face! Guilty, I say! GUILTY GUILTY GUILTY!”
His voice followed Wind and Malon down the hall, and Malon sighed as she saw a smirk on Wind’s face, Mr. Chancellor still yelling behind them.
“NO!”
(...)
After they’d picked up Four, they got on their way to the high school, Malon keeping a half-eye on Wind as they drove.
He was almost completely silent, unusual for her son, and staring glumly out the front seat window. His fingers tapped rhythmically on the siding, but aside from that, he made no noise. Aryll was singing to herself, and Four and Hyrule were conversing quietly in the back about a book they’d been reading, ignoring their grumpy brother.
Malon sighed.
“Wind, this is the third time this year you’ve been sent to the office,” she said gently. Wind refused to look at her, and his tapping sped up. “We need to find a better outlet for you. A more constructive outlet.”
Wind continued to tap his fingers. “Maybe I could, if you’d let me take band. Or swim team. Or anything.”
Malon felt her heart sink. “Honey, you know why we can’t do that.”
Wind finally turned to look at her, a pleading look on his face. “I promise I won’t use my winds for band, Mom, I’ll just play my flute like everyone else! No fancy tricks! And if I get chosen to conduct I won’t do it either, promise. Couldn’t I at least do the baton-twirling part?”
Malon smiled just a little at his enthusiasm. He really would be great. “Link Windsor Forester, you know how you get carried away when you perform. And I know you use that power of yours to help with all kinds of things, the last thing you need is temptation.”
Wind’s expression visibly dimmed.
“That’s exactly what Wild said you’d say,” he muttered grumpily. “You know, you always say to do your best Mom, but you don’t really mean it. I’m the best when I use my powers, so why can’t I just use them?”
Malon pulled to a stop at a red light, and looked Wind in the eye as she spoke next.
“Because right now hon, the world just wants us to fit in,” Malon said, gentle and firm. “And to fit in, we gotta be like everybody else. Even if we don’t want to.”
His siblings had gone quiet in the backseat as Malon spoke, and the only sound in the car for a minute was Aryll’s happy singing.
Wind crossed his arms as the light turned green. “Warriors always says our powers are nothing to be ashamed of. He thinks I should get to do band. And swim team. And that Wild should get to do running. Warriors and Dad say our powers make us special.”
Malon sighed, even as her heart ached. “Everyone’s special, Wind.”
Wind returned to his previous state of looking glumly out the window, a hand resting on his cheek.
“Yeah,” he muttered. “Which is another way of saying no one is.”
“If you blow a dandelion’s seeds off all in one breath then you get a wish,” Wind said in a know-it-all voice, and Four squinted at him.
“Where did you hear that?”
“Uh... I forget. But it’s probably true! It’s like the thing with buttercups,” Wind said, and plucked one of the little yellow flowers. “If you hold it to your face and your chin turns yellow, it means you like butter.”
“Who’s telling you this stuff, Wind?” Legend asked with a confused look, and Twilight muffled a cough that sounded a lot like Uncle Sky.
Spirit: yeah, it's kind of weird, my one teacher Mr. Chancellor just hates me for some reason?
Spirit: I walked into his class on the first day of school, and he just gave me this look. It was like he was looking straight into my soul. And he's hated me ever since.
Spirit: and I've never even done anything to him!
Wind: *cringe* uh... that. might possibly be my fault.
Wild peered down into the schoolyard, barely lit by a couple streetlights. A crash rang out, shattering glass and some laughter accompanying it, and Wild sighed, giving a short whistle behind him, then jumping down and landing in the grass.
He walked around the corner of the building, then frowned at the group of people decked in dark hoodies, a pile of bricks and other things next to them.
“Look guys, I get the urge for senseless violence, but if you’re going to destroy property it has to be your own,” Wild said pointedly as he stepped closer, then took a quick step to the side as one of the vandals threw a brick at him. “I’m just warning you! Don’t shoot the messenger!”
Another brick.
“Hey, not cool man,” Wind added as he hopped over the wall and joined Wild, both of them crossing their arms. “If you keep that up we’ll have to call the police for assault, too.”
“Yeah and I’ve got school pictures tomorrow, so don’t even think about— hey!” Wild yelped as he ducked under another brick. “What did I just say?!”
“Go home, Forester,” one of the people snapped, face covered enough that Wild couldn’t make it out. He leveled what looked like a crowbar. “Or you’ll regret it.”
“Told you we should’ve put on our suits,” Wind hissed, and Wild elbowed him.
“I wanted to do this without super stuff. Then maybe Legend will finally shut up about how amazing he is with his powers,” Wild hissed back, and both of them yelped and dodged as more bricks got thrown at them. “Knock it off!”
One hit Wild’s shin, and he shouted in pain, stumbling backwards. Wind grabbed his arm, keeping him up, and they slowly backed up as the group advanced on them, Wild wincing as his leg throbbed.
“Okay, so maybe this was a bad idea,” Wild murmured as their backs hit the wall, and Wind gave him an I told you so look. Which was ridiculous because he’d eagerly jumped at the idea when Wild had had it.
“Hey, get away from them!” a commanding voice shouted.
The vandals jumped, and a masked figure dropped into the courtyard, eyes narrowed behind his mask.
“I already called the police. I’d suggest you get away from those two before you make things worse for yourselves,” Hyrule said in a firm voice, and the vandals hesitated.
A siren rang out nearby, and they jumped, dropping their weapons and scattering into the dark like cockroaches, Wild and Wind sighing in relief.
“You’re not gonna chase them?” Wind asked as Hyrule quickly joined their sides, and their brother shook his head, kneeling to feel at Wild’s leg.
“Nah, Legend was waiting nearby. He’s chasing them down, and I wasn’t lying about the police. Why didn’t you put on your suits to do this?” Hyrule said as he rubbed some of his powers into Wild’s leg, easing the bruise that was forming.
Wild and Wind shuffled their feet.
“We wanted to do it without powers,” Wind admitted awkwardly, and Hyrule shook his head, standing back up.
“I’m not even going to argue about why that was a bad idea. I think you know.”
“Yeah we do. Thanks ‘Rule,” Wild said sheepishly, and Hyrule nudged his arm, smiling at him.
“You’re welcome. And I’ll tell Legend to take it down a notch.”
So merry Christmas I meant to write something but stuff has been happening and I forgot. But I did draw another Incredibles au thing, it’s that scene in the Incredibles where they’re all on the island (so sadly no Four 😔) and they all hug :]
Hello, it’s Nevermatch! How about “play” for the word game?
Hope you have fun with it (and that I’m not too late 😅)!
- Nevermatch
(Incredibles au)
“Hey, Wild, will you play a game with me?” Wind asked eagerly, and Wild looked up from the pieces of paper he’d been cutting up and folding into random shapes.
“That depends, what game?” he asked, and Wind lifted up a box, with... several more boxes stacked inside of it.
“Domino deluxe trouble checkers rush with dice and cards!” he said with a grin. “...I just invented it. I need someone to help test it with me, and Legend said it sounded stupid.”
Wild considered a moment, then grinned back. “Sounds chaotic. Count me in— Legend won’t know what he’s missing.”
“Yep. I was right,” Wind said, staring at the disastrous kitchen before them. “This was a mistake.”
“Hey come on, the cake doesn’t look too bad!” Hyrule said cheerfully, pointing at the concoction that was more likely to be classified as a brick rather than a cake. “I think it looks good!”
“We slather enough icing on there, nobody will care,” Legend said, picking batter out of his bangs. “Wild certainly won’t.”
“Yeah, I guess it’s a good thing he eats anything,” Wind sighed. “Still. I wanted to make him a good birthday cake.”
“I bet it’ll be good,” Hyrule said cheerfully.
“Hyrule, you think everything is good.”
“Well it is! Anything is better than picking stuff out of trash cans.”
“...Did you actually do tha—?”
“Whatcha guys doing?”
Wind screeched at Wild’s sudden appearance, and Legend and Hyrule neatly blocked his view of the cake.
“...Nothing?” Hyrule said in response, and Wild sniffed the air.
“I don’t think so. What were you guys making?”
“A mess,” Legend muttered, and Wind elbowed him.
“Something for later, so go away please and thank you!” he said quickly, and began shoving his brother out the door.
“But—”
“Nope! Goodbye!”
Wind managed to shove him out, jumping to block his attempts to see back in, and Hyrule and Legend looked at each other.
“I said this was a bad idea from the start,” he said helpfully, and Wild poked his head back in and gasped.
“Whoa, did you set off a bomb in here?!”
“No! Leave!” Wind yelled.
And the yelling and attempts to keep out went on until they finally drew Malon’s attention, who upon seeing the disastrous kitchen, immediately agreed with Wind’s initial statement.
“Is it morning already?” Wind groaned, stumbling into the living room and planting himself face-first on the couch. He hadn’t even changed out of his super suit, and Wild gave him a sympathetic look. Wind wasn’t as used to long nights as he was.
“Sadly, yes. Want some coffee?” Wild asked him, and got a thumbs up in response.
“Why do people commit crimes at night anyway? They should do it in the daytime. Then we can both see and don’t have to lose on sleep,” Wind grumbled into the couch, and Wild plopped next to him with two mugs of coffee.
“Yeah but then you wouldn’t get to see the sunrise,” Wild pointed out, and Wind raised his head to look pointedly out at the cloud-covered sky outside, then back at Wild with a flat look. “...uh, sometimes. And you know why people do crimes at night, it’s so they’re less likely to get caught.”
“Well then doing it in the day would solve both our problems,” Wind grumbled, and sat up and took the mug of coffee offered to him. “Ugh.”
