#and angie nearly has an existential crisis

[thelastspeecher]

⚡️big sis au

⚡️ - demigod

So, in the sort of superhero version of the Big Sis AU, Angie’s a superhero and Stan finds out after Emily manifests powers.  I flipped the situation here a bit, and now the non-powered parent has to deal with two superpowered children, rather than one.  Also, I sort of drew upon the show, with its whole ‘love god’ thing, by having a god be basically just like a normal supernatural thing with powers, only amped up.  If…that sentence makes sense.  I think it does.  Anyways, here, have two demigod children and a hapless human parent.

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               “Come on, honey-bun, let me takeyer temperature,” Angie wheedled.  Mollyshook her head, keeping her mouth closed. Angie sighed and pinched Molly’s nose shut.  After a few seconds, Molly’s mouth poppedopen.  Angie stuck the thermometer inimmediately.  Molly pouted.  “Sweetling, I ain’t ever seen ya get sick ‘fore. I need to keep track of ya,” Angie said soothingly.  

               “But the baby-” Molly started.

               “Emory’s ‘bout six monthsold.  We don’t need to be usin’ quarantinemethods no more,” Angie replied.  Shepulled Molly’s blanket up and tucked it in snugly around her stepdaughter.  “The only reason I ain’t back to work yet is ‘causeI had the baby blues, and yer dad is bein’ stubborn ‘bout me takin’ a couplemore weeks off.”  Angie took thethermometer out of Molly’s mouth.  “Hmm.  Yep, hon, you’ve got a fever.”  She kissed Molly’s forehead.  “I’ll go make some soup fer ya, okay?  If ya need me, just holler.”  

               “Mmkay,” Molly mumbled.  Angie exited the room, leaving the door openhalfway so that she could hear if Molly called. She walked into the living room, where Emory was in the playpen.  

               “Hey there, handsome man,” Angiecooed, picking him up.  She nuzzled Emory’snose.  “How’s my champion crawler, huh?”  Emory giggled.  Still holding her son, Angie moved theplaypen so that it would be visible from the kitchen.  She was about to set Emory down in theplaypen again when she heard a loud crash.

               That sounded like it came from Molly’s room.  Angie nestled Emory snuggly against her chestand set off.  Molly’s so sick she can barely get out of bed.  What could have made that noise?  She walked into Molly’s room.  Her stepdaughter was sitting up, rubbing hernose.

               “Sorry, Mom,” Mollymumbled.  “I sneeze loud.”

               “Snee- that was a sneeze?” Angiesaid.  Molly nodded.  Angie looked around.  “It sounded like something broke or-”  She froze. There was a hole in the drywall, directly across from the head of Molly’sbed.  “That wasn’t there before.”  She looked at Molly.  “Molly, what happened?”

               “I told you.  I sneezed.”

               “You sneezed, and there’ssuddenly a hole in the wall?” Angiedemanded.  Emory chortled and grabbed ahandful of Angie’s hair.

               “…Don’t know what to tell you,”Molly said after a moment.  “Uh, exceptthat you’re floating.”

               “I’m what?”  Angie looked down.  Sure enough, her feet were hovering a fewinches above the floor.  Angiepaled.  “Goodness.  What in the world is goin’ on?”

               “Em, cut it out,” Molly saidblearily.  Angie frowned.

               “It ain’t yer hair he’s pullin’.  I can handle him.”

               “He’s doing the floating thing though,I think.”

               “Yer baby brother is makin’ mefloat,” Angie said flatly.  Mollyshrugged.

               “Probably.  I did that to Dad when I was little.”

               “You- sweetie, are ya feelin’all right?”

               “I’m sick.”

               “True.”  Angie looked at her stepdaughter,concerned.  “I s’pose fevers can makefolks delirious, but if yer gettin’ that bad I might have to take ya to thehospital.”

               “I’m not delirious,” Mollyprotested.  She coughed.  “Just sick.” The front door opened.

               “Hey, thought I’d come home for mylunch break and check in with you guys!” Stan called.  Emory let go of Angie’s hair.

               “Da!” Emory screeched.  Stan chuckled.  A few moments later, he appeared in thedoorway to Molly’s room.  He squinted atAngie.

               “You’re…taller than usual.”

               “Da!” Emory shouted again.  With a yelp, Angie abruptly stopped floating,her feet landing firmly on the floor. Stan blinked.

               “Uh…”

               “Em made Mom float,” Mollymumbled.  

               “I really doubt that, hon,”Angie said.  “He’s just a baby.  I think it’s more likely there’s some weirdsupernatural thing we’ll have to ask Ford to check out.”  Stan rubbed the back of his neck.

               “Uh, I mean, you could.  But I already know what the weirdsupernatural thing is,” Stan said.

               “You do?” Angie asked.

               “Yeah.  It’s me.” Stan shrugged.  “The floatingstuff, that happens with children of minor weather gods.”  Angie stared at him.

               “Minor…what?”

               “He said minor weather gods,”Molly grumbled.  “Can you leave,please?  I wanna sleep.”

               “Oh, okay, darlin’.  Sure,” Angie said.  She walked out of Molly’s room.  Stan closed the door and took Emory fromAngie.  Emory promptly grabbed a chunk ofStan’s hair.

               “You all right, babe?” Stanasked quietly.  Angie shook herhead.  “Yeah, I probably shoulda told yousooner, but, uh, I dunno, it never really came up.”

               “I’m a bit concerned, darlin’.  I don’t- I don’t think I believe you,” Angiesaid softly.

               “You might change your mind thefirst time Emory floods the nursery,” Stan said.  Angie’s head drooped.  

               “Floods…the nursery.”

               “Yeah.  But if we install some warding spells, we canprobably keep the damage to a minimum,” Stan said.  He put an arm around Angie’s shoulders andbegan to guide her into the living room. She took a seat on the couch, her face expressionless and numb.  “Uh…do you- do you want a drink or-”  Angie shook her head.

               “No, I’m still breastfeedin’.  And I don’t want to deal with havin’ todispose of tainted breastmilk.”  She puther head in her hands.  “Stanley, yer a…a‘minor weather god’?”

               “Yeah.  Nothing big. Can’t even mess with the weather in a large area.  I max out at about the size of a state,” Stansaid.  Angie groaned.  “Seriously, it’s nothing to be worried aboutor whatever.  I don’t even have aformally assigned job.  Aside from thegeneral rule of not messing with mortals. Or siring children with mortals. But no one follows that anyways.” Angie groaned again.  “Look, it’snot like the kids are that destructive. They can do some air and water manipulation, and Molly’s made tinytornadoes before, but it’s not really that bad.”

               “Good Lord,” Angie muttered.  She squeezed her eyes shut.  “This ain’t- Stanley, my entire view of theworld has been shaken.  My fiancé is a god. I- I’m a good Catholic woman. This don’t make sense to me.”

               “Yeah,” Stan said, taking a seatnext to her.  “I’m a god.  Not the big one, witha capital G and everything.  I mean, ‘god’is a strong word, anyways.  More like a…super-powerfulnature spirit.”  Angie nodded slowly.

               “I can handle a nature spirit.”

               “Good,” Stan said.  Emory babbled happily.  “I wasgonna tell you.  But then I knocked youup, and I didn’t wanna stress you.  Andthen you got postpartum and I didn’t wanna make things worse.”

               “The not makin’ things worseship has sailed, darlin’,” Angie said, smiling weakly at Stan.

               “Figured.”

               “I’m goin’ to need some time tocope with the realization that my children are half-god.”

               “The proper term is-”

               “-demigod, I know,” Angiesupplied.  She raised an eyebrow.  “Is ‘half-god’ not the polite term?”

               “Uh, no, not really.  It’s pretty much a derogatory word.”

               “I’ll be sure to avoid sayin’that, then.”  Angie grabbed one of Emory’sfeet and wiggled it.  “I’d hate to berude ‘bout my own kidlets.”  There was aloud crash.  “Sounds like yer daughtersneezed again.”

               “…After work I’ll stop by thestore and get stuff to fix the wall,” Stan said.  Angie held out her arms.

               “I’ll take my lil demigod babyback now,” Angie said.  Stan handed Emoryover.  Angie snuggled her son.  “I s’pose it makes sense though.”

               “What makes sense?”

               “Well, traditionally, gods ‘reknown fer sowin’ their wild oats.”  Angiegrinned at Stan.  “That’s what ya didwith me, ain’t it?”

               “Nah.  More like…I settled down to farm the wild oats,”Stan said slowly.  Angie shook her head,hiding a smile.  “I just killed themetaphor, didn’t I?”

               “Ya most certainly did.  Leave the farmin’ metaphors to the folks whoknow ‘bout farmin’.”