#evie maggie artino

[mikodrawnnarratives]

I really liked how the doodles I did today turned out

And I'm a little curious about what you guys think looks better, my phone camera capture or the scanner app. Left is just my phone camera taking a picture of the sketches and right is the cam scanner app I've been using to upload my sketches

Quick thoughts on if Evie went on to live with Nova instead of gunshot making Nova think she ded: I think she'd still be a petty thief, and depending on the au, the people she grows up around shape if she uses it for good, for bad, for selfish, for selfless

In any au I think she'd still sneak some stuff for herself at least a little lol

[knight-in-baggy-sweatpants]

don't mind me just thinking about how one day when they're older and Adrian decides to propose to Nova he'll probably carry the ring around with him in his pocket for days even though he has a proposal planned at the end of the week because he doesn't want Nova to find it, and if he's ever even in the same room as Maggie during those few days she'll KNOW. she'll be like "why does Adrian have something super expensive in his pocket" to Max and Max, who has seen his brother being extra shady but also extra lovey dovey the past few weeks, will narrow his eyes, and they'll figure it out together and Maggie will have to drag Max out of every room Nova enters because he CANNOT keep secrets from her and her only.

[somerandompotato]

A very small amount of renegades Halloween headcanons that are probably not original

one year for halloween adrain dresses up as nightmare and nova dresses up as the sentinel. after that it became a popular couples costume.

ruby and oscar always go ALL OUT for halloween. they always have the best costume. they always match their costumes too.

nova would always have a horror movie marathon with the anarchists so now she and leroy spend most of halloween watching horror movies together on the couch.

for max's first halloween he has adrian design him an AMAZING costume and makes adrian, nova, and his dads decorate the ENTIRE house. oscar and ruby help because they love halloween.

maggie does not listen to the "only take one" signs

[call-me-chips]

Bored, so ima list what animals I think the Renegades characters are

Nova: Black cat

Adrian: German shepherd

Oscar: Opossum (Idk why, he just is)

Ruby: Bunny

Danna: Monarch butterfly

Callum: Golden retriever

Max: Puppy (prob also a golden retriever)

Honey: Bee

Leroy: Rat

Ingrid: Honey badger

Phobia: Crow or raven

Winston: White poodle, but his fur is dyed in neon colours

Ace: Grey tabby cat, but very sickly and thin

Maggie: Magpie

Hugh: Labrador retriever

Simon: Ragdoll or tabby cat

Ice bitch: Bitchy pure white cat

[evenstarfalls]

"Because of the Renegades, humanity was becoming weak and pathetic, as she had once been weak and pathetic. Waiting in the darkness of that closet, listening as her sister’s cries were silenced. So hopeful, so trustworthy, believing with all her heart that the Renegades would come." – Nova Artino, Renegades

 "When our home was broken into, my mother wanted to hide. Begged my father to use the safe room. But Father insisted they call his superhero friends. He died, pointlessly, stupidly, waiting for heroes to save the day." – Evelyn Deavor, Incredibles 2

"If everyone is special… then no one is." – Evie Artino, Supernova

"And when everyone’s super… no one will be." – Syndrome, The Incredibles

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...Just thinking about the Artino Sisters/Incredibles Villains parallels don't mind me.

[koco-coko]

Risen / A Renegades fanfic

Chapter 1: A Lonely Grave

previous chapter, next chapter

As the Renegades underwent many, many reforms, such as a decrease in power that the council had, better laws, a reinstatement of the Miranda Rights, and so much more, Riley spun a keyring around her finger. Ever since she got promoted, days have been the same. She used to dream of working so closely with the dead, but it was cruel what they did to her. ‘Her skills would be useful here?’ Ha! She wasn’t even allowed to examine them. For now, she mainly sat at the desk in the small cabin that the Renegades transformed into a quaint office space, waiting days on end for a visitor that she could guide to a grave. Malcom was the one who did all the fun stuff. Tearing them apart, stuffing them, making sure they didn’t look like they were decapitated. Sometimes he let her help, though, by sending her to get an extra pair of clothes or hold the cotton used to stuff the corpses for open-casket funerals. Those were Riley’s favorite part, actually. Learning about all the heroes and villains that passed on. It was just so strange and weird that it piqued her interest just right. 

Of course, nobody else saw that. Hell, they thought Malcom and her were the creepy ones, lingering by the door of every funeral with their figures covered in black. Even among the Renegades, they thought she was a weirdo. So what if she was? Did it really deserve being called creepy behind her back?

Lazily, she flipped through the pages of her occult practices. Sometimes, she wished she could go out into the graveyard and summon the spirit of those unjustly killed. Especially Winston. What happened at the arena filled her with so much rage Riley could’ve swarmed the city with an army of the undead. But she didn’t. She would just stay as complacent as she always was.

The door opened. “Hi Malcom,” she mumbled. He was back earlier than usual. He usually came back for the night shift while complaining about how boring patrols were.

“It’s… not Malcom,” a girl’s voice said.

Riley instantly sat up, slamming the leather-bound book closed. She pushed it aside in a rush. “Magpie!” Riley shouted. Then, she covered her mouth. “Maggie. Sorry. It’s Maggie. Maggie, right? Yeah. Maggie,” she repeated the name a few times.

“Uh, yeah. Maggie,” she responded, scuffing her shoes against the old wood floor. She looked nervous, but Riley couldn’t tell about what. She was just happy to have a visitor. (Especially one that wasn’t sobbing their eyes out!) Maggie had a single flower in her hand and shifted anxiously on her feet. She didn’t want to be here at all.

Awkward silence filled the room. Only Riley beating her hands on the receptionist desk interrupted it.

“So, um,” Riley spoke up after a minute or so, “I thought you quit the Renegades. What’ca doin’ here?”

Maggie’s shoulders tensed and she looked away. She tried to shrug it off. “I could ask the same for you. I thought you were in cleanup crew,” She would slowly approach the desk. She had to look up to see Riley sitting on the tall chair. Maggie could hear the clerk’s legs kicking the desk. 

“Oh, right! Yeah, I used to be, but I got promoted! Thunderbird came to me and said something about ‘Due to recent events, we need more hands on deck to take care of the graveyard. Would you mind?’ and then I said ‘Absolutely!’ and now I’m here!” she explained. “So, once again, why are you here?”

Maggie ignored most of what she said, much to Riley’s dismay, and simply looked off to the side. Her hands were shoved deep into her pockets. “Yeah, cool, great,” she spoke absentmindedly, “Um, anyways, is it true that Callum Treadwell is buried here?” her brows knit as she said the name, uncomfortably with just mentioning it.

“You mean Wonder Boy?” Riley smiled. With every word, it looked as if Maggie wanted to crawl out of her own skin and escape. Riley was always very happy-go-lucky when it came to mentioning the dead, but even she could feel the girl’s sinking heart. “Uh, yeah, I think we have him. Do you want me to bring you to him?”

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The Gravekeeper led her down the hill the small, wooden building lived atop. From the top of the hill, it seemed as if the black metal fencing attached to cinder blocks went on for miles over the horizon. It wasn’t a gloomy day, even though that’s what Maggie believed it should’ve been. It should’ve been pouring rain in the dead of night– Her heart told her so. The Gravekeeper didn’t say a word as she twisted a key into the iron gate and pushed opening the creaking doors. 

Maggie’s mood seemed to infect Riley, spreading onto her skin and causing her to walk softly on the dirt. Maggie felt her feet sink into the fresh patches of it. How many bodies were really hidden under the grassy path? Stones surrounded them for miles, but none of them were anything special to note. Bouquets and teddy bears littered about most of them, but occasionally there would be a lonely grave with nothing to its name. The pair kept walking. Maggie watched Riley closely, scanning each detail that she couldn’t see before. The collar of her dress, the dress socks and shoes that were already filthy, the belt around her waist with a keyring, book pouch, and lantern dangling off the sides. The most noticeable was the metal, latched bracelet that had a coffin charm attached to it. Even with a fancier outfit, she was still the same Riley– obsessed with the macabre and all its eccentricities. 

Her shiny metal bracelet shone in the sun. Maggie couldn’t help that the latch started to jiggle a bit, loosening as she concentrated on it. It’d sell for a good hundred at the pawn shop, at least. Maybe she could trick two hundred out of that sucker. Then Riley stopped. “You said Callum Treadwell, right?” She asked, turning around. She began to fidget with the little bracelet on her wrist. “Um, since the sun is setting, I’m not supposed to leave any visitors in the dark, so, um, I’ll just stand here. If you want me to turn the lamp on, just shout,” The Gravekeeper stepped aside and faced the other way, revealing the full tombstone. Maggie’s eyes widened.

It should’ve been bigger. It was simply a plague in the ground with a flower laying next to it. Where was the statue honoring him? Where were the ceremonies? Where was anything to celebrate him? Did they really just see him as nothing but another dead guy? The floats of villains that he got lumped into were insulting enough, but this? This was disrespectful! This wasn’t right! She had to punch something, steal something, do anything but look at the name carved into a rocky plate. 

Callum Treadwell. Alias, Wonder Boy. 

A true wonder among us.

Her jaw clenched tightly. How dare they. Nothing about his sacrifice, his life, not even his birthday. Her grip tightened around the petite rose in her hands, snapping the stem.

“Did you know him?” Riley whispered. The setting sky was now a deep shade of purple. How long was she standing there? Why did she feel these strange little wet streaks down her cheeks? “Sorry,” Riley forced a nervous laugh, “Malcom says I shouldn’t talk to visitors about this stuff, but…” She turned to face Maggie. Her eyes were watering as well. “I knew him, too. And I really admire what he tried to do.”

Maggie stared at the Gravekeeper. Someone else knew Callum. Someone else cared. She didn’t know if she felt jealous or thankful. On one hand, she wasn’t alone. On the other, she preferred to be alone. “Yeah. He really was a great guy, huh?” she said, slowly placing down the flower over his name.

Riley wiped her face with her sleeve. She had to try to be professional, even if she really couldn’t. “It’s a shame, really. Tragic they didn’t build some sort of memorial.” Maggie nodded with her. Riley stood by her side, staring down at the name. The dirt was soft beneath them. Twilight was turning into dusk quickly. Riley reached for the lantern on her belt and turned the knob. It was designed like an old-fashioned oil lamp but had the same functionality of an automatic, modern version. “I’m supposed to kick you out now, but I don’t feel like it,” she admitted, holding the light up to her face. Maggie watched pink bloom on her face. It got worse when Riley noticed her staring and they locked eyes. “Malcom won’t be back until nine, so I’m on patrol duty until then. It’d… um, It’d be nice to have some company,” Riley said, fiddling with her bracelet again, “If you want to stay, of course. This place is a bit sad.”

Maggie kept her gaze on Callum’s grave. Magpie always worked alone. Things were better that way. She survived all by herself, and there would never be someone to lean on. She learned that solitude really was the best for her. Even so…

“Sure. I got nothing better to do.”

Besides, maybe Maggie could get some information out of her. That helmet had to be somewhere. Even better, Ace could be buried here, too.

[healing-winston-pratt]

05 - 15

She likes ✨shiny✨ things

[bisexualalexclaremontdiaz]

The Magpie And Her Bandit: Chapter 13

Hey yall look I didn't take five months this time! This one was pretty fun to write, I'm sure ull see why in a second. This one's 1054 words and Maggie's POV. Also I put this series on pretty new AO3 account, so if yall could go give me kudos cuz I crave validation. Also please reblog!! Other Chapters

“But, Mags,” Max turned back to her, hand out to grab hers, “You-”

But she was gone.

Maggie could see Max frantically look around from her dark hiding spot, watching as he opened her mouth to call her but then close it. He pursed his lips together and gave a last resolved glance around before turning around, sprinting to the police car where his friends were. His family.

A family Maggie could never be a part of.

It’s for the best, Maggie thought to herself as she watched the red and blue lights fade as the car drove away, No point in messing up his life anymore than I already have.

She waited till the coast was clear before emerging from her hiding spot, pulling her hood up to cover her face and casually strolling away from the crime scene. The cops didn’t stop her as she continued away, waiting until she was out of their sight before breaking into a sprint.

As she ran, her mind raced as well. She needed to disappear, at least for now. Lucky for her, she had prepared for this exact situation.

She ran to her apartment, a small, messy thing she struggled to pay the monthly rent for. Her landlord was outside of her building when she arrived but he barely glanced up from his cigarette to acknowledge her as she continued into the apartment.

She didn’t bother with the elevator, her adrenaline taking her up the stairs much faster than it would have. She rushed up three flights of stairs when she got to her floor, pushing open the creaking door as she slowed her walk to seem more casual.

She fumbled for her key, her usual steady hand shaking as she pushed it into the lock. Her apartment was a cluttered mess as usual but she never cleaned. It wasn’t like anyone ever visited.

Maggie went to her room and opened her closet, digging in the back for her already-prepared bag. She pulled it out, taking a quick moment to inspect the contents.

Inside the bag were several pairs of clothes, some knives, a gun and some gloves, which she pulled onto her hands. Then she opened up the hidden pocket in the inner lining and pulled out a wad of cash, flipping through it quickly and deeming it not enough.

She went into her kitchen, climbed onto a counter and opened the cabinet above her fridge. She reached toward the back, pulling it away and grabbing the small safe hidden in the secret space.

She opened it and pulled out the second wad of cash from it, as well as the jewelry and the second gun and added them all to the bag. She took one of the knives from the bag and took a quick breath before grabbing her hair and slashing the knife through it. She took the hair and went to the small bathroom. She placed the hair in a neat pile right in the center of the bathroom before going back to her bedroom, getting one last thing from her closet.

A canister of gasoline, bright with warning labels.

She walked out of her room, pouring a small trail of gasoline as she moved through her apartment. Finally, she got to her bathroom.

She poured the smallest amount of gasoline near the pile of hair, gave a satisfied nod before placing the now mostly empty canister next to it. She locked the door from the inside and closed it. She took one last look around her apartment before pulling out a match from her pocket.

She lit the match, staring at the flickering flame for a moment before throwing it to the ground, not waiting to watch it spread as she rushed out into her balcony.

She could begin to smell the smoke behind her as she looked at the three stories of building below her. She took a breath before swinging her bag over her shoulder and dug her gloved fingers into the brick of the building, scaling down the wall as the fire alarm of her apartment began to ring.

By the time she reached the bottom, the entire building was ringing with the sound of alarms, people’s confused voices drifting out of the windows along with its blaring. She prayed silently that there would be no victims of her hasty exit.

But she could not dwell on that for any longer than a few seconds before moving forward, running away from the building she had once called her home.

She didn’t know where she was going but that had never stopped her before but before she left, she had one more thing she needed to do.

She moved through the dark city, blending in with the crowds easily as they all journeyed through the night. In the back of her mind, she wondered if they were running from something too, out so late.

She could hear the sound of a fire engine in the distance as she neared her destination. She lowered her hood as she reached the tall, white building with the word ‘Hospital’ written over the entrance.

For a moment, she hesitated but then pushed through the revolving doors with a few others. She headed straight to the emergency wing, knowing they must have taken Danna there. And after about twenty minutes of searching, she found them.

She could see Max, Nova and Adrian standing together in the hall, standing close and conversing with grim expressions on their faces. From behind them, Oscar and Ruby appeared, holding coffees and snacks, which they passed around. Maggie carefully stayed near the corner, hiding partially behind a couple as she watched them. She could not see Danna or her fiancé but she assumed they were in the operating room the group was huddled outside of.

Then Nova looks up.

Her brown eyes land on Maggie’s face and she squints, stepping forward. Maggie’s own brown eyes widen as pulls her hood back down and rushes away.

“Maggie?” Max’s voice comes from behind her but it’s already fading as she picks up her speed. She is out of the hospital in minutes, releasing a breath of relief as she enters into the cool night.

“Maggie?”

Maggie whips around and freezes when she sees the face in front of her.

Nova.

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[alecjamesartino]

happy birthday dear maggie hope you’ve stolen as much metal you could <3

[mikodrawnnarratives]

I love the identity issues Maggie could have as a result of finding out who she is. I love the concept of Nova struggling between how she views Maggie and connecting her and Evie as the same person. I love to write Maggie's different names to show whether the fic scene is personal or not, show her being vulnerable vs defensive, and how close she is with someone. I love the idea of Nova being one of the few people that can call Maggie "Evie" and Nova only does so when it's just them, their ears only. Maggie's identity as an Artino is a treasure to her, sacred and worth too much to even comprehend, she wanted someone to claim her for so long, people that knew her and loved her, and now she has that, she has someone and she knows she had a family that loved her, she's an Artino, she's Evie, but simultaneously "Evie" is someone she can't be, she doesn't know what she'd have to be to be her, it's a title too grandiose for someone like her, it's a treasure beyond her worth and that's why it's so special that's why she wants it so badly, and since she's a thief, because she has had no qualms taking what isn't hers before, she takes the name Evie too, it's hers and she won't let it go, it's personal and vulnerable, it's the anchor for her ship that has sailed dangerous waters, it's a disguise to fool and trick the people that love Evie Artino into giving Maggie that love, because no one loves another orphaned prodigy thief but they do love that infant that never had a chance to do one terrible thing to survive, all it did was cry, they love the Evie that never did anything to piss them off other than cry, they love her, they love her innocence, what Maggie doesn't have, what a treasure, to have a name of someone loved, Maggie's a fraud and knows it, shes a selfish thief taking from the dead, from Evie, with only a flimsy sheet of paper confirming the biological relation.

But it's fine. She's taken no issues with stealing treasures that don't belong to her before, it's hers now, her name, her precious identity, a fragile identity, sacred to only be shared with few, she's protective of her treasures, she's Evie Artino, but...

Evie Artino isn't Maggie

[cyborg-lunar-queen]

Maggie: I just ended a five-year relationship.

Nova: What? You're too young to date.

Maggie: I didn't say it was my relationship.

[call-me-chips]

Here's some random things the Renegades characters would say, but they're all quotes from the group chat 🙃

Honey: "Show me some big, sexy, muscle daddies, please."

Maggie or Ingrid: "I DON'T CARE ABOUT SAVING THE PLANET THAT MUCH!!"

Adrian or Oscar: "Do you want pain without the s?"

Leroy: "Who keeps giving this kid cocaine, like, on a daily basis?"

Oscar: "Don't you hate it when sly guy in the sun slung a gun in your ugly lung?"

Ingrid: "Being nice is gambling."

Genissa (hopefully):"Oh, hello- *gets shot in the face*"

Nova talking abt Winston: "My brother called me a 2 and said it was his honest opinion 😐"

Ingrid: "If the bandana fits,. . . . choke yourself with it because you suck."

Genissa: "This tastes like poverty."

[janisarkisian]

You Drew Stars Around My Scars

Happy Holidays!! @the-sunflowerstar!!! I was your gifter from @darkalinas and @scxundress‘s gift exchange! I hope you like this nodrian fic I wrote for you!

Word Count: 1295

Pairing: nodrian (nova x adrian) 

Nova could so perfectly remember the last Christmas she experienced with her family. Evie had been small, and grumpy, so she couldn’t really partake in the festivities, but Nova had loved baking Christmas cookies with her Mom, and all the amazing memories. She could still practically taste the cinnamon of her mom’s snickerdoodle cookies. To this day, they were still her favorite. 

She could still see her dad’s smile when he said the word “Christmas.” He had playfully tackled her, and she ended up collapsing in a fit of giggles before she could truly fight back. She could still perfectly picture the fire he had failed to make twice in the fireplace, the one that had made their whole apartment feel like a home. 

Somehow, she had managed to get a frilly, green Christmas dress on Evie without putting her to sleep. Evie had been extremely intelligent, like Nova herself, for her age, and was walking already. She could even say a few different words. That had shocked the whole family. Still, Nova had danced around with Evie on her toes, and for that night, it had seemed like there was no Age of Anarchy. There were no Renegades, no Anarchists. Just one family, and one normal Christmas. 

In her whirlwind of memories, Nova had started crying. Evie could have been with her at that very moment, celebrating Christmas, if she had not chickened out. 

No. This was what she was supposed to be working on with her therapist. She couldn’t blame herself for this, even though it partly was her fault. She couldn’t change the result of terrible things that had happened all those years ago. All she could do was accept it, and remember her family in the best way possible. 

Sighing, she looked up at the fairy lights she had prompted Adrian to put up in his room. She had a feeling that he had put them up just for her, and the thought of it put butterflies in her stomach and made her pulse flutter. They always calmed her, especially when the normal lights were off like they were right now. Almost, in a small way, the environment reminded her of the warm feeling she had gotten from her own apartment as a child. In Adrian’s bedroom, there were no issues she had previously faced, and none were yet to come. It was just one bedroom like her apartment had been. 

“Nova?” She heard Adrian from the stairs that connected his bedroom to the general floor of the Mayor’s Mansion. 

 “Are you okay?” He asked her in a voice that Nova knew by heart. It was full of kindness, and care, some of the things she liked most about him. 

Shaking her head no, she tried to speak, something that had always been hard for her when upset.

“N-no,” Her voice quivered gently. His eyes were so soft and caring. Nova thought it must have been her imagination, the way he looked at her. It was so full of kindness and love, all the things Nova had never truly experienced for herself.

 “Do you want to talk to me about it,” Adrian asked, gently placing his hand on her arm to steady her shaking. 

“Yeah. I think I do,” She said, still a little shaky. Adrian was still looking at her, and it made her feel better to know that he always wanted her to take her time. He would never rush her, he would never leave. He was always there for her. “So, what happened is I started having memories about my family on Christmas Eve. No traumatic flashbacks. Just good ones. They still hurt a little though.” 

“They would have been so proud of you,” His smile crinkled and widened just enough that Nova could see the little dimple above his cheek that she always prided herself on getting to see. 

“How do you know?” She asked, uncertain. She had done so many terrible things that she was aware of. Maybe she had been guilt-tripped and manipulated, but she had still done them. She had been faced with a decision between doing right, and doing wrong. and every single time she had chosen wrong. She had been very, very wrong. 

“Dad always says that whenever you do good things, even just simplethings, like smiling or playing with Max, he always sees your father in you. And I bet you have so much of your mother in you too. Trust me, they would have been so proud.” 

A small grin started to appear on her face. “Do you really think they would have been?” 

“I know they would have been.” She sat with him there on his old, musty couch for what could have been minutes, or could have been hours. She had always been used to the silence of nights, so being in a basement with the lights off, in silence, that just made it so much better. 

Finally, the self-doubt started to arise again. It had never been uncommon for her. The only difference was that now she cared to do something about it. 

“Hey, Adrian?” She said softly, her breath still caught from the tears that had only recently cleared up. 

“Yes Baby Girl?” He said with that look in his eyes that made Nova want to fall in love with him all over again. She wished she could. 

“Can I have a hug?” She asked, almost embarrassed that she had such an absurd request. 

“I’ll give you as many hugs as you want. All I want is for you to be happy, and if that means hugs, I’ll hug you until the day I die, Nova Artino.”  As she wrapped her arms around Adrian, she felt all the anxiety, stress and worries that had been piling up inside her flooded out. It was just her and Adrian. No one else mattered. No one else was there. 

They remained silent, and Adrian’s fingers worked their way through her hair. She would probably never admit to him how much she enjoyed it. Actually, she loved it when he touched him at all. 

“Ew! You two are gross!” Tearing away from Adrian’s embrace, she turned to see Max fake-gagging on the staircase.

Nova turned to Adrian, grinning. “Did you hear that?” She asked Adrian, still grinning, “He thinks we’re adorable.” 

Max opened his mouth to protest, but before he could say anything, she put her arms around Adrian’s neck, pulled him close, and kissed him. 

She was absolutely positive that this was better than the first time they had kissed. When they had kissed the first time, she had been so troubled, and so touch-starved. Truthfully, she was still touch-starved, and every time she neared Adrian, she became more so. It was that when they kissed now, they weren’t enemies. They were just two kids who were over-the-moon for each other. 

“Can you guys stop?” She heard Max’s adorable yet annoying voice in the background. 

In response, Adrian pulled her closer, wrapping his arms around her waist. Laughing, Max started to make his way up the stairs, “I’ll just tell Dad and Pops you two don’t want your Christmas Eve gifts then….” 

Letting her lips leave Adrian’s Nova looked at Max. “Gifts?” 

“I knew that would get your attention,” Max grinned, “I heard Simon saying he got you a pretty great gift.

She looked over to Adrian, who was grinning as wide as Max, and he nodded in confirmation. 

They all started up the stairs, and Nova stopped. The feeling she was experiencing was like no other, and for once, she felt happy. Just plain happy. There was no added stress or anxiety, just happiness. 

“Nova? Are you okay?” Adrian looked at her, puzzled. 

“Yeah,” She smiled. “I’m happy.”

[koco-coko]

Risen / a Renegades fanfic

Takes place after Supernova, heavy spoilers ahead!

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There will always be villains, and this time around, they both want vengeance.

Margaret White wants three things. Control, a helmet, and a long-gone sister. Riley Darkholme wants three things. Fame, respect, and a real friend. Maggie vowed to make sure that the world was right, to take over and make sure 'Power Classism' would never come to fruition. She vowed to be the best (worst?) supervillain Gatlon has never seen. Riley vowed to prove that she was important, and not just some freak into horror movies and the occult. She vowed to be known, seen, and heard by the whole world.

They both want vengeance, and they know they're going to need help with it. A bit of manipulation here, a hint of raising the dead there... What could go wrong?

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Prologue:

This was the worst idea she'd ever have. Really, why was she even here? Did she really think this would work? I mean, she could control their bodies, sure, but bring them back from the dead? That was unheard of! Mostly because she hadn’t tried it, but still. Perhaps it would work. Remember the sigils, Riley told herself, clutching ink tight in her hand. Life, Strength, Vengeance, and Healing. She repeated those nonstop, holding the ink tighter. That little necklace could block out Agent N, and Sketch was able to tattoo himself powers. Bringing back someone from the dead with a complete will and consciousness didn’t seem impossible. She just had to get it right. First, she would try a pentagram around the coffin, if that didn’t work, she’d say: “Malcom, I need to inspect her body. The Council asked me to make sure it was still in good condition.” She had already studied the Everhart family’s handwriting, so forging wouldn’t be too difficult.

The Renegade-sanctioned graveyard was a strange place. Not many came to visit, very few people even knew it existed. It was just an expensive field full of nothing but forgotten memories. Names and faces nobody cared for anymore. On one side, there were the mass graves of those faceless people lost in the Age of Anarchy, then the other corner had Renegades who died while in the field. That corner usually got more visitors. Occasionally, a relative would visit the corner full of Anarchists. They weren’t allowed many graces, mostly just tossed into holes of dirt made with no caution. Riley tried to treat them better, especially the newest ones. Winston was already buried, but Riley still needed to find a coffin fit for Honey Harper. Something not beautiful, but more graceful than just a slot in the ground and a toss in it.

She arrived at the tombstone. Surprisingly, it wasn’t as large and grand as people would think. No statue, no big decorated headstone. Just a few flowers laid on top of a flat plaque. It blended in perfectly with all the other Renegade tombs, though her’s had a few more flowers around it. How many had Adrian drawn for her? It was so quiet so evil-doers wouldn’t target and defile it. Someone like her.

This was the worst idea she’d ever had. If she really brought her back to life, what would people think? Would Adrian be elated? What would the council say? Was her power too much, something that she never should use? An affront to all that is good and decent, as Mary Shelly would say?

She read the name and took a deep breath, holding the book of occult practices and the ink. 

For a better future, She told herself, For Maggie. For everyone . She slapped a slip of paper with a carefully drawn pentagram against the name. And for getting that damn helmet.

Georgia Rawles. Alias, Lady Indomitable. 

Courageous hero and loving mother.

“One cannot be brave who has no fear.”

—

3 years before the Supernova…

“Uh, hi! I’m Riley,” She said, picking at the hems of the messy, torn dress. She had tried finding something pretty to wear, but nothing she had was in great condition. It just came with constantly being around the dead. 

The girl with a bob cut looked her up and down, cracking a smile. Riley couldn’t tell if they were mocking her or not. At first, the girl didn’t respond. Riley’s stare was unwavering. It probably freaked her out enough to make her talk. “You’re the new cleanup kid?” Then she laughed. Riley stepped back. “They should probably fix you up first. Were you mauled by a damn bear or something?”

Riley stared at the holes on her socks. “Well, I don’t really have a good home, if you get what I mean.”

The girl raised a brow, “Oh.” Things were silent from there. She just seemed plain annoyed with her already. Did she do something wrong? She didn’t really know the manners of being a Renegade, so maybe. Was she even one of them? It was still something that the stingy older heroes were debating as they spoke. Riley sat on the bench next to her. The girl scooted the opposite way. 

“So, um, you’re Magpie, right?” Riley asked.

“Don’t call me that. That name’s stupid,” Magpie spat back, crossing her arms.

Riley nodded and smiled. “Maggie, then? That’s cool. I like that name. Way cooler than Magpie.”

“Yeah, sure. Whatever.”

Tough crowd, huh? Riley kneaded the thin fabrics of her dress between her fingers. Was she like this was everyone, or was Riley just especially annoying? It was a bit hard to tell why she was so terse. “Is it true you can sense how much money things are worth?”

Maggie didn’t give her the luxury of responding, instead lending a simple hum. Sweet Rot, she really didn't want to be here anymore. Maybe she didn't need the cuff of her pants fixed, actually. Maggie scanned the hallway, planning her escape plan.

Before she could take an eye off the door, Riley’s eyes lit up. “That’s cool! How much does this thing cost?” she instantly dug into her purse, only to pull out an old book with a leather bound cover. Several symbols were etched into the corners, but most noticeable was the goat's skull in the center.

Maggie’s nose scrunched in disgust, “What the hell even is that thing?”

“It’s a book, silly!” Riley giggled. She opened the book to show to her new ‘friend,’ even if Maggie was leaning the other way. Riley had to show her now! As soon as they came out with her cleanup outfit, Magpie would certainly run the other way. “It’s all about the occult and supernatural things and stuff! It’s so neat, isn’t it?” she shoved the open pages into Maggie’s face. Her eyes skimmed over the picture of an old drawing of a demon-like figure. It looked a bit like Gargoyle, actually.

For a reason unknown to Riley, it seemed the gruesome images actually made the black haired girl’s scowl fade ever so slightly. “Freaky,” she smirked nervously, taking the book into her hands and flipping through the pages. “Why do you even have this?”

“It was my dad’s.”

“ M’kay. Why’d he have it?”

Riley shrugged. “It might be how I got my powers. I can’t remember if he gave it to me before or after they developed.” the girl raised her arms into the air, her fingers curled into a ‘scary position.’ “Sometimes I wonder if they come from the book and I really have ghost powers!”

Maggie’s eyes widened. Something about those words struck her. It was quiet as Riley’s arms hung awkwardly in the air. They soon lowered in embarrassment as Maggie’s mind ran. “Huh. What are your powers, anyway?” Riley twirled one of her tight coils around her fingers. The rest of her hair was up in two buns. Maggie had to wonder if those were forever stuck in that position from all the grime caught between each curl. “It’s a bit weird,” Riley said with a nervous grin.

Maggie scoffed, “I doubt I’ll mind.”

“Fine then, but you can’t tell anyone!” Riley leaned in close to the girl, her grin growing childishly wide. “I can sense dead people.”

Maggie blinked. Then she looked her up and down again. “Like, corpses and stuff?”

Riley nodded, her smile reaching her ears. “Yep! Like, um, is there an old lady on the…” Riley closed her eyes. The hairs on her arm and back of her neck stood up like a honing device. “I think the sixth floor?” Maggie, albeit hesitantly, nodded. Riley opened her eyes, “Let’s just say someone should probably go check on her. I’m pretty certain she’s not taking a nap on her lunch break.”

“Damn,” Maggie said, “Well, it was Lauren’s time. She was just some cranky hag anyway.”

Riley gasped and tore the book from Maggie’s hands. “Don’t speak ill of the dead! She was probably a great old lady!” 

Before the black haired girl could retort, a young and tall woman poked her head from the door they sat next to. “Riley Darkholme?” she called, staring at the clipboard to be certain he said the name right. It wasn’t exactly common.

“That’s me!” Riley went straight back to her chipper attitude and skipped off the bench. “See ya later, Magpie!” she quickly covered her mouth, “Maggie! Sorry. Maggie, Maggie…” she repeated the name as the man led her through the door to be fitted for her shiny new uniform. Just like she thought, Maggie left as soon as she was free. Hopefully she'll come back. Riley didn’t want to miss out on another friend. Unsurprisingly, she didn’t happen to have all too many. 

So, Riley stood in a T as the lady measured her arms and legs and tried to fit her perfectly. The woman bit her tongue as she rolled up the cuff of her pants, completely focused on her work. Riley was too, her eyes closed as she hummed a small tune. Then they burst open, “Woah! The Renegade’s have a morgue? ” she asked, leaning down to the woman. “That’s so neat. I wanna work there!”

The seamstress jumped a bit, only to chuckle awkwardly. “Uh, yeah. I guess we do? Good to know,” the woman said, before returning to the janitorial team jumpsuit. She grumbled to herself as she stuck one of the bobby pins from her auburn hair into the pant leg, “They really need to get a better selection of child uniforms. All-around unisex is not cutting it these days, I swear…”

“What’s your name?” Riley asked, peering down.

“Isa, but if you're one of the annoying ones you’d call me Ruler Girl.” She said. Isa left and headed towards a table full of extra buttons, thread, and scissors. “I can see exact measurements of just about everything,” She continued, a bit more prideful than she should’ve been.

 Riley tilted her head like a dog. “Really? Sooo , how much does the mirror right there measure?”

Isa barely glanced at it. She knew the entire room like the back of her own hand. “22 centimeters in width and 55 centimeters in length.”

“Weird. That’s a tiny mirror.”

“It’s just for doing my makeup in the morning, really.”

Riley was then ordered to climb out of the brown jumpsuit with Renegade branding all over and sit on a tiny chair nearby. “This shouldn’t take long,” Isa said as she began to cut and sew at her desk. She grumbled minor complaints each time she poked her thumb with the pins and needles, but otherwise left Riley to her own thoughts.

To be a Renegade… It was an honor! Honestly, she didn’t think they’d find her powers useful (or safe). In part because she lied about their extent. Yes, she could sense the locations of the deceased, but there was more to it. She could control them, like the Puppeteer did to his victims. Without the strings, too! It was so cool to watch in action! All she needed to do was slap a few talismans and sigil slips onto their body, and boom! Real-life zombies! 

Of course, this would have her thrown in Cragmoor the second anyone found out, but it was pretty handy on its own few occasions. Especially when she found roadkill and there were some bandits nearby. A zombie deer can scare the crap out of more people than one would think. So, instead, she could sense them.

“Hey, girlie? One question,” Isa piped up as she wrapped a band-aid around a newly pricked finger, “Why’d you want to work at the morgue? You know what that place is, right?”

Riley was smiling wide. “Yep! I just think dead stuff is cool. Did I show you my book? It’s got the instructions to summoning circles and how to sacrifice people to whatever demonic entity you want and-”

“Sweet Rot, I think they’re just letting anyone into the Renegades nowadays,” Isa said. From then on, she chose to keep her mouth shut.

Riley sighed. It happened every time. Every single time she got excited or asked about her interests, it scared people off. Yet, she still didn’t know how to hide it. It was just so interesting! Everyone should know about it! From the strangers on the street to Captain Chromium himself!

Of course, that would never happen, but… For the world to know her name? To respect her and the power she had over the undead? It was a fantasy she’s had for quite some time. 

—

3 years after the Supernova…

Maggie groaned. It had to be here, somewhere! At the very least there should be a paper trail! But no, there was no sign of it. Without that damn helmet, she wouldn’t be able to get anything done. Metal manipulation was cool, sure, but it wasn’t strong enough to lift a building, now was it? She needed to amplify it, otherwise she’d be nothing more than a petty thief.

So, she dug into a pile of bones with that same scowl of disgust. The cathedral was never in great condition since the Battle of Gatlon, but it was in more disrepair than even the movies would want to show. The notorious belltower where it all went down was completely demolished, nothing but a shell of brick and mortar. Piles of bones littered the entire place, heaps on heaps of skulls and half-finished skeletons. It stank of death and despair. Of broken dreams and promises of the legendary Nightmare. Ugh, Nightmare. Or was it Insomnia? She couldn’t tell anymore. Not like she got to have a heart-to-heart with the googly-eyed lovey-dovey ���hero.’ 

Each and every pile revealed nothing. Not even a hint as to where that helmet landed! What a waste. If only it were made of metal, but no. It just had to be special and needed. Not even a trace.

Then, she heard footsteps. Soft, light, cute… Not cute in the way of Max Everhart, but gleeful. Max was cute in a sort of funny way, like ‘Hey! This kid saved the world! Weird, right?’ But these steps were skips and a heavier pair was following close behind. Maggie quickly dove behind a pile of bones combined with a mound of dirt. Of course it had to be now. What would she say? Did one of those new vigilantes see her being suspicious? Everyone saw themself as a ‘hero’ now. What a load of bull. Soon enough, everything would go back to normal and Maggie would emerge victorious, the only one who prepared such destruction and terror. Well, either that, or she’d finally find that helmet and take over before that would happen. Or maybe just destroy. She was still debating if she wanted the stress of being all-powerful and in control or not.

“Oh, I thought I heard something,” the intruder said, tapping her chin and scanning the area. Oh, she knew that face, but a name didn’t appear. She’d only seen her occasionally, especially during the era of Nightmare’s attacks. From the glimpses she could catch, she saw that girl with two fluffy buns on her head waving her hand as she dragged a corpse in her other. “Well, guess it’s just me and the dead. Hi, old friends!” she shouted. The ragged dress she wore from their first meeting was gone, replaced with a nice, velvety black dress with a Renegade broch over her heart. Still, it had been tarnished with dirt and other nebulous stains. Her hair was cleaner than it used to be, at least. You could tell curls and coils from the muck and junk of a few years ago. The urge to take this broch, too, was overwhelming. “Hey, Malcolm! You sure we’re gonna find Honey this time?”

Just through a crack in her hiding spot, through a tibia and forearm, Maggie saw a lanky and pale man stride with his hands in his pockets. Unlike the girl, he wore a clean suit and fedora to match. He looked like a lawyer, but something about him just seemed too off to be that. His eyes were thin as he surveyed the area. “I don’t know. It’s your power. I’m surprised you didn’t find her the first time,” Malcolm said, taking his hat off as a sign of (albeit it very little) respect.

"Uh, sorry to disappoint. That's not how it works," Riley stated. She picked up a skull that hid a bit of Maggie's hair. Thank the heavens her black bob blended into the wall. "I sense dead people. Not a single dead person. As you can see," She waved her head around the skull. The jaw feel off and broke onto the floor, "Lotsa' dead people." It seemed like only Maggie was frightened by the display of such rickety bones.

"Hm, I see," Malcom responded, monotonously. 

Maggie bit her lip. If she got caught here, she'd be locked up for sure. If they were still doing that. Would they really be a 'fair trial,' as those sheep were spouting? Riley examined the mound of bones Maggie was crouched behind. She froze up. Crap, was this it? Would the weird corpse girl be the one to end her quest for total power? No. Because Maggie wouldn't go down so pathetically.

When Riley sighed and looked to the floor, Maggie took the opportunity to bolt from the dirt hill and into a crevice created by shattered stairs. Only half of the stairwell remained while the rest of the wood existed as collateral on the floor. How was the place still open to the public? The little structure left was ready to cave in on itself. Maggie pulled the strings to her hoodie, the hood tightening around her head. She watched the pair with the eyes of a hawk.

The girl with two fluffy buns and dark skin rubbed a skull loving, sorrow filling her mournful stare. "Isn't it tragic, Malcom?"

"Shouldn't you be looking for Queen Bee?" Malcom's face tightened with disdain.

"I know, I know. It's just…" Riley sighed, her eyes heavy, "It's tragic. All these unknown names, stories, faces… How many future doctors and novelists do you think are just gone now? All the dreams and ideas and families…" Riley's chest felt heavy.

Her superior seemed indifferent. "They're Anarchists, the scum of Gatlon. Plain and simple."

"Don't speak ill of the dead!" Riley snapped, whipping her head to glare at him. Malcolm simply rolled his eyes and went about his business with crossed arms and a hunched position. “No respect whatsoever,” she murmured.

Maggie kept watching them, so cautiously. Thoughts crept in on her. They’re like you, the voices said. No. No they weren’t. As if you and Callum switched places. Her heart sank. Even now, thoughts of him still haunted her. Every little bit of existence was filled with Callum, Callum, Callum. She couldn’t take it. It was because of failing heroes and incompetent villains that he died. It was because of Nightmare. Nova Artino. That was her end goal. Make her fall and the world would be right again. Margaret White would finally get her rightful due. All the money in the world, a rightful throne above it all, and a dead Insomnia at her feet. Callum would finally be avenged.

But she needed that damn helmet.

Next part

[merkittyhufflepuff]

[princessselene126]

Spit It Out Already

Hello my darlings. I’m back with another fic. Someone requested Hugh and Simon finding out Nova is pregnant as part of this series, so I’m here to deliver (it’s a bit more Nova/family centric than I planned, so sorry about that). THIS FIC CONTAINS SUPERNOVA SPOILERS. 1399 words of family fluff, wedding joy, and baby announcement bliss. I know I headcanoned Nova and Adrian having a small wedding, but let’s be honest, they’re basically famous and wouldn’t be able to get away with that, no matter how much Nova wants to. So they’re having a big wedding in this. (At the bottom are pictures of what I imagine Nova’s wedding dress to look like.)

This is part of a larger series that can be read as individual fics or one big one. If you’d like to read them in order, please go to the second masterlist linked below.

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Nova leaned back in her chair with a smile on her face. From her place, she could see her husband dancing terribly with his little brother. Well, little was starting to push it. Max was 17 now, and though he started off as a small kid, he towered over Adrian these days.

An upbeat pop song faded into a tacky love song, and Adrian and Max walked off the dance floor laughing at each other.

Nova thought back to earlier in the day when they were saying their vows. Adrian was wearing that same dazzling smile--the one that melted her heart whenever she saw it--but there’d also been tears of joy rolling down his cheeks. His face was the happiest she’d ever seen it that afternoon, and his bliss had yet to dwindle.

She cried too, of course. She cried out of her love for him and because of stupid pregnancy hormones. Nova was very quick to blame her crying on the pregnancy hormones, at least to Adrian. She couldn’t tell anyone else yet.

Maggie sat down next to her with a heavy sigh, staring ahead of them in the same direction Nova was. 

Nova’s eyes flickered over to her sister. “Something on your mind?”

“No.”

“Liar.”

Maggie turned her attention on Nova and glared at her.

“What?” Nova laughed. “We both know you’re lying, so why bother hiding it?” She straightened in her seat and put a hand on her sister’s shoulder. “You should ask him out already.”

“I--w-what?” Maggie choked, her cheeks turning pink.

Nova smiled at her and moved her hand back to her lap. “I’m serious, Maggie. We all know. Well, all of us except him, because if we’re being honest, both Everhart boys are oblivious to girls liking them.”

She watched as Maggie thought it over for a few moments. It didn’t take as long as Nova thought it would for there to be a flicker of confidence in her sister’s expression.

“Okay. Okay you’re right. I’m going to do it.”

“Whoa, wait! Before you march over there, can I please get a recording of you saying I’m right? I want to make it my new ringtone.”

Maggie rolled her eyes, pushing her chair away from the table and getting to her feet. “No. And you should lock that away in your mind, because I’m never going to say it again.” She kissed Nova on the cheek, then marched off toward the Everhart boys.

Nova smiled to herself. She watched as Maggie took Max’s hand and dragged him away from Adrian without a word. Poor Max looked beyond confused. He’d understand soon if Maggie didn’t lose her nerve. Nova hoped she didn’t.

Adrian walked over and sat in the space Maggie vacated seconds earlier. “Hello, my beautiful wife.”

Nova hummed, leaning over and resting her head on his shoulder. “Hello.”

His arm wrapped around her shoulders, pulling her closer. He pressed a kiss to the top of her head then whispered, “How are you feeling? Stomach okay?”

“Been fine all day.” she glanced down to her stomach. It was slightly swollen, but not enough that people would notice it. Only her and Adrian could tell. “I think they decided to give me a break so I could enjoy myself for once.”

“That’s nice of them.”

They stayed comfortably silent for a little bit, both taking in their surroundings. Everyone was so happy. Nova didn’t originally want such a big wedding, she would have been just fine with only their friends and family, but she had to admit, this was nice. She wouldn’t have had it any other way. 

“Did you want to tell them tonight?” Nova whispered. “When the reception is over?”

Adrian nodded, looking down at her. “If you’re okay with that.”

“Yeah. I’m three months so we’re past the stage where it’s likely I’ll miscarry. At this point baby Everhart should be here to stay.”

“Baby Everhart-Artino,” Adrian corrected.

Nova smiled and pressed a kiss to his cheek. “I told you we don’t have to hyphenate, they can take your name.”

“Nova, you’re keeping Artino and they should have part of your name. You’re the one that’s carrying them around for nine months while I sit here or run and get you pickles. You’re the one that’ll give birth to them. So… they’re going to have both our names.”

Goddamnit, now she was crying again. “Okay.”

Adrian swiped her tears away with his thumb then pressed a soft kiss to her lips.

It was well past midnight when the party finally died down. The ballroom they’d rented out was a complete disaster, but Nova supposed it could have been worse. There were streamers and glitter all over the place. A few stragglers remained, but for the most part it was just her, Adrian, their family, and close friends.

“That was some shin-dig you guys!” Oscar slurred as he swayed on his feet, tipsy from drinking so much. 

Ruby wrapped her arm around his waist to steady him. “Did you just say ‘shin-dig’?”

“Yeah. So?”

She laughed. “You’re a dork.”

“Yeah, but I’m your dork.”

Danna rolled her eyes at them. “You’re a dork who needs to go to bed and take some advil so you don’t die in the morning from the headache you’re going to have.” She looked at Ruby. “I can help you get him upstairs.”

“Thanks. We’ll see you tomorrow,” Ruby said to the rest of them as she and Danna walked Oscar out of the ballroom.

Nova wrapped her arms around Adrian’s waist and looked up at him. “I think it’s time, mahal ko,” she whispered.

His eyes flickered to his parents and brother, then to Nova’s little sister. She was right. Only the five of them remained; it was time to share the news. “You want to do the honors?”

“No, you can do it.” She pressed a soft kiss to his lips then turned around in his arms. She made sure his hands stayed on her though, happy that they rested almost protectively over her stomach. “Hey, guys,” Nova called their family over, “we have something we want to say before we all head to our rooms.”

Hugh, Simon, Max, and Maggie gathered in front of them.

There was a moment of hesitation before Adrian started talking. “Dads, Max, Maggie, thank you all so much for helping with everything that went into planning this the last year. We know we weren’t the easiest, but it really means a lot how much you helped us.”

Maggie tilted her head to the side, listening intently.

“And because you’re our family, well…”

“Spit it out already!” Max said.

“We wanted you to be the first to know that Nova’s three months pregnant.”

There was a brief pause before everyone was hugging them. Hugh and Simon wrapped themselves around Adrian from behind, and Max and Maggie, wrapped around Nova from the front. There was laughing and maybe some crying, but they were all overwhelmingly happy.

“I knew it!” Maggie said.

Nova had one arm wrapped around her sister’s waist. “What do you mean you knew it? How could you have possibly known?”

“You left the pregnancy test on the top in the waste basket, dumb ass.”

“We’re so happy for you,” Simon said to them. “A little surprised, thought maybe you’d wait a few years to start having kids, but still so happy.”

“It wasn’t planned,” Adrian said, “but we’re happy too.”

“That-that’s good,” Hugh sniffled.

Nova was surprised by the sound and turned to face Adrian and his dads. “Hugh, are you crying?” She’d never seen Hugh cry. Not when someone got hurt, not when Nova and Adrian got engaged, never. She’d never seen it.

“Yes. I’m so happy for you.”

Nova pulled herself out of her husband’s arms, grabbed her father-in-law’s wrists, and yanked him into a hug.

“Thank you,” she breathed. “Thank you for everything.” 

If Hugh and Simon hadn’t believed in her, hadn’t believed that she was a changed person after the Supernova, then she probably wouldn’t be where she was today. She wouldn’t have gone to therapy and worked through her trauma. She probably wouldn’t have stayed with Adrian if they’d disapproved. She wouldn’t have done so many things. 

“Thank you for making him happy,” Hugh whispered so only she could hear.

Nova smiled, a tear leaking from her eye as she hugged him tighter.