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I would welcome Aesir Shade in God of War, tired of the bullshit of Asgard and settling in Midgard or something. Could even have broken Female Baldur's curse, who is now a yandere and is also on the run from a pissed of Odin, and Freya.
 
I'm just wondering how and why Thor hasn't come around like a bullly jock smelling the scent of "new school transfer nerd".

Also, I see that Commissioner Shade has been inspired by the Terran Dominion's practice of using resoc'ed criminals to bolster its Marines.
 
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Send suggestions for snippets :V Shade is back with better glasses, and thus can actually see what he's writing!

How about Valkyria Chronicles?

Here's the prompts I wrote before. (Looking back at the post again I realize that was a bad time to post my suggestions. My bad)
My prompts:

- Shade ending up in Europa decades before canon as a Darcsen (Basically the Not!Jews of the Valkyria Chronicles setting who are discriminated for the Darcsen calamity that happened around 2000 years ago with their hair color making them stand out for persecution and racism) in the nation of Zwolle (Not!Italy judging from the map of Europa) and ends up participating in EW1 to fight the East Europan Imperial Alliance (the evil Commie Nazi Bismarckian Habsburg Tsarist empire).

- Shade as the heir to the throne of Gallia and Cordelia's older brother.

- Shade as either Maximilian (Imperial prince and the big bad of the first game) or at least an Imperial native who gives the middle finger to dumb luck protagonist plot armor and the badly written power of friendship moments (Apparently it can cure color blindness as seen in the second game).

- Shade as Dahau's (the big bad of the third game) highly competent second in command of the Darcsen resistance against the Empire
 
Prince Shade, Kidnapped Extraordinaire Part Five [Super Mario/SI]
I am once again here to demand Prince Shade being a wholesome father to Bowsette Jr. the last one was a direct injection of goodness into my bloodstream.
I'm with this guy, me want see more Prince Shade.

Prince Shade, Kidnapped Extraordinaire Part Five [Super Mario/SI]

Kitchen Island was a place of food. Captain Syrup was a good cook. No, scratch that, she was an amazing cook. She was also very good with children, seeing how she pacified Bowsette Junior with a large ice-cream cone and had the girl intrigued with the idea of a 'fashion' show with some stolen clothes from unlucky ship travelers.

She did have a questionable line of work though, and seemed interest in gold just as much as she was interested in my ability to eat whatever she cooked, but then again my stomach hadn't been born of starvation, water and bread, but of all-you-can-eat buffets in the Mushroom Kingdom and feasts that clearly, couldn't have the food left to spoil!

"I'd eat your cooking every day," I said with a sigh of bliss. I patted my stomach, feeling drowsiness overtake me.

"That can be arranged~" Captain Syrup said cheerfully, a smile on her lips.

I would have arched an eyebrow, but the drowsiness completely overtook me, and I fell peacefully asleep. Oh. Wow. Well, what to say-she was pretty good at her kidnapping job then...

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Bowsette Junior was wondering when the 'fashion show' would begin. Her ice-cream had just been finished, and she was staring at a stage in a theater-like room expecting some manner of model to pop out at any moment. She tapped her feet against the ground, and then started getting annoyed.

"What's the matter with you people?!" she grumbled, standing up from her seat. As she neared the stage and flipped the curtains open, they fell down to reveal a wooden wall. "What!?"

As she turned around, she noticed that most of the theater's chairs were only cardboard, and that the door had been replaced with bars while she was waiting for the show to start. Had they imprisoned her!? Absolutely not! She rushed to the bars, pulling on them back and forth, "Let me out or you'll regret it! Let me out! Dad! Mom! Someone get me out!"

One of the pirate gooms, the creatures that formed the backbone of Captain Syrup's army, decided to poke at her with the tip of his spear. It did remarkably little to her toughened hide, but quite a lot to her simmering anger.

"You think you can do this to me? Bowsette Junior!? I'm the daughter of Bowsette! I'm the future Koopa Queen! I'll burn you to roast! Char you on coal! See how you like my flames!" and with that said, she filled her lungs with air and then spewed out a mighty bout of fire. Well, in her modest opinion it was an amazing amount of fire. In truth it just slightly burned the pirate goom, and made him scarper.

But it did work in making her jailer lose the key to her cell. Which meant she was free! And angry!

And when her mom or her dad found out about this, then Captain Syrup was gonna be sorry! She'd be praying forgiveness on her hands and knees and she, Bowsette Junior, wasn't gonna give any mercy! She was going to fill her with fire! Yeah! That was what she was gonna do as soon as she found what hallway led out of the dungeons and back to the kitchen!

...Had she been brought here through that passage, or this door? Well, only one way to find out!

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I yawned as my eyes opened to a sumptuous bed. Uh. I had slept like a log after lunch apparently. Captain Syrup was scribbling a letter by the nearby desk, humming all the while. I tried to stand up, but my legs and arms were strapped to the sides of the bed.

"Ahem," I said. "This is new. And low. Bowsette never sunk this low."

"I'm simply holding you prisoner for ransom," Captain Syrup pointed out. "I have both the statue and the Toadstool's prince. I'm pretty sure this time around, your kingdom's going to pay up."

"Eh," I said with a sigh. "Knowing how things go, your people are about to have a very bad time."

"Is that a threat? I think I might come to like a feisty partner!" Captain Syrup said, sounding quite cheerful about it. Was she willfully ignorant of how things went? Considering the place I was in, probably.

"I swear," I muttered. I gave a hesitant attempt at prying my wrists free from the manacles, but much to my surprise they were quite tight. "This isn't your first time tying someone up to a bed, is it?"

"How did you know?" she asked, grinning and sashaying closer.

"Well," I sighed, "It's a bit of a pity though. If you had left my arms free, I might have snuggled with you out of my own will."

"Aw, I actually didn't think about that-" she said, blinking. "Well, I thought this was going to be considerably harder."

"You're a good cook and I'm sure there's a sweet girl underneath the pirate attire. How about you just let one of my arms free rather than both, so you can trust on me being honest about snuggling?" I mused with a cheerful smile.

Bowsette had learned a long time ago that to leave one of my arms free meant that I could actually choke-hold someone into catatonic slumber -breaking necks was a big no-no around these parts, so everything was pretty much non-lethal- and had soon decided to just stop tying me up. Since, again, she could be devious and yet moronic at the same time.

Captain Syrup didn't have Bowsette's knowledge.

She also expected a 'snuggle-hug' and not a throat constricting moment that soon ended with her unconscious and with me filching the keys from her person to then free the rest of my limbs.

As I massaged my wrists, I exhaled. "Now, to find Bowsette Junior and leave this place."

I wasn't that worried that she'd been hurt. I left Captain Syrup unconscious on the bed, and then left through the main door. Outside, a pair of penguins holding on to beer mugs of all things stared at me ever so briefly. I arched an eyebrow.

"Are those supposed to be weapons?" I asked, offhandedly walking towards them.

The two penguins looked at one another, and then threw their beers in my direction. My mouth closed, the malty liquid splashed against my face and then dripped down my clothes.

I blinked.

They stared at me in wonder.

I cracked my knuckles and drew closer. They started squawking and running in circles from sheer fear -for some reason- and then slammed into one another and knocked each other unconscious as I proceeded past them. Sometimes I wondered whether the insanity was born that way, or whether some manner of god nurtured it into existence.

After the penguins, however, were more 'normal' enemies. Small, chunky wolves with daggers, molemen twirling spiked maces, and ducks holding on to boomerangs.

"Honestly, I would have rather preferred the beer throwing penguins," I grumbled as I hastily ducked behind the cover of a convenient hallway-table, half a dozen of knives slamming into the sides, five boomerangs flying back and forth overhead, and the molemen advancing while emitting sharp war cries.

The moment they got close enough, I lunged with my cover forward, slamming it into the first in line. The table broke, bits and pieces of wood remaining on the ground as two of the legs remained as makeshift clubs in my hands. I ducked under a swing, slamming a cub in someone's back, twirling like in an action movie going slow-motion, a kick took down the knee of another moleman, and my teeth clenched around the tip of a dagger that had gotten too close to my face.

"ffffff-" I hissed out as I spat the knife out. It turned out that they had smooth edges and were made of some manner of hardened foam. It hurt, but it did not actually shatter my teeth. Were my teeth all there? "Look where you're throwing those!" I yelled at the chonky-wolf, who looked quite chagrined. He had aimed for my body, not my face.

My left hand let go of the club, grabbing instead one of the molemen's twirling maces and spinning it into a couple of charging ducks, boomerangs held high while quacking angrily in my direction. They flew off in the air like humans when Sauron swung at them; their feathers exploding brightly in the air as they fell on the ground with stars twirling on their heads.

I took aim and threw a club at a chonky-wolf, who answered by jumping to play fetch with it; then, he got a boomerang in the stomach as finishing blow.

The rest of his peers were soon met with my unrelenting assault, and ran away while yipping in fear. I exhaled, looked at my ruined clothes, and then scratched the side of my head. "Not so tough when it's not one-hit KOs uh," I chuckled. "Just how many floors is this place anyway-and where's Bowsette Junior? Should have asked someone-"

I noticed a moleman trying to scamper off, failing futilely to dig his way on the floor below. I grabbed him by the scruff of the neck, and opened the nearby window.

"Where's the kid?" I asked, calmly.

"D-Dungeons! B-Bottom floor!" he said.

I looked down at the castle's entrance from the window. It was quite a few floors down. "Where's the stairs?" I asked, and once I received a reply, I happily let him go to the tender mercies of gravity.

He bounced back up to the same floor without a single scratch on him, as it turned out the grounds of the castle were made of some manner of bouncing toffee-like substance. With that out of the way, I decided chairs were for morons.

My bouncing-landing led me to power-jump across the grounds to the main door, just in time to watch them burst up in flames as Bowsette Junior emerged from their cindered remains, feral smile on her face like a miniature cute Godzilla and clutching in her hands an unconscious Pirate Goom.

"Dad!" she said cheerfully at my sight, before dropping the Pirate Goom and lunging for me. I bent down on one knee to steady myself, receiving and returning the hug while shaking her right and left a bit.

"Hey there kiddo!" I said cheerfully, raising her up by her midriff with both of my hands so that she was eye-level with me. "Guess these guys were really mean. Can you believe they knocked me unconscious? Are you okay? Did they hurt you?" I then placed her on my shoulders, holding her legs tightly so she wouldn't risk falling down.

"Pfuit!" Bowsette Junior snickered, "As if they could! One of them tried to poke me with a stick, but I burned them! And then broke free! And then I burned a few more! I was looking for ice-cream but I got lost-" she said, "Do you think we can break into their kitchen and get some? It was really tasty!"

"I don't know, might be too much sugar in our diet already," I said. "Did you remember to brush your teeth? Where's your travel kit with your toothbrush?"

Bowsette Junior didn't answer at first, and then she coughed. "I think I burned it. By mistake."

"Sure. Sure." From one of my pockets, I filched out a spare one. "Let's find their ship and get back to Auntie Daisy. I'm sure their ship has a water basin or something."

Bowsette huffed and kicked her legs back and forth against me. "Brushing teeth is for losers! You rip them out, and they grow right away!"

"That's Koopa genetics at work," I pointed out. "But why go through the pain of ripping them out? Just take care of them! Less pain that way! Also, don't you want to give people bright, happy smiles?"

"Terrifying smiles!" Bowsette Junior said instead, huffing. "I want people scared of my smiles!"

"Well, same thing. Can't do a terrifying smile with half the teeth missing from your mouth, or growing back slowly now, can you?" I said with a chuckle, the trek to the docks apparently having to go through some manner of haunted woods.

A pity, because woods burned very brightly when they had the unfortunate problem of being scary to Bowsette Junior.

"It wasn't my fault!" Bowsette yelled as I simply dashed through the flaming woods that would soon become ash and cinder. "He scared me!"

A ghastly 'sous-chef' was guilty of giving a big 'boo' attack. The end result was flamethrower-mode engaged until everything stopped being scary, which again, resulted in me running with Bowsette Jr under my arm all the way to a cliff.

Thankfully, at the bottom of the cliff was the ocean, and close-by was the ship.

At that point, I just jumped into the sea uncaring of gravity, physics and everything obvious. Bowsette Junior screamed in sheer delight, a long-lasting 'weeeeeeee' that ended with us both slamming into the water at terminal velocity, breaking through and then swimming towards the anchor-chain of the docked ship.

From there, it was startling easy to climb aboard and pull up the anchor, setting sail just the two of us back to Daisy's summer palace, while behind us, Kitchen Island apparently burned.

Sugar was a very good fire-conductor; very flammable, especially when it spread to areas where alcohol or liqueurs were involved.

Half an hour later, and I began to relax. Bowsette Jr. was cheerfully running around the ship, finding 'treasures' and working on stuff. As long as she didn't rip pieces off the keel, she could experiment with whatever she wanted -that wasn't gunpowder, or explosive.

"That was fun!" Bowsette Junior said, a captain hat once belonging to Captain Syrup now firmly planted on her head. A cutlass in her right hand, she swung it right and left against invisible enemies. "Let's do it again tomorrow!"

"Once was enough for this year," I said with a chuckle, before frowning as a dark shape loomed over us, a foreboding chill filling my heart.

I glanced up, and saw a massive genie-like shape flying, Captain Syrup in the palm of his hand. "You thought you could escape without even saying goodbye to me!? Nobody leaves Captain Syrup! Nobody burns down Captain Syrup's kitchen and leaves! NOBODY!"

And as she yelled that and threw what looked like vividly explosive bombs from her hand, I spun the helm of the ship and dodged. They exploded in the water, but I kept the ship going wind-side.

"Man the cannons Bowsette!" I yelled, "We're taking them down!"

"Aye, aye Captain-Dad!" Bowsette Junior said, rushing to load a cannon on the side and then readying herself. "Ready to fire at your command!"

With a spun of the helm, the ship turned. With an explosion nearby, the rocking wave lifted us up at the right angle, and with my command, a cannon ball slammed into the Genie's guts and hurt him a bit.

"Back in my days, cannonballs were made of iron, not hardened lumps of sugary-coal," I growled under my breath. "Reload Officer-Daughter!" I barked.

"Aye aye!" Bowsette said cheerfully.

By the time the fifth cannonball made of sugary coal struck the genie, it finally collapsed down into the waves and we were truly cleared for the stretch home.

"All in all," I said, "I was expecting worse."

"Come on dad, when we're having this much fun together," Bowsette said, "What could possibly go wrong?"

The genie, promptly, re-emerged from the water ready for its second phase.

Seriously, where were Maria and Bowsette senior when you needed them!?
 
Send suggestions for snippets :V Shade is back with better glasses, and thus can actually see what he's writing!

Shade as a veteran Teacher in My Hero Academia and works at UA teaching a weekly course on "Surviving the Heroic Lifestyle" a.k.a. DO NOT DO THESE STUPID IDEAS!

Has to only be once weekly cause the students need that long to recover before he traumatizes them with the next lesson.

Such lessons as: Your head is unprotected, and these are all the awful things that can happen to it in the line of duty. If you are duking it out in a "fair" fight with a Villain, then the situation is already FUBAR. Do not attempt to talk down or try to understand the insane psychopath attempting whatever manic scheme they are trying to pull off, you don't have the training and they are probably too gone. Most importantly the old favorite of if your costume comes with a long cloak/cape/scarf/fabric attached to it and you don't have super strength or the means to easily free yourself... well... here is all the horrifying ways your predecessors died because of your fashion accessory!

Only reason he is even living/working at UA is because Nezu used his super intelligence to create mathematical equations of how to perfectly brew each type of coffee. With the coffee beans being processed by a Power Loader made industrial grade Coffee Maker. Under the epic brewing skill of Lunch Rush's care and attention. That it is in Shade's contract for him to receive a steady supply of without interruption.

Eraser Head once had a sip of the brew and "Erased Day" is still infamous among the faculty and student body.
 
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SHADE SENPAI BOTICED ME.

Again. That was a fun snippet. Prince Shade continues to be the most mentally healthy shade and the father of the year.
 
Shade as a class D student in Classroom Of The Elite, the madness of Shade vs the lies Ayanokouji would be a sight to see.

Or better yet, Shade gets SI into Fate/Zero as a Caster Angra Mainyu, taking the place of Gilles, Shade will mainly be in control of the body but Angra's consciousness still exists and can talk to shade, and as Angra, Shade will have a connection to the corrupted grail.
 
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How about this: shade si into any super smash bros source universe, but then the main character up and joins smash. now shade has to deal with the setting without the pivotal character.
almost any of the settings could be entertaining, metroid, any fire emblem, zelda, xenoblade, ff7. three houses is the only one that actually addresses the situation even a little bit, the byleth smash trailer is where the idea comes from.
 
Just read through all five chapters of kidnapped Prince Shade
Utterly adorable
I assuming what due to his diet Shade in this story is India' version of male beauty
 
I was listening to Casual Geographic, and for some reason his newest video had a Mario jingle...that played as I started reading. Talk about perfect timing.

Also, shouldn't polygamy be possible in the Mario verse, or is Bowsette yandere-ing her way to all possible rivals?
 
Send suggestions for snippets :V Shade is back with better glasses, and thus can actually see what he's writing!
Shade ends up in a superhero universe and is dating the world's most powerful super in her civilian disguise. Good news, she isn't a super villain!

Bad news, she is very close to being one as the stress of the job is wearing her down. Only Shade's constant loving support and the mere idea of his disapproval of her going Beware the Superwoman is keeping her on the straight and narrow now.

The elites in the supercommunity, both good and bad alike, knows this and do everything they can to make sure Shade lives a nice, comfortable, and above all else long life.
 
The Good Coffee [Original Setting]
Shade ends up in a superhero universe and is dating the world's most powerful super in her civilian disguise. Good news, she isn't a super villain!

Bad news, she is very close to being one as the stress of the job is wearing her down. Only Shade's constant loving support and the mere idea of his disapproval of her going Beware the Superwoman is keeping her on the straight and narrow now.

The elites in the supercommunity, both good and bad alike, knows this and do everything they can to make sure Shade lives a nice, comfortable, and above all else long life.

The Good Coffee

When superheroes first arrived on Earth during the height of the Cold War, people and nationalities were quick to either win them over, or try to instill rules of conduct to avoid a very bad situation where 'Tzarina Russia' could level a city with her water-related powers while on the other end 'Major Murica' could deep-fry people's brain.

Powers were as bizarre as they were varied, most had just the odd ability, like being able to make the perfect ketchup, or distinguishing the various colors in a hexadecimal scale. Half the population had powers; either because they made themselves powerful, or because they were aliens from other worlds in disguise, or for any other random reason.

There even were Leagues and Guilds; the major ones were, obviously, the League of Super-villains and the League of Superheroes. Then there were minor guilds, like 'the Sunday-Only Criminals' who had normal jobs during the week and let loose in the weekend with petty crimes, and the 'Teen Supers!' one where the age of entry was thirteen and at nineteen you were out and about.

Some kept their masks and secret identities, others didn't. It was a matter of personal preference and 'just how much can my enemies make use of this against me'.

There were even pop-idol bands; some used their super-voice powers to harmonize to a level that gave everyone happiness in their brains, and others made 'metal rock' quite a lot more metallic than it had any right to be.

Case in point, the 'Geo-Dudes' were a heavy metal-rock band made of three 'Superpowered' individuals who had the powers of Rock, Metal, and Gravity on their side.

I hadn't really been interested in their concert all that much, but they had been close enough to my home that in the end, staying awake overnight listening to them 'rave on' or staying awake by actively raving had not really given me much of a choice.

Hence, I wasn't planning on much more than getting drunk and letting the music and life itself guide me.

The mosh pit had been a mistake on the organizers' part; they should have clearly labeled which one had 'tough nuts that had abs of literal steel' in it, and which instead were meant for the squishy non-powered fellas.

It ended as things in those places tend to end; with wounded panicking, with panicking turning into a frenzy, with a frenzy turning into a regular 'every individual for himself and may god have mercy on those trampled'.

Well, the safest place to be as everyone attempted to head for the exits was to not be near said exits; better to leave last than to be smashed by someone hurrying out. The problem, again, came from some of the powered's decisions to 'panic' by throwing themselves against a wall and caving right through it.

This did not do wonders on the structural integrity of the place.

And, within mere seconds, the place collapsed.

My saving grace was that as the whole thing went down, I had jumped past the counter of the bar and dropped under it; this quick thinking reaction saved myself and the barman, who hadn't really thought much about the consequences and merely followed my cue to get to cover.

"Fucking supers," the barman muttered, debris and rocks covering our way out.

"Talk less, keep calm," I muttered back, "Someone's bound to come get us out."

"Insurance'll pay," the barman said, trying to convince himself. "It has to."

"They always bother a lot more when it's supers doing damages," I snorted back, "But I hope they give you enough."

"Thanks, real encouraging."

A couple of minutes later, like clockwork, we were saved by a couple of extremely frantic-looking super...

Supervillains?

"I-isn't that Lord Me-Fisto and Overlord Featherbundle?" the barman muttered under his breath as his eyes were bug-wide.

I swallowed and gave a very slow nod.

"Oh, curses!" Lord Me-Fisto, a man of questionable fashion choices and even more questionable name, and extremely more questionable 'battle equipment' consisting of a large metal glove, said loudly. "This is not the crumbled remains of the National bank! Quickly, Featherbundle! We must away!" and then, they both dashed off in the 'Feather-Copter'.

A giant, chicken-shaped helicopter that flew off by flapping its feathery wings and squawking all the while.

"That happened," I said, puzzled. The barman rubbed his eyes, muttered something about 'stopping it with the alcohol during work' and then not a second later a couple of superheroes actually checked on us.

"Everything's all right? Yes? No broken bones?"

'Madam TheCure' was blessed with the powers of super-healing, and after checking for injured or wounded, gave the all-clear.

I was dismissed moments later, and returned home. I had barely stepped inside that someone rang the doorbell.

With a blink, I proceeded to open it.

"Hey," I said, a smile proceeding to spread on my face.

The frazzled dark hair and the thick glasses pretty much hid a mousy face with dark brown eyes, and a willowy figure that wouldn't be remiss in a librarian of the nineties in some cheap high school movie. She was holding on to a thick book from some unknown foreign writer, and appeared to be short on breath, as if she had run a veritable marathon.

"Sorry I came by so late!" she squeaked, "I was...I was walking by and I saw the chaos nearby!"

I blinked at that. "It's...three in the morning," I said. "If you wanted to spend the night, you know you don't have to ask; you've got a spare key." I frowned. "Why did you ring the doorbell anyway?"

"A-ah...force of habit!" she breathed out before stepping inside and plopping the book down on a nearby surface. I closed the door behind her, but she immediately started to walk around me.

"...this is new though," I said.

"I just-you're not hurt, right?" she asked.

"Why would I be?" I remarked, frowning. "There was an accident at a nearby bar, but I ducked, rolled, and hid beneath a sturdy counter," I grinned, before patting my chest. "We got saved soon after."

"Good, good, good-good." She nodded repeatedly. "S-So, it's late-and I was wondering-I know it's late-"

"Again, it's a King-sized bed for a reason. Your pajamas are in the first drawer-toothbrush on the bathroom counter and-" I yawned. "I guess it's time for me to hit the bed too. I can sleep in tomorrow morning, so-if you need to go or have breakfast, the coffee's in-"

She shyly nodded, fidgeted a bit more, and then gingerly pulled me along to the bedroom.

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When she was young, her planet had been destroyed. Cast adrift in the wide galaxy, her survival had largely hinged on the automated systems of the spacecraft she had been on, which had led her to a place where she could be safe. She had been but a baby back then, but a kind couple from the countryside had found her and kept her safe.

Overtime, with more and more 'powered individuals' showing up, she had wondered if she could just reveal her true self to the world, but the problem was, she was absolutely too powerful for the situation at hand.

Sure, some superheroes had regeneration, animal-like powers, some form of damage-resistance, or could spit out poison or radiation...but she? She could rearrange her entire molecular structure to have all of those powers, together, at the same time, and while she couldn't really slow down time, she could both be extremely fast and also capable of hyper-reacting to events, effectively making her too fast to be perceived even by the fastest of camera-frames.

She hadn't wanted to be 'famous'. She hadn't really sought out crime either. She was happy enough with her life as a librarian in a quiet corner of the local town library, reading books and imagining herself in various situations, normal ones, and seeing how people without powers solved those issues.

But there were times when she had no choice but to intervene before certain situations got too much out of control, and thus the super-heroine known as 'Prime Girl' was born. She had wanted to go with 'Prim' girl, but she had misspoken during her first appearance, and so 'Prime' had been the first word out of her mouth.

Thankfully, no one had ever connected the statuesque blond-haired super-heroine with piercing blue and glowing eyes that could bench-press cars to the mousy city librarian. If they had, why, her own private life would be in great peril!

"Hello," the first time she had laid eyes on Mister Night, she hadn't really paid much attention to him. Just another citizen there to ask about where a book could or could not be. "I'd like a library card if possible."

And then he had started talking.

The accent was what bothered her. He definitely wasn't a native speaker of English, but there were bits of French and German in the mix, and was that Italian too?

"What are some nice places around here?" he had asked. "It's my second day in the city, I haven't found anything interesting yet except for the library-"

"Ah...there's a coffee shop-" she had managed to say. "Down the street, it's good enough."

"Is it? But, like, coffee the American version, or drinkable coffee?" he had asked back.

"It's...it's coffee," she had whispered back.

"I see, not a coffee gal?" he had asked with a smile.

"Not...not really," she had answered back. "I prefer the cookies that come with it."

"Ah, I like the cookies too," he had chuckled, "What's the name of coffee shop?"

"It's 'The Good Coffee'," she had said. "But please, pay attention if you're reading a book from the library and drinking-you'll have to pay for the damages."

"It's fine, it's fine," he had said, "Don't drink and read should go right next to don't drink and drive."

Then, a couple of minutes later he had returned with a cookie bag for her and a wink. "Thanks for the tip, Madam..."

"It's...It's Miss, really," she had said, grasping on to the cookie bag. "Miss Lind. Primula Lind."

"Oh? Like the flower? That's a nice name," he had replied with a smile. "I'll be off hunting for a couple of books, see you later."

He had grinned, winked and them moved off with a humming sound in his throat. She had sighed, and placed the cookie bag in her purse. It had been a nice gesture, but it wasn't really nice gestures that made someone a romantic partner.

"Oh? Fantasy, adventure and horror?" she had asked, noticing him return with one book from each categories. "You can only check out two books at a time, you know?"

He had chuckled at that. "Oh, but think of poor horror, left all alone. Come now, kind Pagemaster, I brought you cookies."

And in that moment, she had giggled at the reference and something had clicked.

"Just this once," she had said. "For the acts of bravery demonstrated." She had allowed the taking of the three books, a collection of horror stories, adventure stories and fantasy stories.

He had winked. "Well, I'm actually braver than you know, and a magician to boot."

"Oh? Are you casting a spell? Should I be worried?" she had asked.

"The spell is cast already," he winked, "But I'm a gentleman first. Have a nice day and I'll see you sooner than you might think, if you want it."

Then he had walked off, humming all the while.

She hadn't really understood it, not until she had returned home to her apartment, and found his phone number inside the cookie bag.

...what could she say? She was a simple countryside girl, falling to the charms of a dashing rogue.

----

"All right, they're definitely gonna be busy for half an hour, maybe more," Overlord Featherbundle reported. "All criminal units, begin shaking down banks! Move it fellas! We're burning night-light!"

As a green light buzzed over the 'Main Villainous Headquarters' to announce that 'Prime Girl' was indisposed, banks were assaulted, supervillains fought superheroes, and in the background, alien overlords fought against human overlords in the eternal war between good and evil, heroes and villains, coffee and tea.

But that is a story for another time...

...is it not?
 
That's delightful! The villains totally know who she is, and are extremely careful to leverage her worry for her boyfriend while not actually causing injury themselves. I like this take on things!
 
Kek. Everyone is planning around the lovelife of the most powerful girl on the planet.

I love it, because I would totally do the same thing oh god imagine if you interrupted a date.
 
Maybe Shade in Ranma 1/2 as either Papa Tendo that raised his daughters in the way Shade influences children, or alternatively Shade as Happosai's rival that shows up and gets dramatically revealed after training Ryoga in the ways of angst.... Or just have him be the Master of Coffee-Fu martial arts the way Ranma style martial artists are it's possible.
 
Shade in Mass Isekai:

[Greetings Mortal. You have been caught in an inter-dimensional anomaly and transported to another world.]

"Mmmrpblrgl."

[Your acknowledgement has been logged. We are unable to return you to your world at this time, but in the interest of reducing the damage, we will be able to grant you a boon to enhance survival.]

"...mmrph... cooooffffee?"

[Your boon request has been processed.]

*Later*

A crowd of people are comparing their exotic powers.
One man sits quietly drinking a cup of coffee.

"What's your power?"

"I have a cup of coffee."

"Yeah, sometimes that feels like a superpower to me too. But seriously, what's your power?"

"It refills as long as I have mana."

"...seriously? That's the lamest power ever."

"Yup."
*Sluuuurrrppp*

"...can i have a sip?"

"10 gold per cup."
 
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