#modern!tangled

In my ENORMOUS crossover Disney AU, we see Granville worrying where Varian will go after he’s finally finished dealing with the Der Sonne Scandal, as she sees both Obake and Hiro in him. 

In this, it has been roughly 6 years after the events of the movies and 2 years since Hiro’s more than eventful internship with Robinson Industries. Now though, Hiro is actually the Robotics and Software Professor at SFIT with Honey Lemon (whose Chemical Engineering, obvs). Both serve as his mentor figures in their own way, with Honey Lemon getting a teensy bit (by which I mean EXTREMELY) excited at having a younger student as passionate in chemistry as she is. 

Hiro stood before the Chem Lab entrance, blinking at the cyan foam as it oozed out from the entrance. A small step to the side and his sneakers were spared of the strange substance. 

“Okay. So, why did you grab me?” Turning, he glanced at his student, neck tilting back a little to meet her eye. “I don’t exactly specialize in chemistry, Karen.”

The blue-haired physics student rubbed her hands together awkwardly.

“Well in all honesty your the first teacher I could find.” she confessed. “I was trying to find Professor Possible when I bumped into you.”

“Which one?”

“Uh, the red one?” 

“Yeah, Tim’s on leave and Jim’s... working on another project.” He vaguely recalled Lilo dragging him off by the ear to undo what ever he and his twin had done to her ship as Tim himself made his escape from the irate Hawaiian. Hiro himself had been running off to hopefully make it on time to his classes. 

It was frankly embarrassing when the teacher was late. 

“What about Honey Lemon?” 

“Professor Le’mone?” Scratching at the shorter side of her bob, Karen continued to fidget. He wasn’t sure if it was just her social awkwardness or if his reputation as a teacher was just that bad amongst the students. “I think she’s in there?”

“Great. Go get Granville while I deal with-” He gestured at the door. “What ever this is.”

Nodding, he waited until she scampered off before running a hand down his face. 

“Please let this just be Honey Lemon being excessively extra.” He muttered.

Hand deep in his pocket he pulled out his lanyard. With a flash of plastic, he swiped his ID across the door handle and he stepped to the side as the the door begrudgingly slid open.

SWOOSH!

A slopping splash of bubbles and tidal wave of suds rushed out, filling the hall. Students yelped and began to run, those less fortunate being completely immersed in the stuff. The more dramatic wailed as they “drowned” while the sleep-deprived screeched to save their tech at the onslaught. 

Hiro spared them a glance and a roll of the eyes before going in. 

“See- cleans everything right up in mere seconds!” A familiar, cracking voice cheerfully zipped through the air with a small chuckle.

Varian. Of course it was him. It always was his selected student in the center of of the mess. 

This wouldn’t have been a problem if he were just a student- but no. Varian was Hiro’s “project”, which meant Professor Granville wouldn’t hesitate to drop the clean-up paperwork on his desk. Heck, she’d smile as the stack of paper smacked against the steel In box.

He would never have agreed to this whole teaching thing had he known how much paperwork there was. 

Batting bubbles away, he attempted to navigate the lab through memory. Meaning his knees cracked against each chair as his hips checked the sturdiness of every counter top. 

“Now THAT is what I call a bath bomb!” Honey Lemon gave a zealous cry. 

Maybe I could pass the paperwork onto her, he mused, hand grazing his chin. Varian was doing a dual major after all, and the Chemistry Queen had practically snatched the little prodigy from his hands already. 

He dismissed the idea immediately. The kid was already dabbling on the Mad Scientist side, and while most of his tendencies could be attributed to theatrics, leaving the two unsupervised would be disastrous at-

His foot proceeded to step on some sort of fluffy rod-like mass, he stiffened.

A loud yowl ripped the air. The mass wrenched out from under him, taking his foot with it.

“What the hell?!” Hands grasping air, he crashed to the ground with a swear. Bubbles flew out of the way, off the ground, and into the air, bumping into science equipment and threatening to knock them over. 

“Ruddiger! What happened buddy?!” Asked Varian alarmed, words bumbling over each other over the chitters of complaint. “Wait- Professor Hamada?” 

“Hiro?” Pumps softly tapping the floor, Hiro wrenched his hand towards his body. Just in case. This wouldn’t be the first time she’d accidentally crushed someone’s hand. “Is that you?”

“Yes.” Batting the bubbles off his head, he harrumphed, pulling himself off the floor and onto his feet. 

A Kentucky-Kaiju roar emitted from his phone as Fred texted him.

“Do I even want to know what happened in here?” Glancing at the screen, he frowned at the emojis. A bunch of lightning bolts and dancer emojis filled his screen. “Actually- never mind where are you?”

“Hold on- just one second- annd!” Varian said, from where Hiro could only assume the 14-year old was standing. The sounds of test tubes clinking floated across the bubble-ridden air. A slight hiss and a glittery mist began to coat the bubbles dissolving them. “Voila!”

Grimacing as the mist approached him, the bubbles covering him dissipated, leaving him surprisingly clean.

Varian stood before him, bubble-free and smiling cheerfully as he lifted his old-school goggles. 

“Tada!” Turning behind him, his grin only widened as he gestured for a surprisingly clean Honey Lemon. The lack of obliterated material on her clothes was enough for an eyebrow raise of its own.  ”See this is what I thought bath bombs were- I mean, c’mon. It’s a called bath bomb, not a bath solvent.” 

Hiro crossed his arms. 

“You realize half the lab is coated in this stuff?”

“Oh my compound has definitely coated all of the available surfaces.” Varian nodded, assessing his work with a proud grin as the raccoon that seemed to follow him everywhere crawled onto his shoulder. If he was bothered by this, the kid didn’t show it, holding his chin thoughtfully.

“Though it didn’t reach nearly as high as I’d hoped. So much for a clean ceiling.” He shrugged, continuing his spraying before he paused. 

“Oh! Was there something you needed Professor Hamada?” He asked, eyes sparkling. 

They really needed to find whatever energy ran this kid and put in a bottle. 

His phone roared again. Now distressed faces littered the screen. 

“No- er yes! I need to talk to Honey Le- Professor Le’mon-” It was weird calling her that. Hiro gave her a pointed look. “About some volunteer work.”

“Wha- now?” She asked incredulously, looking for her bag amongst the bubbles. “It’s not even 10 o’clock!”

“Alright than.” Varian went back to misting the bubbles away. 

They gave him a few minutes to take the hint. 

“Varian, Professor Hamada-” 

Hiro cringed at the mantle. A few months into teaching and it still felt alien in his ears. It should be something someone like Tadashi was called, not him. It felt to... Adulty. 

“-and I need to talk in the lab.”

“Okay. ”

Another minute and Varian had obliviously cleared a path to the exit. Pinching the bridge of his nose, 3 more roars and 2 cute chirps had emitted from their phones as Hiro tried a different approach. 

Walking over, he grabbed his student by the shoulders and began to guide him to the exit. 

“So what were you developing this for anyways?” He said, watch Honey Lemon dash off. 

“Oh actually- it was for the project you assigned us- I was looking for a no water- cleaning product for Mo to use when he’s active that also could get to areas couldn’t reach and-” 

“Wait- Mo?” 

“Yeah. M-O. My Microbe Obliterator. It’s kind of a mouthful so, I started calling him Mo. He seems to like it- it’s the only thing he’ll say now so sometimes it’s tricky to figure out what he’s trying to tell you-”

Varian continued to ramble as Hiro pushed him from behind. The raccoon hopped from table to table beside them, playing with the oddly shaped orb. Hiro gave off the occasional ahuh, phone buzzing all the while until he saw Granville weaving her way through the bubble ridden halls. 

“Oh, I was also wondering if I could have your opinion on-” Raising a finger in question, he glanced back as Hiro cut him off. 

“Yeah- ahuh- very interesting- look Varian, let’s continue this conversation at a later time.” He scowled at how short that came out, man he did not have time for this. He tried for a softer tone. “I’m already REALLY late for the Volunteer thing- why don’t we talk about more about Mo after class tomorrow?”

“Oh, uh, okay.” Awkward, he scratched his neck as Hiro nodded. 

“Great.” He glanced at Granville. “Gotta go.” 

“I’m telling you man- just say the word and my dad will get you an internship. Heck, he’d be ecstatic to.” Wilbur said, hands deep in his pockets as Varian tsked. 

“Ah Wilbur, but where is the challenge in that?” Shaking his head, silver hair flashed in the hall lights. “Besides, you know I’ve gotta plan in mind.”

“I’m just saying.” Shrugging, he glanced at the door. “Hey check it out, Pigtails is going for round two with the sliding glass doors.”

Leaning for a better view, there was the girl from before, still struggling with the sliding glass doors. 

“She’s gotta be from SFAI.” Air hissed between his teeth as she almost made it before slamming full force into the glass. “Oh, that’s gonna leave a mark.

“Dude,” With a despondent sigh, Wilbur rolled his eyes. “Just because she’s struggling with a door doesn’t make her an art student.”

“What- no. Rivalry weeks coming up again.” Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out his lanyard, flashing his SFIT ID. “Dr. Hamada programmed the doors to close on anyone with an SFAI Student or Faculty card.”

“That would make more sense- oh lord she’s going to try and run for it.” 

Pigtails had in fact backed up a few steps, and set herself up to run. 

“Five bucks says she knocks herself out.” Jerking a thumb at her direction, Wilbur raised a brow in challenge. 

Varian raised one back at him. 

Inky tears streamed down her face, lips cracking as they broke into a shaky smile. Cool stone knuckles brushed her lips as she looked as her mother’s face for the first time in twenty years. 

She seemed to be in telling a story, a good one if this picture was anything to go by. Her fingers traced the violet streaks streaking her otherwise auburn hair as it sloped gently against her right temple. You would think it would clash, but it somehow didn’t. 

Something was tugging at the back of her mind as she held the locket close. 

There was something familiar to her face, and not simply in the sense of old memories. 

Staring at her mother’s eyes as they crinkled in laughter, they were a near perfect match to her own, excluding the color. 

Even now, as the moonstone thrummed quietly in her chest, her eyes were still muted compared to her mothers. 

She hadn’t seen eyes that blue since...

No...

-/Explanation.../-

The Blue Lady (Zhan Tiri) helped Cass find an old storage locker of her mother’s, which included a locket of her and Cass. It is here that she discovers on of her diaries and many the twists in her family tree.

Cass is Varian’s sister in the D-Crew AU and she’s just starting to clue in on it. Yes it makes sense- No, neither Ulla or Quirin are a*******. I’ll get to it.

The Moondrop does strange things to the host, even when it’s just a piece. Blue tint to the hair and eyes. A resistance to magic. Erratic rates of healing, dependent on the moon cycle. . 

With the larger portion Cass has, it’s also affecting her internally. Her body is constantly in an in between of deterioration and restoration- hence the pitch like body fluids, such as tears.

Her arm had nearly completely rotted and had long since required amputation by the time she’d went to grab the Moonstone. Acquiring a new one- as clunky as it is, was the most time consuming task. Eventually she resulted in simply having to steal one and bully a doctor into installing a nerve port, covering the cybernetics in black rock where she could. 

She’s... getting used to it. 

The thoughts and headcannons I have around Ulla and Quirin and they live in my head rent free.