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sainadazai · 3 years

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When your crush is angry all the time

Ch.6

"A red haired bitch that glows"

2nd person pov

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You weren't sure how things could even possibly move so quick, but as fire burned and terrifying creatures tormented citizens, all You could do was stand. Nomus, is what endeavour called them. Some gross being that seemed to have multiple quirks, you'd never seen anything like them.

Even with all of the times you'd been beaten and interrogated and harassed by villains, nothing like this ever happened. It could have been the fact that you spent most of your young life hiding away in a castel in the middle of nowhere, but seeing all this destruction froze you in place.

"Kid, help get the citizens out of here! Do not engage in combat, understand? Hey! L/n!"

You broke the terrified stare that was burning into the ruined city streets to meet eyes with your boss. He seemed so calm, even though everything was going wrong. The world was quite literally burning. Those monsters were hurting people. There were screams of horror, and still his calm demeanor was all you could focus on. How was he so calm?

"Now!"

His yell broke You from your trance and you scrambled around, eyes searching for someone, anyone to get the hell out of here. However there wasn't just one, there were hundreds. Some under building scraps, trapped behind fire burning the streets. Too many people, too much noise, it was never this loud back home. Why could you just focus?!

One of those boys from earlier today let our scream. You only recognized it because it was the same as how he'd screamed at bakugou earlier. You whipped your head around looking for his sound, body, anything. Spinning in circles until you caught that little red shirt cowering beneath one of those things.

"Hold on, i'm coming!" You didn't know if he could hear you, the statement was more a confirmation to yourself. You wouldn't stand there cowering. You didnt wanna be the helpless princess waiting to be saved. You were going to save others, it was like an instinct, like you had to.

Being unsure of your abilities with vines and plants, you opted to use a power long ago mastered. Twirling your pointer finger in a circle to slowly collect wind into a tiny ciclone and build it up bigger and bigger. This action disrupted the wind in the area, some of the bystanders' hair began flowing with the force of it, getting shivers from the chill.

Then with all the focus you could muster you let your eyes bored right into the head of that nomu aiming with your mind and following the action with your finger. Then, with a snap, the ciclone flew off towards it, lifting it into the air and growing larger the more he struggled.

You felt the pressure of all that wind, and its body on your back. Hundreds of pounds of pressure on your spine, but adrenaline forced you forward. Sprinting to the boy in the red shirt, crouching down under all that weight to wipe away his tears. You completely ignored how underdressed you were and brought his small form into a tight embrace, whispering sweet nothings to which you didn't know you could say.

It all felt so wrong, so opposite to what you wanted, but you couldn't help it. Grazing the lasso on your thigh an idea sprouted in your mind as to how you could get this crushing weight off of your back. You let the boy down telling him to stay behind you.

Don't engage in combat.

Do not engage.

Get them out of here.

Ignoring your mentors words, you snatched the lasso off of your thigh, doing as you were taught and lighting it ablaze, if your mother was thinking straight, she'd have it made of mineral wool- fire retardant and easily manipulated. The flames would not be actually catching on anything but the air, therefore saving her from an uncontrollably fire.

As it lit up your hair not only changed, but shined a bright red. It was so brilliant that it lit up the area around you, the boy behind you shocked and the people in the vicinity scared.

However, you had a hero suit on. That meant to them, that you were trustworthy.

You swing the lasso all but twice above your head before releasing the ciclone, and the pressure on your back, and whipping it towards the monster.

It had activated some sort of electricity quirk once free from the wind and as the lasso made contact, rather than burning and bringing the nomu to the ground, it sent a high-powered electrical current through your already spent body.

You should have stopped there, tossed the kid out of the way and called for help. Yet, for some reason you couldn't. Being shocked only numbed the pain on your spine more, and upped your adrenaline. Bad news for mr.nomu, huh?

"Whew, that's one way to boost your energy huh, kid?"

You smirked back at the worried boy behind you, hoping a joke would lighting the mood now. Similar to how you would joke in class yo avoid any real emotions or connections.

Only, now, it held the benefit of an adorable smirk appearing on his face and a little giggle exciting his mouth.

"Watch this!"

Despite being electrocuted your lasso was still intact, so you took to attacking it around the monster's leg and pulling back towards you. Once it was too close for your liking, you shot a roundhouse kick into the empty space in front of you. It seemed like a fruitless action, until the surrounding citizens noticed how the wind around them mirrored your actions with equal force.

The nomu went flying out of the city, likely landing somewhere around hosu (😏Yes, hosu) and you released the pressure on your leg.

As soon as you took the time to inhale, your back gave out, and you fell to the ground.

However you hadn't given up, using the little burst you could make with your fingers, you shot several people away from the mess with winds. Then, after what you counted to be person number 34, you gave out and the world went black.

The heroes in the area who were not distracted by nomus had been paying close attention to your actions, surprised they haven't seen you in the sports festival, or anywhere for that matter.

Mr. Woods was disappointed at the initiative you took, knowing how injured you must be from being out of practice with most parts of your quirk. However when endeavour informed the other pros of some sort of incident in hosu, he was forced to leave you there. Limp body cold against the concrete.

When doctors and healers arrived, you were one of the first in an ambulance and on the road to the hospital, and the news reports of your body being wheeled off were matched with that of your battle with the nomu. Streaming across all platforms and displaying on one particular tv screen, in the hotel room of one fire quirked boy.

A boy who truly was noticing he had no idea what you were capable of. A boy who was angry you'd been holding it back in class. One who had been thinking of the way you spoke of fire to that little boy all day, and above all a boy who was entranced by the glow of your hair when it turned red.

Bakugou wasn't sure how to process these overwhelming feelings towards you, the stalker girl who said dumb shit about his eyes. Still, after seeing that video, the feeling your own eyes held, staring up at that devilish creature. He could no longer say he didn't know what you meant by being obsessed with the look in his eyes. He was now too.

A six year old girl struggled against her restraints tirelessly. She has a power that she doesn't know how to use, and yet these men want to take it from her. There is one door exit, it's blocked by tall men in black suits. The whole room echoes with screams from children. It crashes against the walls and her little ears, and she cant get it to stop.

Why was this happening to her? Why couldn't she do anything to stop it?

"Please, just let my brother go! Please I'll do anything. Im sorry. Im sorry. Plea-"

Her words are stopped by a suffocating hand, larger than her whole face, it reeks of bleach. Her little eyes can only release so many tears before they are running over the hands knuckles, wetting his skin with her despair. The man doesn't care, though. The men never seem to care.

Her brother, only two years old, cries in a stranger's arms. The stranger showed her how he could completely disassemble any object, or put it back together. What a horrible powerful quirk. With something like that, she really couldn't tell why he needed hers too. Still, he did.

So the tiny boy whined in his firm hold, terrified, but not sure why. They both just wanted their Mommy. Mommy always comes to save them, she and her friends will take them home. To the castle, with the comfy beds, the pillowy blankets that their small bodies float on like clouds.

Not this rough metal wall, with arms chained, and bruises forming from their so-called interrogation. Why didn't they understand?

She doesn't know how to give her quirk away. She is only six, after all.

Mommy told her that men are greedy. Men like these have all they want and still need more. They take things, without asking. They took her and her brother without asking, so where was Mommy? To tell these men that you aren't supposed to take things, or hit people.

Where are their mommies? Did no one tell them hitting people is bad? Especially smaller people. Is that why the men are bad? Because they didn't have a Mommy or daddy to tell them how to be good? The little girl is lost in a pit of sympathy. Sympathy that she does not owe these horrible men, yet she can't help it.

"I don't give a shit princess, your brother can go home when you give us the quirk."

"Mommy never told me how! I'm sorry míster that you don't have a mo-mommy!" She sobre through the rough palm over her mouth. At the response he removed his grip, though. Opting to allow the girl her voice.

"P-please. I'm sorry, I'm sorry no one told you not to be mean. It's okay though! My Mommy will come, she'll tell you, okay! Please j-just-" though her words held great meaning to those men in suits-bad men- she couldn't finish. Her sobs were too loud and violent. Her little arms shook, because though she was such a sweet little girl,she was terrified.

Her cheeks hurt from screaming and tensing to release tears. Her arms hurt from being suspended at her sides. Her little legs had lost all feeling, gone numb under the pressure of standing for so long. She just wanted to go home, to keep her brother safe.

Even being only six, she felt so stupid for being so helpless. It was her job to protect their family quirk, but she wanted to give it up. More so, even though she wanted to give it away, she didn't even know how.

A small, weak girl, helpless really. She never wanted to be helpless like that again.

"Now!" His hand collided with her cheek. Hard, swinging, jaw snapping pressure. It rang through her ears, like her baby brothers sobs, til she shot up from her bed.

Sweat covered by/ns face as she jolted awake in her bed. Around her were some unrecognizable faces, or that's what she thought at first. Except, in truth, they were simply blurred in her eyes.

As she was taught when she was little, she began recounting things to herself that might make her come back to reality. Might help ease the fear of her dream.

- I am not 6 years old

-my brother is at home in the castle

-im not in a warehouse

-those men are in prison

-i am alive

As she was repeating each of those truths in her head, her eyesight began to come back so that she could recognize the faces of those around her. Three boys: todoroki, midoriya, and iida.

Midoriya was furthest from her, as she now noticed she was on a bed. Then iida, and closest was todoroki. The familiarity of his stone face gave y/n great comfort. However, he looked troubled.

The three boys in the hospital room with her were truthfully at a loss. This girl who had been at their school for one week, had proved more honest and heroic than them. After being scolded by the chief of police, they were each confronting their own feelings about the events.

However, each came to the conclusion that y/n was the only participating hero-in-training that followed the rules and fought earnestly. Little did they know, she had been breaking rules too, except her wouldn't be hid so easily.

What were the police meant to do, a teenage girl-princess no less- save countless lives, that heroes were neglecting, and its broadcast all over japan. Unlike in the boys' case, where the media didn't even have to know, everyone had already seen her heroism, but they had no idea where she came from.

Some viewers pointed out her position as a princess, but no one expected to see her in a hero outfit anytime soon. They knew what happened was illegal, but what backlash would they face for arresting her. Could they even arrest her?

Still, all y/n knew was that she was scared, and she needed to hide it as deep within her as it could reach. No one likes a cry baby, anyway.

"Oh..uh, hey guys?"

The first to look up was the green haired, face widening in surprise and worry.

"Y/n! Y-you're up!? Wait, don't sit up yet..um they said your bac-"

"You left damage on all your thoracic vertebrae. You could have killed yourself with that amount of pressure!"

Todoroki interrupted. Face still void of emotion, but his voice held anger.

Making sure to agnowledged how touched she was that he cared at all, y/n then quickly brushed it off. In the mood for jokes, not fights. She just finished fighting, why would she wanna argue some more about it?

"Aww~todoroki, were you worried about me?"

"Yes. It was stupid of you to use your quirk like that, out of practice and such."

"Um-"

"There's no um. he is right y/n, i didn't know your quirk could do that, but you obviously haven't been keeping it in practice during class, that was really risky..." midoriya added on in a ramble.

Feeling a bit cornered she settled for sighing and staring up at the ceiling.

"Can I walk?"

"No"

"Why not?"

"Did you not here the whole vertebrae thing, i-"

"No, I did, but I don't feel any pain...is it not healed?"

"I'm not really sure, we can ask.."

So slowly but surely, the boys helped her sit up, and yes, she did feel an immense pain shoot through her. Additionally, she was compensated with shoto conspiracizing about his negativo afecta on peoples hands, getting to know these classmates better. They even let her in on why they were in the hospital to begin with.

She would have to admit, though these boys being around made her happy, she was still thinking about bakugou. Was he in the area during the fight? Is he okay? Why do I give a shit about that mean old fact face anyway? Oh, right. His eyes.

The rest of her time was spent ignoring the extreme trauma these events reminded her of, and fantasizing about those angry eyes.

Bakugou pov 😡

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There the bitch was, right on my hotel tv screen, fighting the same fight on replay. Those media bastards hasn't stopped talking about her all day. How even when she was barely alive on the ground, she kept saving people.

I know it wasn't about me, hell, I wasn't even there, but it feels like a taunt. Some karma cause I called her an entitled princess, or her purposefully saying "Look what I can do."

Well I fucking am. Looked like some sort of wind quirk, but I saw her use fire with those kids, and in class she makes that plant shit. So what the hell is she? She thinks having multiple quirks makes her better than me? Good enough she doesn't have to use them all just to beat me? Thats bullshit.

I'm just so fucking angry at her for it, but I have to be. Or else, the next time they show her shitty face on that shitty screen, looking

...shitty, i'll start to worry.

That maybe she has only been here for a week, but she is already gone. That the whole time at school she spent avoiding me, to make me happy. Worrying I'll never hear her say what she looks at in my eyes.

In her eyes, that night, I saw pure rage. It almost looked as if she couldn't control it. An impending anger that loomed over her, and controlled her; made her strong. Not stronger than me, but strong.

Still, I can't go "falling for'' every girl that I see with strength. If a dunce 's face hadn't told me that feeling I had at the festival was a crush, I could have spared myself a week worth of it, I don't even know what.

Stupid dunce face.

Now, though, that shitty princess, even if she is shitty. Well, she has at least my respect.

#mha bakugou #bakugou katsuki #bakusquad #mha fluff #fanfic #mha todoroki #bakugou x you #bakugou x reader #anime #romance #my hero acadamia #mha fanfiction

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shaggi · 3 years

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if i could stop time, i would

info ; eren x reader ; soulmates ; 1.8k

content warning ; end of the world concept, mentions of not really wanting to live lol, gentle angst

Day one. 72 hours until the world ends.

The world is going to shit. I know it is because I can hear the panicked buzz of mothers holding their children close and reassuring them as the news practically burned "we're all going to die" into our heads.

My fingers twitched as they held the dark blue fabric of my jeans. I'm terrified ㅡ as is the rest of the people watching the news ㅡ and it most definitely doesnt help when they plaster a large timer onto the screen counting down our days and hours left on our beloved blue planet.

"We never thought this day would come.. Ladies and gentlemen, we've reached the end of the chapter." The words echoed into the back of my mind. 'The end of the chapter'? I havent even really lived my life? I'm only seventeen.. I barely made it to graduation. I suck in a deep breath, filling my lungs fully before releasing the built up pressure.

Theres a burning sensation on my waterline, tears threatening to roll down my cheeks. My hands begin to shake when I think back to all the sleepless nights I spent not enjoying life. I took life for granted ㅡ and now it's going to end in three days. In seventy-two hours, it's all going to go away. That's not enough time to say all the things I didnt have a chance to say.

Wasted opportunities.

Wasted chances that I now no longer have control over.

My legs suddenly feel like spaghetti and walking seems like a foriegn topic to me. I just need to sit down, take a breather.

Who am I kidding. The storm inside me is raging on tonight and my hands have a handful of messy locks.

I catch glimpse of inked red calligraphy spelling out the name 'Eren' that is marked onto the inside of my forearm in small writing just an inch below my wrist. My heart swells with sadness.

The sense of realization settles in, practically telling me to 'let this sink in for a little'. I'm not ever going to get the chance to meet my soulmate. I'll never get the satisfaction of weaving their fingers with mine, to lay on the couch on cold winter nights with blankets drooped over our shoulders. Never get the chance to tell them I love them over and over again, to brush their hair behind their ears, grab them by the smooth skin of theirs and feel the fireworks of pressing my lips against their own.

I wont feel the sweet electricity course through me like people explained would happen when they touched their soulmate for the first time. I've spent seventeen years searching for this perfect person in the happiness of this little town. The universe promised a perfect person, they never promised me to meet them though.

The younger generations were lucky, for they werent born with marks. They werent tied to someone, so they dont have anything to lose other than the fact that they're too young to leave this world.

A crowd begins to pull outside, staring at the sky with both a mix of admiration and fear. The blue sky has begun to turn itself into a peach color. My town's happy vibe has now turned uneasy, scared, unsure.

That day, I walk home slowly when the sky begins to darken, taking the scenery of the autumn leaves disarray upon the concrete sidewalk. If the world is ending in three days, I'm going to make the most of it. Soak it up like a sponge. Do what I should've been doing these past seventeen years and love life for once ㅡ despite all the wrong. Despite the fact that I'll never graduate, and never meet my soulmate. I force myself to disregard the nagging thoughts that tug at my conscious.

I dont think about the fact that I'll never get a chance to buy my first apartment.

I dont think about how I wont be able to wake up every morning to make my significant other breakfast.

And I most certainly dont think about how I'll never be able to take my lovers hand at the alter and say with great pride, "I do."

Day 2. 48 hours until the world ends.

Today, I woke up early. Early enough that the sun still hasn't peaked over the clouds. They say that if you wake up early enough the day takes longer to end.

The aching pain in my chest never seems to cease. I laugh a little bitterly at the calander on the wall, I feel like its mocking me now. A part of me wants to rip the thing to shreds and scream until my throat is raw ㅡ but I said I'd make the best of these last days. So, I push these bitter thoughts from my mind and start up a warm shower.

Seventeen years of not wanting to be alive, and now I only have two days to live until the entire world completely goes to shit. Ironic, isn’t it? Why now am I so angry? The water is warm trickling down my bare body, as my shower thoughts continue treading forward to how I could make life better in less than forty-eight hours.

I walk down a different road today, deciding that routine wasnt necessary when the world is going to end in forty-eight hours. The countdown continues on nearby TVs, the bright white luminous against the dark morning sky.

It makes me feel anxious.

Destruction clouds my mind, but I bite my lip and hold my ground. This situation will not drive me crazy.

The town is a lot quieter than I expected, then again it's only 6 in the morning.

The day carries on just as any other day, the air seems heavier though. It's the night time that brings chaos.

You see, I've been walking around town all day blowing that last little bits of money I have on little things that have no purpose. The sky is the same sunset peach as it was yesterday, only barely hinting at a blue color.

There's a faint noise a few blocks from where I am standing, and at first I chose the ignore it. The yelling got louder and louder until I felt my feet pull like magnets to what was going on.

Chocolate hair, smooth tan skin shining under the soft orange of the sky, handfuls of someones shirt as this mystery man pinned some junky against the rough brick wall. His eyes held a killer glow, practically fuming from the ears. I was going to mind my own business, but then I saw the other strike at the brunette ㅡ and I dont know why, but I stepped in.

A surprise attack, a blow right to the face, maybe a minor bruise on my cheek from when the other decided to attack back ㅡ but soon he left. I turn my gaze back to the brunette who still sits on the floor, palms pressed into the concrete.

"I didnt need your help," he hissed, dusting his hands against the black fabric of his jeans.

"Oh you're welcome for saving your ass, wasnt a problem at all." My hand lifts to my face, pressing onto the bruise and wincing before squatting next to this stranger. "Is it bad? Let me see," The moment my hand makes contact with the others chin I feel the rush of electricity course through me.

Overwhelming is an understatement. Sweet emotions flooded through my mind but I can feel the pounding of fear in my veins, and bittersweet it was. When I retract my hand, I see that he's mirrored the exact expression I have; eyes blown wide, fear in the darks of his pupils.

"Eren..?" trying to keep my voice from cracking seems hard, and it comes out more like a whisper. This situation leaves a bitter taste in my mouth. Where the hell has he been for seventeen years? Why is he just now showing up?

Eren immediately sprung to his feet, taking a few steps back with no words to say. I snatched at his left arm, pushing the sweaters sleeve up and over his forearm to see my name inked in blue against his paper skin. "So.. you're my soulmate?" I promise I didnt mean to make it sound disappointed ㅡ but in a way, I guess you could say I was.

So many questions raced through my mind; but the biggest question of all was why? Why now of all times we could've met? Why must I be gifted with the worst luck.

Eren isnt a bad person though, and in the few hours we've spent together I can tell you this; His favorite color is red, he lives with his mother and a girl that his family took in when they were very little - who he loves dearly, he can play guitar very well, he looks absolutely adorable with his hair tied up, and that's only the stuff he's told me within the first hour.

Words cannot express how much I wished we could have more time together, but the bright TV clocks continue to remind me that our time is running out.

"There's nothing more I'd rather do than to spend my last moments with you," Eren whispered, golden flecks in his beautiful ocean eyes. His hand was held in mine as the pained expression washed over his face. Somewhere in the conversation led us to this point of heartbreak. We both explained how we wanted nothing more than to meet earlier in life, but apparently the universe had a different plan.

The idea of parting with Eren now just seemed like a waste, and I'd much rather take my dying last breath next to the one I looked for my entire life. Falling in love is easy when you've got nothing to live for.

The walk back to my house is silent, but it's a comfortable silence, and we never seem to let go of each others hands. The house is quiet and dark when we enter.

The rest of the remaining night we have is spent cuddled under the thick blanket of mine, Eren held me close to his chest as we whisper sweet things that wont mean much in a few hours. Chaste kisses are showered over the male as I remind him of how I never stopped searching for him.

He studied my face, moving a strand of hair behind my ear before placing his palm onto my cheek and rubbing his thumb across the smoothness underneath my eye. I could feel my breath begin to shallow and my heart skip a beat. I loved the way his eyes sparkled under my dim-lit room, the way I could feel his heartbeat pulsing from how close we lay where, how steady his breathing was, and how gentle he caressed me.

Its bittersweet, and I never believed in the after life, but with him - maybe, just maybe, we will meet again in the next life.

#attack on titan #eren yeager #shaggis writing #shaggis cloud #soulmarks #eren x y/n #eren aot #snk #eren fluff #eren angst

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vivithefolle · 4 years

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Ron’s greatest acts of bravery

An itty-bitty butthurty Harmony shipper reported this answer of mine and got it deleted by the Quora moderation. Naturally, I have contested this decision, but my appeal has been unanswered as of now. So here’s what we’re going to do, folks: I’m gonna repost this answer of mine here, where no angwy widdle Hawmony shipper can censor it. And y’all are going to spam the reblog button until people can’t go in the Harry Potter tag without finding this answer reblogged at least five times over. Good? Good.

(this is totally a demarcation line I don’t know what you’re talking about)

What was Ron Weasley's greatest act of bravery in any of the Harry Potter movies or books?

We of course have the mythical “I’ll be a knight” but that’s so easy. Ron would die for his loved ones any day of any week, because that’s how stupidly selfless and self-effacing he is.

There is the equally mythical “If you want to kill Harry, you’ll have to kill us too!” which reeks of badassery and awesomeness, but it has also been quoted before, and to be fair that wasn’t one of Ron’s greatest acts of bravery. Oh, yes, it is incredibly brave, but Ron has plenty more of those to give.

One that is often forgotten is “He beat you!”, spoken to Voldemort in the flesh, which also highlights just how far Ron has come from the beginning of the series - because unlike what the haters want you to believe, Ronald Weasley has an actual character arc. An arc that keeps getting reseted and postponed in-between books because his author is too busy trying to make her Mary Sue look better instead, but he has one, and it’s so perfectly illustrated by this:

"... and until Hagrid told me, I didn't know anything about be ing a wizard or about my parents or Voldemort" Ron gasped. "What?" said Harry. "You said You-Know-Who's name!" said Ron, sounding both shocked and impressed. "I'd have thought you, of all people --" - Philosopher’s Stone

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"Malfoy's dad must have told him," said Harry, ignoring Ron. "He was right in Voldemort's inner circle --" "Say You-Know-Who, will you?" interjected Ron angrily. - Prisoner of Azkaban

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“My scar hurts, and three days later the Death Eaters are on the march, and Voldemort's sign's up in the sky again." "Don't - say - his - name!" Ron hissed through gritted teeth. "And remember what Professor Trelawney said?" Harry went on, ignoring Ron. - Goblet Of Fire

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"You see?" said Voldemort, and Harry felt him striding backward and forward right beside the place where he lay. "Harry Potter is dead! Do you understand now, deluded ones? He was nothing, ever, but a boy who relied on others to sacrifice themselves for him!" "He beat you!" yelled Ron, and the charm broke, and the defenders of Hogwarts were shouting and screaming again until a second, more powerful bang extinguished their voices once more.

From the boy who flinched at Voldemort’s name, to the man who was the first to sass back to Voldemort when the latter dissed his best mate. To say nothing of the fact that this was the first time Ron ever saw Voldemort in the flesh. Ron had never seen Voldemort before, yet the second Voldemort says something about Harry, Ron is up in arms and ready to kill the Dark Lord with his bare hands.

We could go with the tested-and-true “follow the spiders”. Unlike in the movies where Harry immediately sees a trail of spiders and Ron follows moaning and bumbling all the while, in the books Harry and Ron are comfortably in the castle when they decide to follow. Ron has the time to psych himself up, to terrify himself into imagining the spiders, and was given the time to backtrack a million times over. But he didn’t. This one Tumblr post has said it all.

Yes, “Follow the spiders” is probably one of Ron’s bravest moments, but…

But, but, but.

There’s more.

Sure, I absolutely adore Ron and can’t choose between all those awesome moments he has to his name, because they’re all so wonderful. From the ones that highlight just how much he’s grown and developed in spite of his own author treating him like an afterthought; from the ones that showcase just how good a kid he is, how much he loves and fights for his friends; all those moments that show that no, Ron Weasley isn’t a fair-weather friend and anyone who calls him that needs a high-five in the face with a block of concrete…

Out of those moments, out of them all, I have to pick something that is too often forgotten, too often glossed over, even by those of us who love Ron.

I’m talking, naturally, of his return.

Harry had no strength to lift his head and see his savior’s identity. All he could do was raise a shaking hand to his throat and feel the place where the locket had cut tightly into his flesh. It was gone. Someone had cut him free. Then a panting voice spoke from over his head, “Are—you—mental?”

Whether you think that Ron “abandoned” Harry and Hermione, whether you think that Ron is a traitor or a man with the patience of a saint who put up with Harry and Hermione’s bullshit for too long. Whether you think the three times Harry told him to leave were a factor or whether you place the blame solely on Ron’s shoulders.

Ron comes back to save Harry’s life.

But not only that.

“No!” said Ron. “No, don’t open it! I’m serious!” “Why not?” asked Harry. “Let’s get rid of the damn thing, it’s been months—” “Because that thing’s bad for me!” said Ron, backing away from the locket on the rock. “I can’t handle it! I’m not making excuses, Harry, for what I was like, but it affects me worse than it affected you and Hermione, it made me think stuff — stuff I was thinking anyway, but it made everything worse. I can’t explain it, and then I’d take it off and I’d get my head on straight again, and then I’d have to put the effing thing back on—I can’t do it, Harry!” He had bakced away, the sword dragging at his side, shaking his head.

Ron came back, even though he knew it would mean being with the thing that had tortured him all this time.

The thing that latched onto all of Ron’s weak spots, cultivated them, weaponized them, used them to push Ron closer and closer to the edge, until he couldn’t take it anymore and snapped. (Funny how some will act as though Hermione’s birds were her “snapping”, but when Ron is holding Voldemort’s soul in his hands and going insane under their very eyes they just say “hurr durr teh locket didnt do nuthin”…)

And with this thing preying on him, tormenting him, Ron did what any rational, sane human being would have done when their abuser forgets to lock the door.

He opened it and ran.

But, but, but, and that’s where the bravery comes in.

He came back.

He knew there was this thing that preyed upon him relentlessly, a thing that managed to make him believe his best friends didn’t want nor cared about him, that his entire existence amounted to nothing, that he was just a waste of space nobody wanted around.

“Why return? We were better without you, happier without you, glad of your absence... We laughed at your stupidity, your cowardice, your presumption —”

“You mother confessed,” sneered Riddle-Harry, while Riddle-Hermione jeered, “that she would have preferred me as a son, would be glad to exchange...” “Who wouldn’t prefer him, what woman would take you, you are nothing, nothing, nothing to him,” crooned Riddle-Hermione

Ron fled from this sort of abuse, from this sort of torture, then he decided to come back for more.

Because even though he believed his friends didn’t need him, even though he thought his friends were better off without him, he still wanted to make himself useful. He still wanted to help.

And once he’d saved Harry, he was back to facing the entity that has been torturing him, and that entity proceeded to show off Ron’s deepest, most shameful secrets… to his best mate.

Ron’s entire self-esteem is tied to the way his loved ones perceive him:

“You did brilliantly, Ron!” This time it really was Hermione running toward them from the stands; Harry saw Lavender walking off the pitch, arm in arm with Parvati, a rather grumpy expression on her face. Ron looked extremely pleased with himself and even taller than usual as he grinned at the team and at Hermione.

The image the Mirror of Erised showed Ron was one of glory and fame… or was it?

"No -- I'm alone -- but I'm different -- I look older -- and I'm head boy!" "What?" "I am -- I'm wearing the badge like Bill used to -- and I'm holding the house cup and the Quidditch cup -- I'm Quidditch captain, too."

Being Head Boy and Quidditch captain. He could have seen himself being crowned World’s Best Emperor if he wanted, with legions of fans throwing himself at him, but that doesn’t happen.

Instead he sees himself being like Bill. Like his cool older brother. And Quidditch captain, like his other cool older brother Charlie.

What Ron wants… is to make his loved ones proud.

Ron defines himself by the way his loved ones look at him.

When Malfoy calls him an idiot he scoffs because it’s Malfoy. When Hermione calls him an idiot, though…? Ouch.

And now all of Ron’s secrets, all his feelings of inadequacy and inferiority that he has tried to keep quiet throughout the series out of respect for Harry, his deepest fears… They’re all there for Harry to see, for Harry to judge, for Harry to feel disgusted by. Because how dare Ron Weasley have problems, how dare Ron Weasley be envious of Harry Potter, whose life is nothing but suffering?

Ron’s greatest act of bravery, to me, was coming back, even though for all he knew Harry and Hermione had hooked up while he was gone (they’d never, of course, but how could he know?), even though he knew it would mean being up for Round #2 of his private torture sessions with Voldemort, even though he believed he wouldn’t be welcome…

He still came back. Because it was the right thing to do.

Anyone who’s gonna tell me that Ronald Weasley isn’t loyal to the core can suck on a cactus.

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noodlecupcakeswritings · 4 years

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With A Heavy Heart - Chapter 1 (A Kylo RenxCora fic)

The long awaited sequel to A Call to the Light. Cora and Ben's relationship is non existent after Ben murdered his father but with Cora being pregnant, Bens trying his hardest to make things work. It's not as easy as he would have liked.

I'm so sorry this took me forever to write, but with how bad TLJ was it really put me off writing this for a while. Needless to say theres gonna be some big differences in this fic. Please leave comments, kudos and reblogs if you like it. It really helps me out as a writer, lemme know if you wanna be on the taglist as well :)

Warnings: Language, Violence, Angst, Physical abuse

Chapter 1

Kylo’s P.O.V

Another day of silence from Cora. We’d barely spoken since I’d unburdened myself from one parent. And that had been four months ago. Some days we didn’t even see each other due to how busy The Supreme Leader kept me. Her belly had begun to swell noticeably, we wouldn’t be able to hide her pregnancy for much longer. If she was still suffering from discomfort or morning sickness, I had no idea, she kept it all so secretive. I wanted to be there for her, I wanted to help but I couldn’t force her to accept my help. I wanted us to be happy again, for us to look forward to starting a family. Even if the thought of being a father terrified me.

I was finally freed of my duties for the day and returned to our room. Cora was preparing for bed, her nightgown stretching awkwardly over her stomach. It was obvious it was starting to get too small now. She didnt even spare me a glance as she folded her clothes neatly by the foot of the bed. I offered her my hand to help her up, but she ignored it, using the bed to stand herself up. I sighed, her stubbornness was growing more frustrating. She manoeuvred past me to the bathroom so she could clean her teeth. I followed after her like a lost puppy, craving communication and affection from her. “Cora would you please talk to me,” I snapped. She spat the toothpaste out before standing back up straight, she glanced at me in the mirror.

Cora turned in my direction but again side stepped past me without a word. This time I wasn’t going to accept her silence. I grabbed her wrist, stopping her from leaving the room. She froze, her free hand instinctively going to her swollen belly as if to protect our child. I swallowed hard, it hurt to know she feared I’d hurt her or our unborn child. I wanted to let her go so she wouldn’t fear me, but I wanted her to communicate with me more. “Please,” I pleaded. I loosened my grip on her wrist a little, she could slip free easily if she wanted. My hand around her wrist was the most contact we’d had in months. And yet it felt…violent. I felt guilty being so rough with her. Perhaps I really did break everything I touched. Finally she turned to me, but I noticed how she couldn’t quite look me in the eye. She pulled her wrist free from my grip.

“What do you want to talk about?” She asked, her tone filled with sarcasm. I didn’t think I’d get this far and now I had no idea what to say. She stood there, getting more irritated at every second that passed. I had to think of something fast before I lost my only chance. “Are you okay? You and the baby?” I asked. Her irritation faded but she was still tense and on edge, still defensive. “We’re fine,” she answered. I could tell from her body language that she was done. She was going to drop the conversation there and go to bed. I had to keep this going. “Your sure? There's nothing I can help with?” I asked. “Oh you’ve done enough,” Cora spat.

I sighed, now it was my turn to want to walk away. I knew exactly what she meant by that. Killing my father hadn't been easy but it’s not like I could take it back now. I took a step to head out of the bathroom, but Cora put her hand out to block my path. “You wanted to talk, why are you trying to walk away?” Cora asked. I took a step away from her, trying to keep calm. I didn’t want to argue with her, it wouldn’t be good for the baby. I wanted to keep her as stress free as possible. “You don’t want to talk about how you murdered your own father, our child's only grandfather,” she snapped. “No, I don’t. I wanted to talk about you and the baby,” I explained calmly. “This is a conversation we need to have whether you like it or not.”

I shook my head, “no, not right now. We can talk about it later when your less...at risk.” “At risk? Of what? Losing the baby from stress. You’ve done a great job at keeping me stress free so far. The father of my child murdered his own father, he also nearly got himself killed in the process. He's also trapped me here on enemy territory where everyone here wants to see me and my child dead, including your dear supreme leader.” “You’re not trapped here,” I insisted. “I’m not? So you'd let me go if I asked you too?” I stayed silent, she knew the answer to that, and I hated that she was right about this. Cora smirked and crossed her arms over her chest as she realised this.

“So you’d take my child away from me, halfway across the galaxy away from its father where you could turn them against me?” I asked. “You’d do that yourself.” “What’s that meant to mean?” “That eventually it would see you how everyone else sees you, how I now see you. A monster.” I felt a wave of conflicting emotions from her words. I needed to leave before I did or said something I would regret later. Cora’s eyes had filled with tears at this point as if this were hard for her. “So what? Your saying you don’t love me anymore?” I asked, afraid of her answer. “There’s nothing left of Ben Solo to love. I never should have come back for you.”

I pinned her against the bathroom wall, my hands against her shoulders. She whimpered, her hands going to her swollen belly once more to protect the child inside. My anger had gotten the best of me once more, I could see the fear in Cora's eyes, and I hated myself for it. But it was too late to take it back. I let go of her, taking a few steps back to put some distance between us. Cora remained where she was, afraid anything she might do or say could set me off. Tears rolled down her cheeks, but she made no sound to voice her anguish. “I'm...I'm sorry,” I murmured

I reached out, trying to take her hand in mine, to plead with her to take it back but she stepped out of reach. She retreated into the bedroom, signalling the end of the conversation. I swallowed hard, there was nothing I could say or do to make this situation better. I knew I should admit defeat now before I hurt myself more. Could she not sense how the action of killing my father had broken me even more? I regretted it, I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I should have left with him, left everything behind so that I could be happy. Cora and I would have been happy together, happy to start a family together.

If I could take it all back I could. But it was too late for that. perhaps it was too late for Cora and I as well. Perhaps she was right. I exited the bathroom, glancing at her as I headed for the door. She was in bed, turning off the lights. I left our room, giving her the space she likely wanted. I’d sleep somewhere else for the time being. I needed to stop my rage getting the better of me, I didn't want things to become worse.

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mare-sanguis · 4 years

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So I had this weird dream where I was trapped inside a mirror world. After I woke up my brain went like "thats it- write a fucking Scary Stories fix it fanfic/ one shot"

So in this OS/ff I'm gonna focus on Chuck (and the Auggie x Chuck ship)(because he baby) and how hes stuck in some kind of other world (influenced by the celtic "anderswelt/ other world"). Its just a snipped- theres going to follow more. There will be some hidden meanings and symbols.(will fix grammar mistakes later)

Maybe the one person who will read it catches the first hidden meaning

At first Chuck was mad at Stella.

That she let the monster take Auggie away. Let him getting dragged away.

They showed him the place- the place he went lost. In his own goddamn bedroom.

He saw the dragging marks on the floor. And seeing this made him angry.

There were still things he wanted to do with his friends, and seeing them going missing wasnt one of this.

And this all started because she picked up this stupid book.

And now? Now he was going to disappear to. Surrounded by pale women- she forcing him into a hug, finally swolling him whole.

Now he wasnt going to miss Auggie any more.

Sounded really sad but it was the reality now- for him.

And maybe he would stop feeling like this towards his friend.

Maybe he would stop feeling anything.

But on the other habd- maybe he would be trapped in a void, still being the same person, still feeling the same things he did when he was alive. The things he would get judged for in his hometown. The things he would get judged for if he would ever tell anyone.

Now, the moment the pale woman was about to swallow him whole he started to panic.

It was like in his dreams all over again.

And he never felt felt like his friends took him serious. Took the dreams serious.

The moment they went to look for the records of Sarah, walking down the hallway towards the R.E.D room he also was about to lose his mind.

Neither Stella nor Ramón listened to him, his worries. Stella just told him to wait there.

Wow what an idea- leaving him there alone while the hospital hallways were filled with nurses and doctors. What a great idea it was. But her head was fully stuck into swooning over their new found friend Ramón.

Totally ignoring his concern. But what ever- this moment he not just felt like a third wheel. No. He was one- literally.

He should have come with them now that he was thinking of it. Shouldnt he?

Either was- this shit sucked.

And now he was trapped here. His friends probably busy with something from much more importance than him.

Searching for a clue, a solution how to stop this madness.

But he wasnt going to witness it anyway - them failing or winning.

Instead he was about to disappear and who knows what would await him on the other side.

His last thoughts drifted away to his sister and how they were able to safe her. She would probably enjoy a life without him- who knows.

And then he was gone.

Swallowed up, whole by the monster from his nightmare. By his own nightmare.

The moment he opened his eyes he was trapped in complete darkness.

No light- just darkness. And emptiness

As he looked down he saw black goo covering the ground. He was sitting in it. Could see a bit of his own reflection.

Well at least he was still this handsome young man like when he was alive.

He sighed and got up- black goo still sticking on him. Hands, clothes, face.

Looking around he saw nothint. No one else was there. It looked completely lost. If he really would be stuck here forever he'd go crazy.

Not his favorite idea ot a place to go. Not the best place to go to when dead.

Come to think of- was he even dead? It didnt felt like... dying?

But who was he to know how dying would feel like?

Its his first time dying (?)

Its just that he rather felt alive than dead the moment he got swallowed.

Confusing.

He looked around again. A second time.

Nothing changed.

"Just standing around there wont do anything. Lets go."

He told himself, no clue for what he was even looking for.

But everything was better than just sitting around there doing nothing. He wondered how much time already had passed.

Didnt felt like much- but maybe the time was working differently wherever he was trapped right now.

He really wanted to find out where he was but where to start when theres nothing- just darkness, emptiness.

He sighed again, looking at the black goo on his hands.

What a way to end a life.

Everytime Chuck took a step he got suck a bit into the black shit on the ground. With ever step his breathing got heavier.

Wherever he was- it must be the worst place of it all. He walked and walked, it seemed endless. It all seemed the same.

It felt like hours. Him walking around there. Seemed so sensless all of the sudden. But he didnt give up. He didnt want to- he couldnt. Maybe there was a way out and he just had to search for it.

Did he ever wanted to come back? To his reality? Guess not- not without Auggie.

And just in the right moment he saw something- a door. White. Looked just the same like the ones in the hospital. Two lanterns were placed next to the door. It didnt look very inviting. But what else could happen?

"What else could happen if I take this door? Maybe getting sucked deeper into this shit? Maybe if I take this door I will never come back? I dont even know how deep down it goes down here."

He grabbed the doorhandle anyway and pushed it down, pulling the door open. He was greeting with white lights, it was almost blinding him- such a strong contrast to the darkness behind him.

And he could saw the hospital hallway right in front of him.

All corridors looked the same so it was a suprise for him that he figured out that it was the one where he got swallowed.

And the moment he stepped into the scene it all repeated itself. It felt like a nightmare, he could see himself- running scared, away from the woman. Lost. It was terrifying to watch.

"But at least its just showing me what happened- not that I have to endure it again by myself." He took a deep breath and walked up on of the hallways- trying to ignore what was happening right befor his eyes.

"Its nothing- its just a bad d[...]"

He stopped. His words. His movements.

Because the lights had turned red.

"Ah shit man- are you kidding me? Not again! I already died I cant die again!" He shouted out- watching in horror how his nightmare was walking right towards him.

Wait.

He was already gone.

She couldnt hurt him again.

"I'm dead you cant hurt me!" He shouted towards her.

"Gonna catch me if you can!" And then he started to run. He didnt know where he was running but he was running- and this time he was winning. At least it felt like winning to him. Even if it meant that he would get lost even more.

Well- if he finds a nice place maybe he could stay here. Maybe its better than the cold real life.

The hallway was getting darker again, this time there was fog everywhere - it made breathing heavier and he coughed a few times, rubbing his eyes.

Maybe ge should just stay here. What was the point of even trying to get out.

Chuck stumbled.

Banged his head on a door.

On a door that appeared out of nowhere.

He was sure there wasnt one few moments ago- he was loosing his mind already.

"Its happening already damn." He rubbed his forehead.

The door looked different from the one before.

It was white too- but there were small details caved in the wood of it. It had a doorknob with a symbol on it. He couldnt made out what this symbol was since the fog was blocking his few.

"I just want to take a look if its shitty there I wont pass it."

He looked back- knowing that he still was followed by the pale woman. He could see her.

"Or maybe I will take the risk of what ever is waiting for me on the other side."

He turned the knob around and took a last look at the dark hallway, the nightmare which was almost right behind him.

"Good riddance."

Then he went through the door- and the moment he passed it, it disappeared. So did his unsafe feeling.

But it still was dark. Luckily not as dark as before.

As he looked up he could see the dark sky- it looked just like the one he used to see in his hometown. It looked to normal.

But there werent any people nor animals. Just him and...

And a swaying bridge. Apprearing right before his eyes.

Connecting two cliffs- leading across a deep dark gorge.

And the bridge was a rainbow.

A fucking rainbow. Out of everything he hated the most he got a bridge covered in rainbow colors.

"I hate my not-so-alive life. Rainbow. Fine."

#scary stories to tell in the dark #scary stories to tell in the dark 2019 #chuck steinberg #august hilderbrandt #stella nicholls #ramon morales

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braxbeau · 6 years

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childhood memory that haunts me

I was 7 years old when you came into my life, I was young and I was going to make mistakes but you saw it as a burden. I was 7 years old when you turned my own mother against me, and you wanted her all to yourself. it started off fun and nice. you would let me play video games in your office with you and you would take me to get food and say “shh don't tell your mom” it wasn't a creepy shh it was a ��im here for you because im your new dad” but then after a few months I started to feel like you didnt like me anymore. it was small, being passive aggressive towards me, telling my mom what I did that you didnt like. then it started becoming mean and hurtful to the point where I didnt want to look you in the eye because you always gave me a hard glare that said “don't talk to me, I don't want you around” you never let me play games anymore and I didnt know what was wrong. halloween came around and I had gotten some “bad grades” I had b’s and one c. you convinced my mom to not let me go trick or treating. and now im 18 and I haven't since. you made the house so scary and cool and I wanted to help out but you wouldn't let me in the garage. after a few months I started acting out because I didn't know what else to do to get your attention. thats when the punishments started. I had 10 minute timeouts and then 20,30, and then 2 hours. when that wasn't enough you told my mom to start hitting me. and she did. she would spank me over and over. I had to choose time out or spankings. and of course I chose spankings because I didn't want to spend 2 1/2 hours staring at a wall trying to use my imagination to take me away from where I was. the spankings hurt more than I can explain. mom used full force on me and I didn't understand why. years later I found out it was because you told her to. one Christmas I had to do practice math because I was getting terrible at school because between chores and punishments I couldn't do homework so I got grounded for not doing good. I was sitting at the table and I wanted to hang ornaments on the tree but mom said no, I had been a bad kid and needed to do work. 8 year old me thought that was absolutely ridiculous and I talked back. I talked back so much because I was tired of being pushed to do stuff I didn't feel like was necessary. mom slapped me across the face and I fell back and hit my head on the wall. mom didn't let up, she started yelling and telling me I was a bad kid and I didn't deserve to be apart of Christmas this year. I started crying because she had never talked to me that way before. after that they stopped eating dinner with me, and I had to make my own food. I did my own laundry, woke myself up for school, walked to school, came back, made food and was sent to my room as usual. my room became my safe place for a long time. after a while I got tired of constantly washing clothes so I stopped and them mom decided I didnt need to so she took away my chore to wash clothes and let me be gross. thats when I started to get bullied. I had gross hair because I didnt know how to properly take care of myself. I had a phobia of mirrors so I never saw how bad I looked. I tried to dress like a boy and at the time I thought it was because I was weird but here I am, transgender. I got picked on, shoved into lockers, called mean names and got beat up. I started stealing food because I didnt have time to make food for myself after getting yelled at to go to my room everytime I got home. then my parents started hiding food from me and making sure there was nothing sweet or something they wanted for them selves. after they realized I was stealing food they locked the cabinets and started to do “inspections” in my room. I lost my safe place after they took my door off. once a month at random times they would go into my room and tear EVERYTHING apart and then once they found something they would ground me, my groundings graduated from going to my room to sitting on the stairs. by this time they had moved my room from upstairs to the basement. so I sat with spiders and stared at a white wall until they said get up. I counted the time once and I had sat there for 6 hours not making a noise or going to the bathroom. one day after school I go home and Chris was in the garage, I asked my mom what he was doing and she said it was a surprise for me. I was excited and I was ready to see what my surprise was. then he came out with a huge wooden board and said this is your gift. I didnt know what it was and then he said “put your name right there.” I soon realized they were going to hit me with it. I started crying and that made them laugh. I don't remember being hit with it much because I tried to block it out but the worst thing that ever happened was Chris picked me up, a nd mom hit me with it everywhere on my body and then sent me downstairs. I got bullied because of my bruises so I had to leave. after I left my school I started going to the mountain home hacker middle school and there I got bullied again. I was better at taking care of myself and though I made some friends the bullying was still bad. Christmas came along and I got a radio from my real dad that played cd’s and the boise mix 106 station. I listened to them for hours on the weekend since my mother and Chris slept until 2 pm. when they got up I knew who was up by the sound of their steps. and that decided if I should go up there or not. when it was Chris he would wake up, pee, go downstairs and go into the garage and smoke. that took 7 minutes, he would come back inside, stare at the basement where I was, and then walk back upstairs to his office which was my old room. when mom woke up she got up, went to pee, came downstairs, got coffee, smoked which took 8 1/2 minutes and then went back upstairs or made breakfast for herself and then called me upstairs. once she woke up mad and I didnt know why and she called me upstairs and started YELLING at me so loud I thought my ears were gonna burst. she did something I wasnt expecting, she picked me up and slammed me on the ground and screamed “you're so fucking stupid!” and then walked off to the garage to smoke. I laid there and cried for a few minutes and then got up and walked to my room. I stayed down there on the floor crying for a long time. when my mom finally came inside she called me upstairs. as much as I flinched at her voice I walked up there and she looked at me, I had learned not to look her in the eyes or cry in front of her because it made her angry but she told me to look at her, when I did she started crying and then hugged me. she said the words I had been dying to hear since the whole thing started, she said she was sorry. that was the first and last time she ever said that. a few months later she tore up my favorite shirt and cut the end of my radio off so I couldn't listen to it anymore. that was when the depression skyrocketed. I started to hate everything and everyone and I was terrified of loud noises or movement towards me. by the time I was in 8th grade things got out of control. I had come out as lesbian and my mother was NOT having it. her and Chris thought I was a disgrace and absolutely hated me. i started cutting and stopped eating in the 7th grade but they didnt know about that. when my mother saw my cuts for the first time she screamed at me and called me pathetic and made me talk to a suicide hotline. the lady on the phone didnt care about anything. I had met a girl named Hana and I was infatuated with her because technically she was my first girlfriend . but she constantly hurt my heart. I was cutting really bad and my mom was making me sit on the stairs for hours again. then I met Malia. she made my days brighter and happier and she understood why I cut and helped me with it. but one day I relapsed and my mom saw and she drug me upstairs and got a wooden spoon and said “you want to feel pain? Ill give you pain” and smacked my still red and bruised arms 3 times as hard as she could w the spoon and then shoved me by the stairs. I cried as hard as I could and she looked at me like I was worthless. I told Malia and she made me feel safe. thats when I started running away and going to her house. one night after I got home from school mom came in and was yelling at me and I didnt understand why so she grabbed a fist full of my hair and shook my head back and forth to the point where I was dizzy and I thought my head was going to fall off. then she shoved me down and almost made me fall down the stairs. I tried killing myself 4 times that year and got admitted to a hospital 2 times. the third time made my mother bankrupt and I don't feel sorry for her to this day. after my second hospital trip my mom sent me to Texas with my grandma like very summer before and when I got there I decided to stay, even if it meant leaving Malia behind. that was the best and worst decision of my life still. but I got better. my mother divorced Chris and she got better too. she got help and things were fine until they weren't with my grandma.

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jokers-sweethearts · 7 years

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Jokers Daughter Imagine: Keep it in the Family

Request: Please can I request the anons idea of cp and Jerome having children and the youngest who's a girl going out with penguins son or something and the clown family being protective Thank you !!!! 😊😊😊xxx

The Joker finished painting his lips red before closing the mirror and getting out of the car. His heart was pounding with excitement and anger. It was finally time to see his daughter and granddaughter again, but it also meant he had to see Jerome. No matter how many years and kids would pass, he still wanted to paint his body red just like his hair. Joker refused to believe the day wouldn’t come when his daughter asked him to. He knew Jerome would fuck up, but until then, he’d make his life a living hell.

Once he reached the front door he didnt hesitate and bombarded in. Already wanting to make his alpha male status known. He would have killed anyone who took the liberty to.walk in his house like that, but he was determined to never let Jerome forget who was boss.

“Grandpa!” Joker heard as his granddaughter came running. His smile spread ear to ear, he scanned the room looking for her father to rub it in. But he saw a strangers face with them.

Jerome, his daughter, and a pale, dark haired, awkward figure all eyes him from the living room.

“Dad....” the clown pricness began, we didn’t know you’d be stopping by”.

“Wasn’t aware I needed an invitation”. Joker said in a commanding voice. His snarl was a signal to the room. He didn’t need an invitation, and was reminding them.

“You don’t grandpa” his granddaughter chimed in as she led him over to the stranger. “Grandpa, this is Ozzie, he’s-”

“Penguin’s son” Jerome seethed through his teeth.

“I’m sure my sweetheart would have told me that if you didn’t interrupt her” Joker seethed back, running his thumb over her cheek, raising it slightly to make her form a smile.

Jerome let out his high pitched cackle he knew Joker hated. “My daughter. My house. I’ll do what I want”.

“You can’t even keep your doors locked, kid”.

“Usually people aren’t stupid enough to walk in”.

“Okay...” The clown princess stood between her husband and father, amazed at how quickly that escalated even being used to their mutual hatred for each other.

The tension sent chills down the two kids spines. Joker and Jerome never backed down nor expected each other to. They had the protection of the clown princess. Joker knew Jerome wouldn’t dare kill him because his daughter would never forgive him. Likewise Joker only grew more furious because he knew he couldn’t hurt Jerome for the same. It was the only thing to ever hold Joker back, keeping his daughter on his side was a stronger desire than any force of nature.

“This sin’t about you two, it’s about my daughter and her date” she dug her nails into Jerome’s pale arm making him wince, leading them back to their seats.

Joker’s granddaughter tried to pull him over to the couch to sit down, but Joker was frozen in place. After his usual resentment towards Jerome was out, he realized what was going on. The worm like creature sitting below him was there to take his granddaughter out. Joker’s metal teeth clicked together as he got a flash of the first time Jerome came near his own princess. He felt a stinging pain start at his stomach and shoot up to his neck. Every fiber of his being was telling him to just end the situation right now. Even though she was Jerome’s daughter, and the green hairs on the back of his neck stood up even thinking that, he always considered her his. She had his blood coursing through her veins and came from his daughter. He hated Jerome feeling any sense of belonging after storming inyo hid family so long ago. Joker was stunned at thinking Jerome would let this all take place so easily.He turned to look at the red head, no longer a boy, and saw the once arrogant and evil face in anguish, barely holding it together.

It was the first time Joker had really felt his age. He used to have that same look, seeing his daughter next to him trying to keep the peace only reminded him of Harley. Yet a malicious grin spread across his face. It confused everyone in the room for a moment. Joker looked beyond excited to meet her date. His icy blue eyes darted to Jerome’s and stared him down with glee.

“Well well well....” he said in a soft, animated voice as he addressed Ozzie for the first time. “How rude of me! Just call me Joker...” he extended his hand out to the boy but took it away before he could return the favor and took a seat on the couch.

His granddaughter slowly sat on the opposite couch next to her date confused. She looked to her father for reassurance but he was just as dumbfounded looking at his father in law.

“Excuse my boy here” Joker slammed his palm on Jerome’s shoulder who felt his spine straighten immediately. “he’s always been a tad socially awkward” he trew his head back and roared as Jerome slapped his hand away.

Joker taped his heals on the ground like a giddy little boy. He finally realized how he was going to hurt Jerome. It wasn’t his usually physical torture, or having his face sliced off. Joker was going to make sure Jerome suffered the most devastating psychological torture he could muster. It was seeing his little girl love another man. he same gut wrenching pain Jerome inflicted on him years ago. Joker was going to make damn sure it came back to haunt him. Joker would never reveal or show pain to anyone, he always prided himself for hiding it from Jerome, keeping the upper hand, but Jerome couldn’t hide it from him. His fidgeting hands and single beat of sweat on his forehead made it clear.

Jerome was pressing down so hard on his bottom teeth he thought for sure they would break through his jaw. He wasn’t sure what was worse, the penguins scum offspring trying to take his baby away or Joker witnessing it. He focused his attention to the only man he hated more than Joker.

“So Ozzie” the words slithered off his tongue trying to make the boy squirm more. “what exactly do you ave planned?” Jerome’s tongue ran along his teeth looking like a wild animal ready to pounce on the boy.

Ozzie’s eye twitched slightly and he breathed heavily through his nose before he went to answer. His date put her hand on his to help him relax, making both Joker and Jerome tongue tied.

“Just to me da- the penguins club. It’s secluded and safe there and -”

“A club?” Jerome's mouth opened wide and he wheezed on purpose before belting out his infamous laugh. “I’ll give it to you kid, that’s one of the best jokes I’ve ever heard

“Actually...” Joker chimed in “I run myself a little club, maybe you’ve heard of it” he winked at Ozzie making his princess and granddaughter laugh, vilifying him even more. “I’m sure the kids will be fine”.

“Running a club should give you insight into the trouble they can get into. Sorta like arkham.. you remembered those days right?” Jerome mocked the memories he knew were untouchable to Joker to try and disorientate him and gain control.

“Jerome, we used to go to my dads club all the time” the clown princess was hit off guard by the arkham comment and tried to mend the situation before it blew up further. But her husband shot her a loot he hadn’t shown since their own days of being locked up.

“Whose side are you on?” he whispered, feelings pins poking his body all over, a numb feeling taking over trying to block out everything else besides making Ozzie terrified.

He couldn’t believe how the two of them would be so willing to let this leech take out his baby.

Joker was beside himself with pride. Just having a little taste of Jerome feeling his misery was worth his granddaughter sitting beside the boy. Now that his daughter stuck up for him, there was nothing holding him back from soaking in his narcissism.

“My daughter is right” Joker began “I think that sounds like an excellent time. Keep it a tradition, keep it in the family., huh?” Joker moved his hands theatrically with every word he said turning to his son in law and winking again, followed by a pompous cackle that brought Jerome to his feet.

“Daddy!” his daughter called out to stop him from doing whatever he was about to do. Being Jerome's daughter, she was accustomed to his many traits and this one had death written all over it.

Hearing the word, but not directed at him, burned Joker to his core. He tried to ignore it wanting to see Jerome dig a deeper grave for himself. The short, auburn haired girl looked up at her father with an intensity only matched by him. Her mother sighed deeply knowing her stubborn family would never back down from each other.

“Jerome, I think the kid get’s kid” she looked at the timid boy still sitting, now his entire body visibly shaken. “let’s cut a deal, huh?”

Hearing this wife say that made Jerome’s skin crawl. They were her fathers words. He just wanted her to be on his side. Of all the times when his status was being questioned by not only Joker again, but threatened by a stranger for his own princess.

“You two have fun at the club” she continued “but be home an hour early, and you have to take one of or body guards” she squeezed her husbands hand until it turned even paler. It caught Jerome off guard, she only did that during one of their heists.

“Ah well, I think that’s a great idea! See how smart my girl is Osman?”

“Ozzie, grandpa”.

“Whatever” Joker stood up to join his daughter.

“So that’s it? We can leave now?” she was nervous thinking it too good to be true and waiting for something to ruin it all. Her mother, father, and grandfather all being okay with this didn’t make sense, as much as she was hoping for weeks it would. She grabbed Ozzie’s hand and stood them both up with the rest of her family not wanting to waste the moment.

“Yes sweetheart, right? Her mother looked at Jerome.

“Yes!” Joker announced proudly. Jerome stayed silent, stoic, and cold at Joker taking over the moment clearly meant for him.

Jerome felt powerless for the first time in his life. He remembered when he was a teenager and stood before the Joker with no fear and headstrong. He never lost that until now. He looked at his father in law and realized what he was doing. There was no way in hell he’d want to see her go off. He always tried to claim her as his own. This was just to make him suffer. to try and be the one in control again.

“Guess there’s calculation in chaos old man” Jerome snickered.

“Oh I wouldn’t know what you mean, kid”.

Jerome’s eyes drifted to his daughter and Ozzie outside getting into his car. He didn’t have much time left. He had to think of a way to get Joker out of here so nothing would stand in his way.

“Boss?” a man said behind them and they turned to see the clown princess leading in one of their most trusted henchmen. “want me to start following them?” he asked.

“On second thought...” Jerome hissed pulling his knife from under his sleeve. But before he could say any more a gun shot made his ear start ringing and the man was dead on the floor.

“Oh for fucks sake!” the clown princess scolded. “Was that really necessary? I was just about to make my move!”

The Joker put his gun back in his holster and grinned. “Ya know your mother always said my unpredictability was cute”.

“I think I’ve had enough of it” Jerome said.

“Daddy, I can’t believe you would encourage them to go out like that”.

“What do you think I am, crazy?” Joker spat as Jerome and his daughter gave each other a look. “She’s not going at all”.

Jerome cradled the knife in his hand, using all his strength o stop himself from jamming it into Joker’s chest.

“You used my daughter just to piss me off. Just to get back at me? Oh ha. Ha. Ha. Ha” Jerome faked his amusement in a monotone voice. “How did I know?”

“Define used”.

“You son of a bitch, you just can’t accept it can you?” Jerome moved close so he could looked the clown prince of crime directly in the eye.

“And what would that ‘it’ be, red?”

“That they’re mine. My wife. My daughter. The it is your time, and it’s run out”.

Joker let out a squealing laughter and began clapping his hands together. “Oh how I love me a tough guy! Where were you so many years ago? Pissing your pants on a couch just like Harry”.

“Ozzie, dad”.

“Whatever”.

Joker and Jerome stood silent taking each other in. As much as they hated it, they were the only two people in the world that understood this feeling. Of being replaced in their daughters eyes.

“Talk as much as you want, it still fucking burns you. Barge in as many times through the door, it’s still my fucking house” Jerome began his cackle and his eyes widened as it graduated into a full blown roar.

The stinging sensation resumed inside of Joker. Again he’d never let anyone see, but Jerome’s words were igniting a fire in him because they were true. Nothing would make him happier than slitting Jerome's throat, scalping him, tossing his red hair into the gotham harbor, and being the only man in his girls eyes again.

Jerome’s hand was twitching so badly he had to turn away or else he’d do something with it and then make come true Joker’s ultimate dream, his wife turning on him. The fact that he let Joker under his skin was driving him even more mad. he let happen what Joker had years ago, let his daughter leave with someone else. Jerome could try and spin it all he wanted, but he was stuck.

The only thing t pull the men out of their egocentric trip was another gun shot, taking both of them by surprise. The clown princess held her weapon in the air like the referee breaking up a match.

“Are you two assholes done with your primal bullshit?”

The men stood stone faced. “If so I’d like to go get my daughter.Jerome, I thought you’d be smarted than letting her go like that. I knew I couldn’t count on you dad, you did make the same move years ago”.

“you could have stepped in darling...” Jerome said condescendingly “was this your plan all along?”

“Oh you know me well baby! I wanted to test you a little bit. Guess I’ll have to take care of things, huh? Tsk Tsk Tsk..” she mocked them both “on her first date too.. you’re such a pus-”

“I get it I get it you crazy clown girl” Jerome somehow fell more in love with his wife, her manipulation never failed to make him want her.

Joker and Jerome looked back at each other ready to kill.

“Well that was my plan all along too!” Joker announced as his daughter rolled her eyes.

Joker’s lips spread into a smile, exposing his metal teeth. Just that sight alone was enough to make Jerome want to leave.

“Well what are we waiting for?” he smiled back to his wife.

In a strange way, it was the closest the two men would get and ever be. Untied in arrogance and possession. Ever since their first meeting, they dreamed about getting the chance to gut each other. But now they actually had the same desire.

Jerome tried to shake off the feeling of sympathy for Joker. He remembered being a teenager and how much power he felt hurting Joker. Every time he touched the clown princess or even looked at her, he convinced himself that he was gaining leverage and Joker was crumbling before him. He was addicted to the ecstasy of power it gave him. When he knew his daughter would bring the boy over, he actually looked forward to using that same power to terrorize him. But like a day hadn’t passed Joker came in and stole it from him. The bastard found a way to get revenge. Even thought it was only a few minutes, thinking that he was losing his little girl make his mind more warped than his electro shock treatments. He laughed under his breath thinking about it. Maybe he deserved a little scare? But when he saw Joker walk over to his wife and embrace her, thinking it was father and daughter time again, he quickly got that feeling out. It was time to be the alpha again.

Joker proudly embraced his little girl and planted a kiss on the top of her head. No matter how vicious she got with time or how skilled a manipulator and killer, he would never be able to accept that she wasn’t the same little girl that he would kiss goodnight with the occasional bloody hand print next to her as he watched her sleep. He knew he was never going to let his granddaughter get too far away, so he had to take advantage and make Jerome squirm. The light leaving his eyes was worth all the aggravation. Until the day Joker died, and he planned on being immortal, he was never going to let anyone think they had his girls.

Ozzie tried to steady his breathing, finally escaping with his date and driving away. The relief didn’t last long however, he adjusted his mirror to see a car speeding up to them. Just a glimpse of the green hair behind the wheel was all he needed to understand, and start sweating again.

“ummm... babe?”

She turned around quickly to see what dared to interrupt her date. She should have known it was all too good to be true, all too easily done. After all, her mom did warn her.

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psyseven7 · 7 years

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Well. took me ages longer than it should have but finally I am ready to Show Amber! One of my new Squiddos that ive been working on for a while now, she has indeed chnaged quite alot since original concepts but nonetheless im happy how it came out. :D

Amber Rose "child of the people"

Age: 19

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iris colour: Cyan

ink colour: Amber/Dark tan-ish brown

height: 5'11

Gender: F

weapon: Grim blaster

Bio: Everyone has their own stories of their Pasts, some good, others tragic, most however Both. as for Amber only few know of her story. the few she told are some of the most important People she has ever known,

the Story she has to share all begins in the Slum stacked mini cities in the lower districts of Inkopolis. At the Age of 12 and due to unforeseen events Amber was forced out of her home, a Stainless chromatic coloured Complex, the sheer size and grandous design is shocking to see amidst the Slums of the city. Having no place to call home Amber wandered the streets of the shadow-lit lanes of the messy district, aside from the few Xenon glows of street signs After walking for so long Amber found a half-opened storage area, having no other options, amber crawled into the room and found a pile of old aprons and table cloths. Sprawling onto the Soft fabric Amber quickly slept till the sun arisen, Once morning had arrived the shopkeep returned to his establishment only to find a sleeping child in his Storage room, however unlike most the Shopkeep, a Kind-hearted humpback whale, let the child rest and prep her a meal. shortly there after the young girl woken up to her surprised was greeted with open arms.

after regaining her energy and given a comfy raincoat she was sent off with a small bag of treats thanks to the kind owner. Amber begun searching and exploring the Shanty mini-city she came across few who resented and despised her. However, she hadn't the faintest clue, until a group of ruffians terrorized the Young amber, eventually leaving her on her side down in a puddle, all of her treats and gifts taken from her, But just as she was to get up and Run off she heard rather Mechanical noise that seemed so uncanny to normal whirl and spurts of the average machinery in the mini-opolis. Upon further curiosity she peered and in front of her lied a simple mirror, and the guzzling of an old generator. Amber giggled at the odd noise until it Spurted and suddenly ceased to make noise. all the lights, the signs, and screens vanished to black as if leaving Amber alone, Yet. there was a faint glow, a faint glow of the few rays of light reflecting off the small girl's Unusual eyes, and for the first time Amber saw her own self, her eyes were as green as her poncho but amidst the sea of green lied a small island of Bright Cyan, her iris colour, starstruck by the gaze of her own reflection amber grew fearful, fearful of her own self. So. she ran. she ran as far as possible, hoping to escape the Gaze of her own sight...

Years passed, amber begun wearing a bandanana over her face just barely showing her eyes, Amber was a silent lass. Going around and Helping kind residents in exchange for shelter and a meal, Eventually it became a norm to Spot Amber residing in another's home soon the entire Shanty knew her as "the child of the people"

eventually at age 17 Amber was doing a simple Delivery for an old hermit couple when she uncovered what seemed to be some odd machinery, it seemed to Clean and pristine to be anything from the slums, curious Amber stashed the Package of goods for the hermit couple in a box, and then hid beneath an old door, afterwards She headed down the damp alleyway. Upon reaching the other side she saw two oddly shaped beings in the dark, cautious Amber hid from view behind a stack of pallets and peered through the gaps. what she saw next terrified her to her core. Two pairs of the same Green tinted eyes glinted in the light hanging above, it was as if the eyes were staring, piercing into her. Panic struck amber as she Bashed down the Pallets in front of her and made a mad dash for the alleyway she came through. but however even more eyes of the same tint pierced the darkness of the shadow caked alley. Amber crumpled to the ground weighed by pure terror. she was used to fighting but this. this was something that is not even possible to describe in sheer words alone. yet. she stayed firm, and looked forward eyes wide with a coat of anger hiding the thick wall of absolute terror. and after what seemed like an eternity to her, they withdrew and lurked into the shadows, leaving no trace... aside from a peculiar object of unknown origin, but unlike herself she took the object and slid it into her woven coat's pocket. she ran and grabbed the package and hurried back to the couple before anything else could happen. the hermits allowed Amber to rest in their home for the evening, however Amber couldnt rest, she had met such uncanny beings that yet, showed a striking resemblance to her, even if she only saw the eyes of the 8 that were present.

Time passes and the norm of her Unnormal life returns, Time passes to the eve of winter night, With no where to go and a now 18 year old Amber is shivering and stumbling down the empty streets of Mini-opolis, the name she given the shanty city she grew so accustomed to, all of the residents seem to be asleep or not present. all besides a lonesome cafe, just 4 blocks down. Freezing and running out of any energy she can muster she heads to the home. after knocking faintly on the window sill she is Greeted by a Young but aged Orca, the man sees the Child and without even knowing of who she is he lets her rest upon his sofa and lets the weary child rest. The next Day Amber finds herself in front of a nice steaming bowl of soup, what is in the soup, even amber doesnt remember. as Amber is eating a Young little orca child peers out slightly scared and watches Amber, all amber does is shrug. its not the first time shes been given looks but others when residing in their abode. the Man walks out from behind child shortly after and sits down across from Amber and Greets himself, After a small conversation the man now known as Ox, welcomes Amber into his home, she quietly nods and thanks him and his family for the hospitality. as Amber gathers her belongings the man stops Amber just as she is about to exit the home. "You dont have a place to call home do you? well. we do have a spare room you can have as long as you wish, i know it isnt easy fending for your lonesome." these words stopped Amber in her tracks, it was the first time someone actually offered her a place to stay long term. not knowing what to say all she could process was a grateful bow and begun to unpack her belongings into her new room, it wasnt much but it didnt have to be much. Yet that Night while resting there she spotted the one thing she would never hope to see again. outside her room's window overlooking a damp alleyway still uncovered by the blanket of snow lies 3.. 3 pairs of the same Green tinted eyes, staring back at her, they did not move, or disappear, the lingered for what seems like decades, however as daybreak finally started to peak over the highrises to the East, they retreated to a sewer grate lurching just out from the shadows and as the shadow from the building receeded, so did any evidence of *them*

Now at age 19 and current time Amber sets off waving goodbye to her new family for the day and heading off to the square, ready to see what lies ahead of her. Yet she still cant shake the feeling of the same eyes as her own. watching, and lurking from where ever the normal glance cant spot. but perhaps it wont matter as long as she has those she cares for around her.

And thats that, the brief story of Amber, although there is a few loose ends in her memory such as anything to do with the mysterious complex, or the eyes. but not all questions need to be answered or perhaps some have yet to be found out? its possible in time these loose ends may finally be tied up.

#Splatoon #Amber #Bio #gmod/sfm #my works #Long post #so i may have went a tad over the needed limit and made a full on backstory for her heh...#And now to smother her with Fluff to balance out the sadness and tense stuff >:0

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sainadazai · 3 years

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Chapter 5

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A/n Hey I drew a lil doodoo drawing of y/ns suit

So yeah, this was a quick one when I was bored. Maybe Ill do more art for this book and better art later. I also apologize for the body type being on the side of thin- curvy.

I simply drew the common body shape for MHA's animated style, and then made the thighs a lil thicker because I felt like a garter deserves some nice thighs . If its not your body type, or it offends you, I apologize, and I can take it off this story if it bothers anyone.

Anyway..

On the way out of school that day, you could faintly hear the quarrel of two boys from your class, the ones whose fight earlier scared Ojiro. They seemed to have so much in common, and yet it pitted against them. They needed a wake up call, but it wasn't yours to give. The yelling was hard to just walk by, but you did your best to tune it out, you'd ease dropped enough earlier when you watched them put their hearts into their battle on the screen.

Still, your mind was preoccupied, so you walked past them easily, not even sparing a glance. Eyes stuck to the ground in concentration. Just trying to follow the little scrapes and grooves in the sidewalk you stood on.

Todoroki said thank you, after you apologized. As if he'd never heard it before, that's what his voice sounded like. Like no one ever noticed that fear he had in those heterochromatic eyes. Whatever happened to him, stuck with him. Bothered him, even. You could just tell.

Why hadn't you said something more? Or maybe all you said was all he neede-

"Oof!"

"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't see you," He did see you, he saw you from meters away, looking at the ground. Perfect time for him to execute his plan.

You looked up from your spot on the ground, having fallen over. There stood Shoto Todoroki, in all his deadpan glory, looking down at you. He wasn't offering a hand so you did your best to stand on your own while keeping your underwear hidden. The boy didn't seem like the type who would look, but you never know.

"Ah, don't worry, um, its my fault anyways." You had been waiting for the chance to talk to him, but now he stood in front of you, there was nothing you felt comfortable saying. Earlier in class you totally embarrassed yourself in front of him, and then scared him. In a mean way too, in a trauma way.

"I don't really see how it's your fault."

So he did want to talk to you? He could have simply left after the brief apologies, but he stayed, protesting your claim. That and the privacy, made it much easier to respond to the boy.

"Well, I was staring at the ground, so not really the best way to walk through a place where anyone else could be." You kept your gaze at his shoes, to prevent from overthinking and getting flustered. This was supposed to be the beginning of a great friendship.

"Hm, you always look at the ground?" He pondered seriously, as you used his voice to block out the sounds of yelling a couple hundred meters away.

What was he implying with that question? Did he mean it as an insult, or was he just curious? He always seemed so sincere with his words, blunt but soft. It was strange to you, but it felt trustworthy.

"What do you mean?"

"You always seem to be looking at the ground, like in the quirk assessment test, and when you were beating me earlier. Why do you do that, L/n?" Todoroki took a step forward, standing one meter away from you.

"I guess to distract myself?" You were guessing out loud, but again something about it felt okay. Like you could say whatever you wanted and he would still just be there, curious eyes staring down at you.

"What are you distracting yourself fr-"

"You were super cool in the training earlier!" You almost yelled at him, not feeling like describing the eyes that felt so prying on you every time you spoke. Similarly not wishing to relive all the years where talking got you beat up in alleys on your walk home, and black eyes began to mark your face more commonly than not. It's not like that would be important to him, at least your wounds healed.

He had that trauma, whatever it was, constantly screaming at him in the mirrors or reflections of himself. A scar that widens his stoic eyes at the mere presence of heat, something that must hurt him very badly. Your childhood bullies are nothing to him, so it's best to talk about anything else.

"Oh, um thank you, L/n, but you were the one who won after all. I won't let you best me again, you know."

"Oh, I um, I'm not sure that win was fair.." You rubbed the back of your neck, hiding your embarrassment for your actions earlier. It didn't seem to cross your mind that what you did was actually what you were supposed to do. All you could think of was the look in his eyes that you put there, and you didnt ever wanna see it again.

Todoroki could sense that feeling of guilt in you, he'd felt it plenty of times before. Alone in his room when he dreams of his mothers face, sitting at his desk at school, thinking of all of the times he lost control of his quirk as a kid, in training. He learned to see it in others, you felt like it was an unfair win because you had scared him. That was your job, though, wasn't it? Why were you so upset at your success? He didn't understand.

"Did you break a rule, or something?"

"No.."

"Then how could you have cheated?"

"I just.. Look whatever happened to you eye-" you stopped as you noticed him stiffen. It wouldn't be nice to make him relive his trauma either, so what were you meant to say?

"I just shouldn't have used heat, I could tell that was a burn scar and it was a cruel thing to do." you looked down at the ground feeling like the shittiest hero in the world.

"You were playing the villain, though, weren't you?" He spoke again, seeming to have regained his stoic presence and stone face.

"I guess I was, but I'm here to become a hero. A hero wouldn't do something like that."

"Maybe they would." He started talking with certainty that disobeyed his use of the word 'maybe'.

"Huh?"

"Not all heroes are what you think they are, L/n." He looked you dead in the eyes, the intensity of his aura growing and it almost felt like you were supposed to cower in fear. Still, you held your ground, despite now being only inches away from him.

"Sounds like you speak from experience," You tilted your head becoming more outwardly spoken and allowing your thoughts to exit your mouth.

"That's a topic for another day, goodnight, L/n." With that, he turned away and walked stiffly out of U.A.'s gates. Leaving a million questions to run through your mind.

Did this make you friends now? When would that other day come? Had you just eternally ruined your chances at being a hero? Was he right? Were some heroes bad, like you? Were you bad? There were too many questions for you to answer yourself. So you settled from going home and making some dinner with your parents, you missed them, after having to be friends with other kids all day. They would be your comforting escape from highschool, or well, two days worth of highschool.

When you arrived at the barrier-like gates of your school the next morning, you were rushed with reporters. They were men and women, tall and short, circling around you all at once. You could hear the sweet and kind voice of Uraraka from afar, but you couldn't see her over the swarm of reporters. It was terrifying.

"What's it like having all might as your teacher?"

"Is the hero course majorly improved by the symbol of peace's presence?"

"Why did All Might become a teacher?"

"Have you done any training with the number one pro?"

Being here almost felt like being in your own mind. Swarmed with questions you don't have the answers too, or the confidence to answer them if you do. It was overwhelming, the world began to spin around you and your palms grew sweaty. E/c eyes shot in every direction to find an escape but they couldn't, you were trapped. Then, little black dots started to crowd up your vision like ants in your eyes and you fell unconscious.

The brown haired girl who had been happily indulging reporters noticed your fall and ran to you, grabbing hold of your arm. She wasn't really sure what had happened, but she decided to just take you into class with her. The reporters busying themselves with other arriving students.

Ochako took it upon herself to take hold of your backpack and drag your limp body by it, all the way up the hill and into the buildings of U.A. She wouldn't admit it, due to being a bit shy, but you caught her eye on the first day of school, and she'd been meaning to befriend you. Unlike the group of girls who she noticed had adopted you, Ochako spent her first few days with Deku and Iida. Securing herself in a nice little group with them.

However, you were very pretty, and adorably shy, and she really wanted to be your friend. Then after your awesome performance in yesterday's training, she was set on it. This was a great opportunity for her to help someone out, and make a new friend!

Strange looks came from every direction as the short, pink-cheeked girl dragged your seemingly lifeless form through the halls. They were both concerned for you, and confused at her calmness in the situation. However, no one spoke on it, fearing a hero class student might have some weird reason to do a strange thing like this.

Well, no one until Deku. He had been excited to greet his friend until he noticed her unusual baggage.

"Hi Urarak-Is that L/n?!" His eyes shot wide and he almost jumped back.

She looked down to you, and then back up at the freckled boy, "Oh, yeah" rubbing her neck she added, "She sorta passed out by the reporters and I couldn't just leave her there!"

"Oh my god! Is she okay? Should we take her to recovery girl? What if she has iron deficiency? Did the reporters zap her with some sort of quirk?"

"Deku...Deku...DEKU!"

"Wahh!?Yes?"

"She is fine, I think she just got overwhelmed." Uraraka tried to calm him. She wasn't all that sure about your condition herself, but it didn't seem crazy like Midoriya was implying. You just looked panicked. Her head turned as soon, Todoroki walked up to 1.A. 's door.

"Oh, hello L/n.." he looked down at you, kicked your side a bit to check if you were dead or not. Honestly, he wasn't very surprised to see you passed out in the halls, having assumed you were met with the reporters as well. Todoroki couldn't blame you for falling unconscious, he wished he could have, too.

At his nudge, you stirred awake, and then all at once, shot up to your feet defensively. "A-All Mights cool, okay! He's fine, he's just fine. Please I-" Then your eyes cleared and you were no longer in front of the school. The people surrounding you were no longer reporters, but your classmates.

"Oh, um, hi..guys?"

"I already said hello to you, L/n."

"While I was unconscious?"

"Yes."

"How does tha-"

"Get outta my way you losers!" The puff of blonde hair and rabies stormed through the halls. Back slumped like an angry old man, scowl resting on his face. He was not excited for school after yesterday, and those damn reporters made it worse, bringing up the sludge monster incident. So imagine the rage when the annoying girl who placed just behind him on almost everything was at the door, looking stupid, and nervous, and in his way.

"L/n! You better get out of that doorway!"

You squeaked, not because bakugou's empty threats scared you, but because if you defied him, that meant speaking words. He seemed pretty good at words, so you didn't want to test it. His voice was also way too loud for someone who had just woken up from what you thought was a near death experience.

People were scary.

Soon enough, however, everyone was settled in class. You, in your seat next to Todoroki, who didn't seem quite as cold as the day prior. Not to say his face was any less stone-like or his voice was any less monotone, but the aura around him wasn't as intense. That comforted you as Aizawa began the days homeroom period.

"Decent work on yesterday's combat training, you guys. I saw the video feeds and went over each of your team's results. Bakugou, you're talented, so don't sulk like a child about your loss, okay?"

Said boy huffed a breath "Yeah, whatever."

"And midoriya.."

He continued talking about how Midoriya has to break himself to use his quirk, but you tuned it out because the memory of seeing it was pretty gross.

"L/n, your battle with Todoroki was risky, he was less than a foot away from a victory by the time you took action, additionally, you're going to have to get those nerves under control. We can't have you apologizing every time you use your quirk. It's a waste of air."

His call out of your name was enough to shock your eyes open, but him criticizing your work in front of others? That was terrifying. You knew he was right, about everything, it was his job to be, after all. Still, it hurt to hear, considering it wasn't like you intended on being shy. Your body just clamped up and started to sweat when other people came around. It got super hot and loud and scary until you muttered an apology, nothing about it was voluntary. If anything, you really wanted to be extroverted and say what's on your mind and be bold. The world just seemed to have different plans, you supposed.

"Sor- I mean, uh, yes sir!"

Todoroki shot you a side glance , internally a bit proud at your ability to stop the apology that rested on your tongue. He was having an internal battle with himself about why he wanted it and why he didn't. The argument points being; it's adorable when you're shy, it's kind to apologize - versus - you being confident yesterday was arousing, and making quick progress is a sign of intelligence. A tough battle for the young boy's mind.

"Today we'll be choosing a class representative. Hurry up and choose before class ends." Aizawa zipped himself away in his sleeping bag and the class was left confused. Until you suppose everybody wanted to be class rep. Then there was an abundance of screaming and begging. From the red haired boy, the pink skinned girl, the kind girl from lunch. The whole class thought they would be worthy leaders. You heavily disagreed.

From your experience in previous schooling, class representatives were meant to be somebody smart, strong minded, compassionate, a good leader. These were just a ton of kids begging for attention, really, you aspired to be just like them.

Aizawa was right, though, you needed to get the whole shy thing under control, and fast if you wanted people here to view you as a threat. So you decided you probably wanted momo as class rep and slumped in your seat to strategize ways to be more bold.

While you were zoning off in your seat, Iida took charge of the situation, you guessed it was always going to come down to a vote, but good on him for 'coming up with it.'

"Hey, L/n."

"Wha?! Oh todoroki, um, yes?"

"Who are you choosing?"

"Um, Yaoyorozu.."

"Why?"

"Well, she is smart, and kind, and probably a good leader, so"

"Okay. Me too then."

His words didn't make sense to you. Was he agreeing with you just because of something you said?vIt couldn't be. Maybe he was insisting that he, too, was a good leader. That would make more sense than agreeing with you.

"You're a good leader too?"

"No. I will also vote for yaoyorozu."

"B-b-but...WHY!?!" your eyes widened in shock as you whisper-yelled at him.

"You don't want me to?" he asked, still in deadpan.

"I-well I do, B-but um, nevermind." It was better to return your gaze to yo[ur desk. He would think you are weird if you said something about it being because of you. He probably just also saw those traits in momo, it had nothing to do with you.

There were almost tears in your eyes. It felt as if the whole world was rooting against you, cheering for your failure. Eyes were watching and glaring, it felt like it'd be better to just curl up into a ball on the floor. Be so small they cant see you anymore, then maybe the universe would stop hating you so much.

They were out of soba for lunch. You would rather starve.

Next to you, on the way to some random table, momo was complaining about how Midoriya was president. She didn't understand what he really could do, being that he was so shy to attention. He reminded her of you, but she would never say that. It would make you nervous, like you and he were competitors, and he is so much nicer than you.

"Hey! Over here!" Ashido called to the two of you, waving her hand frantically.

"As I was saying, he does show some signs of good leadership, but im worried he is too nervous right now."

"Mm, yeah.." Your hand came up to wave at said boy, who had been making an uncomfortable eye-contact with you for quite some time.

Over at Midoriya's table, the conversation about pros had shifted to you. As Iida was explaining his family business, or hero-business, it led him to the memory of having been told a story about you. About your dad, to be precise.

"Yes. And I dont think I'm the only descendant of a pro in our class."

"What?!' Ochako screamed, eyes wide and shaking in excitement.

His gaze flickered to where you walked slowly next to a rambling black haired girl. No lunch in hand and mind seemingly elsewhere.

"Yes. I recall the story of one rising pro from years ago, under the name of Magneto. He was almost in the top ten ranks after less than a year of hero work, and climbed quickly. His private life was kept under wraps but his last name was L/n. That, and the metal quirk lead me to believe that the L/n of our class is his relative in some way." Iida presented the information with less gestures than he used for his own family, but more like he was solving a mystery, one he seemed quite proud to have deciphered.

"Oh I know Magneto, he retired around the same time All Might got famous." Uraraka added.

They were both quite indifferent at this information, but Midoriya was thinking a million miles a second. He knew exactly why your relative retired. In the battle where All Might saved over a hundred people, and became famous, the battle he'd watched a thousand times as a kid, Magneto was injured, along with his pregnant wife. It caught the news a couple days later and he had written down everything.

So was this hero your father? Uncle? Cousin? Is this how you got to be so strong? He was so busy feeling in awe of you he began to stare. Lost in the gate of your stride, and the stillness of your lips, how they were pursed in a straight line as if you disagreed with something. Those e/c eyes were however lost in thought. Until you spoke something quietly and looked up at him, holding eye contact.

He blushed slightly at being caught and decided he should just wave, and you waved back.

From the other side of the table, Todoroki could hear everything. He could acknowledge that you were strong, with or without a famous dad, but he wondered if the pro-hero dad thing was the same for you as it was for him, He'd hope not, he assumed not, too. Even if your life wasn't what he had thought it was, you always smiled so brightly. When you thought no o[ne was looking, you'd smile at Midoriya's success, and the fighting of the kids in front of you. Sometimes he even caught you smiling to yourself in class, as you just wrote down some English questions.

That smile didn't feel like it came from struggle, or masking pain, it felt genuine. He found that he really liked that.

"Warning Level 3 Security Breach!"

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