Izanita

Warnings/Tags: death, slightly culty (could be wrong)

Words: ~650

A/N: This would be a prologue to a fanfiction idea I have I just want some people's opinions If the concept is interesting or not ^^

You had never asked to be in this situation, locked behind four walls that made up an already moldy basement. It was never your choice; it was your parents. The moment those… superpowers started appearing, they thought the end was coming, that those with powers would destroy everyone. But you couldn't disagree more. Yes, it’s true that some of them were causing chaos, but there were exceptions that you knew personally. She was cheerful, patient, and selfless, more than the people around you who would shun anyone who disagreed with them. That’s the same reason why they had to drag you away from her into the basement that you have found yourself in for the past several years. How many? Well, you lost count, enough years for your parents to die, and for supplies to run out, that’s for sure. But you didn’t feel hungry; you hadn’t felt hungry for a while. You never tried going out; your parents didn’t let you. And after they died? You didn’t feel hungry, you never went out for supplies, those walls are all you knew for a long time, so you started feeling safe around them and stayed.

It was one day when you started hearing movement coming from what used to be your house. Someone moving in? Most likely. They wouldn’t find the basement anyway, no, they wouldn’t, your parents’ friends made sure of that. But you were curious, you tried knocking on the door to the basement but somehow, your hand went through that door that separated you and the outside. You pulled back your hand and looked at the door for a few seconds, then attempted it again, this time pushing through completely.

You found yourself in the middle of a young couple talking to some construction workers, waving your hand trying to touch them. You were a ghost to them, literally, but you could still see yourself in mirrors as if you were completely fine. You couldn’t talk to them either; you tried, all you got was a “Hey, did you guys hear that?” from the young woman. Maybe in the future you’ll be able to communicate properly. Right now? You couldn’t. You stood there for the rest of the conversation, listening.

“This house seems in perfect condition compared to the others. We’ll stay here while we continue in the rest of the town.” The woman told the construction worker

“Alright, is that all?” The worker answered, noting everything said down in a notepad.

“We think so, I mean, the most important thing here is to be reminded of the past.” The young man explained. “After all, there aren’t many towns from 100 years ago that you can still find in this condition.”

They all laughed, you couldn’t, over 100 years? You really were a ghost. You stumbled back, accidentally hitting one of the toolboxes lying around. The three people standing there immediately turned their heads towards the sound, but you couldn’t look them in the face, so you ran. Even if they couldn’t see you, you kept running, not daring to look at all the workers in the different houses. For 100 years, your time was frozen in a basement that no one had yet discovered.

You spent some days in the forest, at this point, counting the time you were there wasn’t important, but at least in the forests around wild animals you felt noticed. As if they had a third sense, they looked in your direction, sniffed around you. Sometimes you felt as if they were following that same scent. After what felt like forever walking around, you found yourself looking at a city in the distance. Surprisingly, it was nothing like you had imagined a city from 100 years in the future to look like, but it was still a city nevertheless.

Summary: You had been raised in a family who firmly believed in the free usage of quirks but your whole world changed when your parents died because of them, but for change you can’t take revenge immediately.

Warnings/Tags: yes romantic but no romantic, slight angst, Betrayal,  mentions of death, probs some brainwashing going on too, fem!reader but can be read as neutral perfectly I just wrote she/her pronouns and was too lazy to change it.

Words: ~1700

A/N: I saw a prompt I interpreted it, I like depressing stuff, fight me. Anyways you can interpret how Hawks feels about you here. Btw, I like metaphors, they’re fun.

Ever since you were young, you were taught one thing: “Everyone should be able to use their quirks freely.” For most of your life, you truly believed that until you moved to Deika City. Most people in this city thought the same way as your family did, except some; one of those who didn’t agree was your best friend. It was weird since before you knew them, you didn’t even think about heroes; you just thought of them as people who thought of themselves as superior for being able to use their quirks legally, but slowly, throughout your friendship, you started paying more attention to heroes and to their achievements. That’s when your beliefs started crumbling bit by bit.

It didn’t take long for your parents to realise that you were doubting everything they taught you, and so your life turned into a game of tug of war, each side trying to make the other one fall. The side that fell first? Your best friend and their family. You weren’t sure what happened, but one night was all it took for their house to be emptied. You went back to how your life was before, eventually meeting new people who introduced you to others, and so you climbed up the ladder, forgetting all your doubts as if they had never existed.

A long time had passed since your friend had disappeared when you were warned that you would have to fight the League of Villains soon. You didn’t like the idea of fighting another group of villains, especially not if both sides could reach an agreement, since both your ideas were similar. You didn’t fight. The day the battle came, you told your parents a bad excuse, and that you would be back, then you left for the nearby mountains and stayed there watching it all unfold. When you saw things calm down, you walked back down and headed towards your house. On the way there, someone stopped you, a family friend. They grabbed your wrist and dragged you towards a specific street, and there you saw them, your parents, splattered on the ground. Your world came tumbling down in just a few seconds, leaving only a lingering question standing. If everyone were able to fight, would this happen to more people? If so, maybe some things must be changed.

Soon after a new leadership was announced, you stood in the crowd looking up at all the new league of villains’ lieutenants. One of them had killed your parents, and you knew who. The rest of them? They had changed this whole organization for the worse. Everyone else seemed to follow Re-Destro’s word blindly, but you understood that they didn’t want the best for you. Your parents were an example. If you wanted to make a difference, knowing that the lieutenants were way stronger than you, your best shot was to befriend Toga, climb the ladder, and gain support. Once you had the power, you would take your revenge. Just for one second, your focus wavered off her. You couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched. You looked around, trying to catch someone staring at you. Instead, you were surprised by a red pair of wings talking to a few other members. Hawks? The number two hero? It didn’t make sense, and you were convinced the black-haired guy from the League agreed with you as you saw him take Hawks away. You should really learn the names of the lieutenants if you want to befriend one of them…

It didn’t take you long to befriend Toga. You were in the kitchen and accidentally cut yourself, and you guessed she really liked that because the next second she was next to you holding your bloody finger as if it was a trophy. After that, it was easy to get her to your side. Every time you got hurt, you went to her and showed her because you “thought of her every time you saw blood”. For her, that was a declaration of friendship. Just as you started hanging out more with her, Hawks started showing up more in your life. You knew he was very important for the higher-ups since he had some of the most important connections in here, but you couldn’t help but feel suspicious of him. Every time he talked to you, it felt like he had an ulterior motive behind his conversations, yet Toga kept telling you how he helped Twice out, another one of the lieutenants. Could it be he agreed with the ideology, just not how it was being executed? You let him get closer. He was your only chance at changing the parts of these beliefs that would make people end up like your parents.

You found yourself alone in the forest one morning, sketching different kinds of flowers, when you bumped into Hawks. You were in your own world, just like he was in his.

“You’re drawing something?” He curiously asked, looking at your sketchbook.

“Yes, there are plenty of flowers here that most people don’t pay attention to when walking through the forest.”

He simply nodded at your statement. For one second, you felt like he was analysing you as if trying to figure out if you also had another reason to say what you did. You didn’t, but if he was looking for one, then there are two things it could mean. So, you risk it.

“You know most of these flowers aren’t a big deal; they just stand there pretty, but other flowers can be dangerous. You never know, especially not if you haven’t studied them all.”

“Are you trying to tell me something?” His stance immediately changed into a defensive one. You just started a fire, and you had to pick between two extinguishers to put it out, one worked one didn’t.

“I don’t know you well enough, but I’m also pretty sure you don’t really agree with the higher-ups.” His eyes narrowed, and you stopped talking for a second to listen to see if he would say something. He didn’t. “I don’t agree with them either.”

That last phrase seemed to calm him down. You had picked the right extinguisher.

“If you disagree, why are you still here?”

“She killed my parents. Toga, I mean. Sometimes I really want to end her life right then and there, but I don’t. I need her.”

“You need her?”

“Hero society is corrupt, but so are the people here; both are going to end up destroying themselves. I have a chance to change this place, and I will introduce them to something new. But for that, I need Toga. I’ll take my revenge once I earn people’s support.”

You tried to read his face after you explained your intentions to him, but were met with a blank poker face. You could rely only on his words, but he didn’t speak. He never spoke. He just patted your shoulder and walked further into the forest.

A week had passed from that interaction, and you had talked with him on multiple occasions, but the moment you two were alone, he claimed he had something to do and left. Everything he did left you more confused. He didn’t tell anyone about what you said, but he didn’t talk to you either. You soon found out why.

You found yourself sitting alone in the forest one morning, sketching one flower over and over again, trying to get it perfect, when a shadow covered your light source. It was Hawks. You were in your own world; he had been looking for you.

“I was thinking about what you told me.” He stretched out his hand. You took it, and he dragged you upwards, pulling you into a hug.

“It’s unfair what happened to your parents. I agree with you, these people are corrupt. I’m sorry.”

You hugged him back, letting your guard completely down. He was the first to acknowledge that your parents' death has more than a sacrifice. But then you realised. He never said he agreed with you completely; he only pointed out one part of what you said. You tried pulling out, but he held you tight, not letting you go.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered again. Your vision went black.

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You didn’t know how much time had passed since you got arrested; you only knew that while you were locked up, a whole war had passed. No one had visited you, and you weren’t expecting anyone to, but what you were expecting less was for the same person who made your arrest possible to be the one visiting you. He looked different; his face was scarred, but most importantly, the red wings that made him so recognizable were gone.

You both stared at each other for what felt like an eternity. He was the first one to speak.

“I’m sorry.”

When you first revealed your intentions to him, he was conflicted. He already knew something was wrong with your worldview when he saw you glaring at one of the League of Villains' members, Toga Himiko. Unlike everyone else, you didn’t seem to welcome them, especially not her. Could you be different? As the days passed, he started seeing you hang out around Toga increasingly. Maybe you changed your mind? But no, all your conversations told him otherwise. You were sweet, you seemed to care about the well-being of others, and you wanted an order for it.

“She was born in the wrong place.” He repeated to himself. “It shouldn’t be too difficult to change her ideas.”

Turns out, you truly did believe what you were taught. And you were so determined that he started thinking you might just become the next leader if he forgot about you. So, he didn’t. He ambushed you and knocked you out, leaving you defenceless for when the heroes came, so you could be arrested without fighting back. He thought that would be the best course of action.

“It shouldn’t be so difficult to change her ideas.” That’s what he thought. How hypocritical of him. You and he weren’t that different. You both wanted to help people, but you were taught one way to do it that you kept following. He never truly let go of his path, so why would you?

He looked at you through the glass. You looked the same, as if your face had frozen the last time you both saw each other.

Summary: Honestly I would love to explain, but idk how < 3

Warnings: Angst, mention of death

Words: ~700

A/N: I was sad on my bed at 1AM so this is what came out, have fun! Or don't, you probably won't have fun. Also english is not my first language and uh I never posted any of my writing before so have mercy I accept criticism

You were 11 years old when Touya first saw you. Your parents had just died in a villain attack, cars piled up in a mountain, and right in the middle of that mountain lay your parents' car. You sprinted out of the crowd and cried your lungs out to the only hero on scene, Endeavor. You hit him, insulted him, and blamed him for your parents' death, but he wasn't able to say a word. You were eventually dragged away by the police.

The second time you met was at a convenience store, or well, outside. Fate had brought you together again when you accidentally bumped into him while running away from the owner. Touya quickly understood the situation and grabbed your wrist, running away with you. After a while, you both stopped hearing the owner's voice; the sound was replaced by Touya's laughter. He seemed to be having so much fun that it confused you; you were trying to survive. He smiled brightly and extended his hand to you.

"My name's Todoroki Touya, what's yours? "

It was the start of a new friendship.

For the next few years, you both spent time together.

"Look at my new move! "

"Next time you need saving, I'll be the first hero there! "

"I'll make sure to scream your name then."

But the closer you got, the more your conversations changed.

"My dad keeps insisting I stop."

"Do you think I should stop? "

"Why should you stop?"

You didn't know.

Touya continued training until one day everything he knew burned down, and he remembered your words as his flames shone brightly throughout the night. He woke up 3 years later in the nursery. When he found out how long it had been, you were the first thing on his mind; after that came his family.

Dabi had never forgotten his past, especially not you. He had searched for you for years, but it hadn't been so easy. You had no family, no house, no nothing, for all he knew, you could've changed names too. One day, while walking mindlessly, he ended up back in Sekoto Peak. For some reason, after stopping and looking at it for a few seconds, he decided to walk inside. He wandered through the forest until he reached a small open area littered with burnt tree stumps. He looked around; the area felt like the border of the fire. Right before leaving, he caught something in the corner of his eye. There was a shadow inside one of the tree hollows. He walked towards it, igniting a small spark of fire in case he was being spied on, but as soon as he saw what was inside, he realized. Inside was a human, a child at that, just not one that is alive.

That's the last time he saw you. Your already decomposed body curled up in a ball inside a tree hollow, your clothes still the same as all those years ago. The reason he couldn't find you wasn't that you had moved on, no, it was because the world had moved on without you. No one knew you had died, no one came to this spot, you remained hidden for years, and forgotten. Dabi would've cried if he still were able to. Just like the world had failed him, it had failed you, too, but at least he had a second chance; he would take revenge for you, too.

Flames rose up in the same forest again, this time they were blue.

7 years ago, when you first saw the fire, you knew whose flames they were, Touya's. You couldn't trust heroes to get there quickly; you had to get him yourself. You ran through the flames trying your best not to catch on fire, and you didn't, but you also didn't find Touya. You hoped for the best, that he had escaped his own flames. It was your turn now to get away, but you weren't able to run very far; you were still close to the fire when your body started giving up. On your path stood a tree with a hole big enough to fit you, and you were tired; you couldn't stay awake anymore, so that's where you hid, closing your eyes for the last time.

You were never able to understand why his father wanted him to stop; now you did, so you disappeared with the regret of the last words you ever told him.