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sseniita · 3 months

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breaking generational trauma*

*ig the name is staying

pt 1

“Oh shit, she is related to you.”

Hero readjusted Eloise on her lap, not paying attention. “I told you to stop swearing in front of her.” She looked back to the villain’s holographic screen, numbers, graphs, and codes she didn’t understand but were practically the villain’s mother tongue. The hero sneezed; it was cold in the villain’s lair. Wait- what did he just say?!

“We’re related?!” the hero exclaimed, rolling her chair closer to the villain.

“It certainly looks like it. Her DNA and yours are almost identical.” The hero considered this, smiling from ear to ear.

“I’ve always wanted a daughter-” the villain shook his head. “sister?” he shook it again.

“More like a clone.” He said, much to the hero’s disappointment.

“Will she be normal?” The hero hoped.

“Don’t know.” The villain said quickly. “Since the procedures performed on you when you were little were practically radioactive, it changed your DNA into something very different than your original one - that’s the one Eloise’s is similar to.”

“What’s that mean for her then?”

“I’d have to do some more tests, but that suggests a high probability of having powers. At least eventually.”

The villain noticed the hero begin bouncing her leg, by proxy, also bouncing a smiling Eloise up and down- at least she was enjoying this.

“Look- it’s just a primary hypothesis. I can’t be sure of anything just yet.”

“It’s been a month.” The villain sighed at the desperation in her voice. The dark circles under her eyes were worse than usual. She’d stayed at the villain’s place about 5 or 6 days a week, in that time she barely slept, obsessing over Eloise and what her next step should be.

“Hero, this takes time. We’re in no rush. No one knows she’s with us.”

“Yet! Last night another hero asked me where I was all night.”

“Well, what’d you tell them?”

The hero sighed in embarrassment. “I told them I was having tummy issues.” She uncovered Eloise from the blanket to stand her up on her thighs, looking at her intently, it seemed as if all her issues disappeared in a second. “You’re lucky you're so cute." She told the baby. "And that you are literally me, apparently." But she wasn't. Sure, they had similarities, but no way Eloise was a clone. There was definitely something else going on that they'd get to the bottom to eventually. These thoughts were interrupted by Eloise spitting and giggling.

They stayed like that for a while, listening to Eloise babbling incoherencies. They read somewhere they should encourage a baby's babbling by nodding and repeating oh’s and ah’s. Finally the hero's exclamations isolated the villain’s- he quickly stopped.

“How do you know that?” She asked, carefully. The villain hummed in question, prompting clarification. “About my DNA, the procedures, how’d you know that?”

The hero could have sworn the villain stilled- stuttered even. As soon as she noticed it, it was gone.

“It’s pretty obvious from your DNA sample, Hero. Your DNA doesn’t look the way it should. Shouldn’t be stable- yet it is. Obvious signs of some sort of radiation. People aren’t just born this way.” He spoke in quick, short sentences, very unlike him.

She ignored the way he dodged her question. The villain knew more than he was. It was no secret how extensively trained he was in medicine, engineering, and lord knows what else; proved by his ability to recover the hero from certain death, his insane contraptions and robots, and how he was able to keep up with her- in short, the villain was the smartest person the hero had ever met.

Furthermore, fighting him one on one was also unnecessary to know he was a force to be reckoned with- he always says he doesn’t work out- preferring to explain how making robots and machines are laborious tasks. No way was the hero believing that the villain got like that through daily activities when the hero trained almost five hours a day and looked nothing like him. This proved two things; the villain was totally the hero’s type, and that he could lie. Both were equally important for different reasons.

“What’s DNA supposed to look like?” She tried, pointing to the diagram on the screen. “Looks like the ones in textbooks to me.”

“To untrained eyes, yes.”

“What’s yours look like? Can we compare it?”

“My, asking to look at my DNA? That’s a bit intrusive if not forward, hero.”

“Ah, my bad. Should I have asked to take you out to dinner first?” The villain was almost taken aback. Almost. He didn’t respond. She took note.

She sighed, putting that topic to rest- choosing to believe him, what other choice did she have?

“Let’s head back to mine,” the hero wished he’d said that the same way he did in her dreams “are you staying overnight? I have a meeting later with other villain. I can drop you off though, dinner is in the fridge and I’ll be home by 11.”

Hero got up, Eloise still babbling in her arms. “Sounds good. And, um, thanks. For all of this” she said. The villain had a habit of putting a hand on her back to lead her out, it gave the hero butterflies every time. This time was no exception.

The villain had stayed true to his word, he arrived home to a dark and quiet apartment, locking the door and moving around as quietly as he could. He followed the sounds of Mozart playing through the stereo through the open guest room door, simultaneously taking off his jacket and loosening his tie. Peeking quickly into the bedroom, he saw the hero and Eloise cuddled together on the puffy bed, toys thrown around, and window open allowing the curtains to billow in the wind. As he moved in to close the windows, he stepped on a toy which said a loud 'the cow goes moo' awaking both the hero and Eloise. The hero instinctively grabbed Eloise as she scanned the room for any danger before laying her eyes on the villain.

“Sorry,” he muttered. Eloise started crying.

With a sigh that turned into a yawn, the hero got up to turn on the lights and begin to rock Eloise back to sleep.

“Nice one, Mr. stealthy and secretive villain.” She joked.

“I’m so sorry.” He repeated.

“It's my fault for falling asleep before cleaning up.” She said over Eloise’s cries. She held her closer, shushing in-between yawns and bouncing her to no avail. The villain stared guilty at the hero’s dark circles and slumped shoulders. Her eyes were half lidded as she tried her hardest to stay awake. The villain knew anybody outside looking in would immediately label the villain as a deadbeat dad and husband.

He usually gave the hero the honors of changing, feeding, playing with, and putting Eloise to sleep, preferring to stand on the sidelines and buy diapers or bring the hero bottled milk. Aside from once or twice a week when the hero had stayed at the Hero Dorms to avoid suspicion- where the villain had spent the whole nights awake, anxiously making sure Eloise was still breathing- he hadn’t had much time taking care of Eloise. After a night of keeping the baby alive, the hero had previously asked how the villain's mother took care of him. She seemed oddly excited to hear about villain's upbringing, he wished he could tell her some amazing story about a loving mother and ways he was raised but all that came out was an undignified 'I don't know.' The hero had insisted, leading to the villain acting curt to get her to drop it.

After that, he kept his distance mostly because the hero looked so striking and dooming to the villain as a mother, among other things. The villain wouldn’t be able to disillusion himself if he took on the role of father. Not to mention Eloise was an adorable child. Curious, social and playful; she had won over the villain’s heart. But this won’t last forever, he’d remind himself, don’t let yourself get comfortable.

“When’s the last time you slept?” he asked.

“Hmm? I was just sleeping.”

“More than 3 hours?”

“At a time? Or in one night?”

The villain sighed at the confirmation of his suspicions. He had definitely gone soft. With the hero being half asleep, it was easy to peel her off and take Eloise into his own arms.

“Hey-” she reached for the baby.

“You need the rest- you're saving people for a living, remember? I’ll take her tonight.”

“Oh. Are you sure?” She lowered her voice, Eloise was finally settling into the villain’s arms, cries subsiding. “She- she might not let you sleep.”

“Don’t worry about it. Get some rest.”

“Oh um. Ok. But let me know if you need anything! I’ll leave the door open-'' the villain was at the door frame as the hero scooched herself to the other side of the bed.

“Yes. Good night.”

“She likes to use your arm as a pillow! The bed pillows are too puffy for her.”

“Anything else?” he asked sarcastically.

The hero looked nervous, grabbing a pillow to hug.

“Uh- no. Sorry. Ya, goodnight.” The villain began to walk to his own bedroom. “Um! You know what? She’ll wake up around 2 anyways! Why don’t I-” hero called out, making her way over.

“Do you not trust me?” The villain finally asked, as if the hero truly had any reason to trust him. He was a villain, she was a hero. They both seemed to forget. “You always get like this when I take her for the night.” The hero looked mortified.

“Huh? No! No, that's not it at all, it’s just…” The villain raised an eyebrow. “I just have nightmares without her. I get anxious when I wake up and she’s not there. If something- anything- happens I know I’ll be right there to do something.” She stuttered. The villain only stared indiscernibly.

“Uh. I’m sorry. You’re right.” She quickly gathered her things. “I should go then, I’ll leave her with you. I’m sorry.” As she walked past the villain he stopped her with a gentle arm on her shoulder.

“Do you want to sleep with me?”

The hero short circuited. “That seems inappropriate.” She stared at a sleeping Eloise. The villain, awkward, retracted his hand.

“No, Hero. As in, do you want to share a bedroom? That way you can sleep soundly 5 feet away from Eloise and I can take care of her through the night.”

“Oh.” The hero reddened. “Yes. Of course that’s what you meant.” The hero could only hear the villain chuckle in the darkness. “Um. Are you sure? You said you didn’t want any part of this. I’ve thrown way too much on you-”

“I insist, hero. Takes a village to raise a kid, right? Besides, You desperately need sleep. I planned something big, I need an even bigger, stronger hero to stop it. I need you to be at your peak.” The hero could almost hear his smirk. She practically swooned, glad it was too dark to see much of anything. “Ah. Of course. So this is all self regarded?”

“Of course.” The hero felt the familiar hand at her back as the villain led her into the bedroom. She quickly took a spot on the left side of the bed and waited for the villain to bring in the crib. By the time Eloise was tucked into it, the hero was fast asleep, covered in blankets and snoring softly. The villain crawled in slowly, finally getting used to the hero’s slow, if not constant, movements beside him before Eloise woke up exactly at 2 am.

The next morning the villain woke up with dark circles under his eyes- barely rested-, his spit up on shirt across the bedroom floor, and the only thing keeping him warm was the hero's embrace, with her thigh on his stomach and her head on his chest. It was the best night he’d had in years.

#hero x villain #villain x hero #writing #original fiction #pt 2 slay #love u allll bye #enemies to lovers #enemies to parents heh #i hope u noticed some forshadowing #very not proofread

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neapolitanupsidedowncake · 10 months

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sunnitheapollokid · 21 hours

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Hiii!! Ask time!!

can you do a leo valdez x daughter of oizys! reader and leo reacting to reader being claimed by their godly parent?

- ⭐

🤎┊ ༉‧₊˚✧ 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐀 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐅𝐔𝐋 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐄

↳ leo valdez x daughter of oizys headcanons! <3

☀️ sunni’s notes : HEYYY ARTIST!! THANK YOU FOR REQUESTINGGG! new layout (again,, i love being indesicive LMFAOOAOA) i might close my reqs soon because i’m pretty busy with other stuff right now!! guys swear. I MIXED UP OIZYS AND MORPHEUS IM SO GOOONE. let’s ignore that. and whoever requested the first oizys oneshot, i’m remakring it for you!! AHH SO SORRY 😅 lots of love and sunkisses, — sunni!

୨୧ you we’re claimed later on, since oizys’ was a very busy goddess!

୨୧ but when you we’re, by olympus, you caught eyes.

୨୧ especially the very own leo valdez’s.

୨୧ he’d always been drawn to you, even before you we’re claimed.

୨୧ could it be,,

୨୧ your aura? your reserved demeanor? maybe it was your eyes. or the way you never really smiled, but when you did, it was bittersweet and genuine, like wine.

୨୧ well whatever it was,

୨୧ THIS MAN WAS DOWN BAD FOR YOU.

୨୧ you thought your day would be normal, you’d have breakfast, hang with some campers, and maybe read a book or two back at the hermes’ cabin.

୨୧ but as you tried to grab your cup of coffee, it had slipped out of your hand,

୨୧ the hot liquid burnt your skin, the campers from apollo cabin eagerly trying to help you.

୨୧ you winced, but shocked when everybody had gasped to glance over the top of your head.

୨୧ looking up, a glowing skull had lightened up above you!

୨୧ leo across the dining pavilion, had his mouth hanging open.

୨୧ not only we’re you a daughter of the goddess’ of misery, failure, etc.

୨୧ but you we’re the first.

୨୧ feeling embarassed, you fled, running off to somewhere far away from everybody else.

୨୧ and who followed you?

୨୧ LEO VALDEZ BAAAABBYY!!!

୨୧ he was so worried for you. almost losing you a couple of times as he chased you down through the woods,

୨୧ he finally found you in the corner, right by the ex-entrance of the labyrinth.

୨୧ you hugged your knees as you buried half of your face in them.

୨୧ he sat by you without a word,

୨୧ up until, “hi. you.. you okay?”

୨୧ he’d never spoken to you before out of nervousness.

୨୧ you wiped the tears off your face, “no.. uh, not really, no.”

୨୧ “i.. i figured.”

୨୧ “i’m a freak. a weird, miserable freak. a nightmare.”

୨୧ “a beautiful one. at least.”

୨୧ looking up with your tear-stained cheeks, leo beamed at you.

୨୧ “that’s.. that’s a thing right? please tell me that’s a thing or this is gonna be really embarassing for me.”

୨୧ finally, you giggled.

୨୧ “(name).”

୨୧ “leo.”

#— sunni adores leo (ꈍᴗꈍ)♡#THEM THEM THEM #pt. 2??? 🤭🤭#leo valdez x reader headcanons #leo valdez x reader #leo valdez #pjoverse #percy jackson #leo valdez fanfic #percy jackson fanfic #heroes of olympus x reader #heroes of olympus

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sshirakumo · 6 months

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uraraka ochako -> civilian clothes, pt. 1

(season 1, episode 3)

#i'm back in school for graphic design and m using photoshop again so ig i've reverted to my 2017 gif making/creator days #am i in pt 2 of my gif maker era? who knows #rip to my demon phannie era now i'm just a nerd in their late 20s #ochako uraraka #uraraka ochako #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #bnha #mha #bnha edit #mha edit #anime gif #anime edit #anime #animanga #dailyanime #anisource #useradrienne #h.gif

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vidimillion · 2 months

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trust (1/2)

prompt fill: pre-heroes of olympus

Nico and Jason first met when Nico was ten, almost eleven, and Jason was twelve. They grew close over the years, Nico never staying long but always coming back. Jason, never ready to leave but always happy to wait.

Some weeks after the second titan war, Jason figures out Nico is Greek and has been hiding evidence of the Greek camp.

Rightfully, Jason is upset. He confronts Nico, demanding an explanation. He wants to know if he can still trust Nico to be on Camp Jupiter's— Jason's— side if he's been playing both teams for years at this point.

Jason isn't actually so upset that Nico is a double agent. He's more upset that, despite years of being close, Nico could still hide something this huge, this prevalent in his life, from Jason.

Jason has poured his heart out to Nico. He'd told him about his time with Lupa, about a life he'd imagined with a sister he wasn't sure he had. Jason thought Nico had poured everything out to him too— his latent memories of his mother, his old God, Bianca.

Nico insists to him, voice desperate, "I'll never lie to you. Never."

"You'll never lie to me? Prove it," Jason bites out. He can barely speak with the wet rage clogging his throat. His vision is cloudy with tears, but he stares straight into Nico, like it would kill him to look away. "Tell me now. Do you love me?"

Nico freezes.

Teach me about trust, Jason's eyes say.

Can I trust you to be honest? Can I trust that the time we've spent together meant something more to you? Can I trust that you love me?

And Nico had just said it, hadn't he? With his whole heart, with every count of his ribs, he told Jason he could trust him.

He looks into Jason's eyes. Nico's got a bare second to make a choice.

The way he was raised? The closed doors of Venice, the heavy hands, his own personal God at the front of the room? Or his vow?

Nico swallows it all down, and yet when he speaks, it feels like everything he has is coming back up into the wind again.

"I love you. Trust me when I say I love you."

trust (2/2)

i was NOT gonna write this in time for the event so here is my entry in the form of my plot draft. i returned to my roots and posted it as a hc list.

#because pt 2 is a separate entry sorry #jasicobingochallenge2024 #pre-heroes of olympus #pre-heros of olympus #fanfiction #hc list #jasico #nico di angelo #jason grace #pjo #hoo #percy jackson and the olympians #heroes of olympus

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plusultraetc · 10 months

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"You have good friends, Ingenium."

pt 1 | pt 2

#aaand here's pt 2 before i forget #bnha #iida tenya #midoriya izuku #todoroki shouto #mha #bnha web weave #tenya iida #izuku midoriya #shouto todoroki #my hero academia #web weaving #parallels #my webweaving #long post #again i ask: is this anything?#'i need my friends. i bet you need yours.' etc

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ncthandrake · 6 months

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BILL FRASER SAS: Rogue Heroes | S01E03

#sas: rogue heroes #sas rogue heroes #bill fraser #stuart campbell #sasrhedit #tvedit #*#*gifs #pt. 2 of the boy's facial expressions killing me <3333 #also pt. 2 of me posting this because the tags didn't work a g a i n when i tried to post this a few days ago #convinced tumblr hates him at this point #hopefully it works tho but if not....idk oh well that's tragic

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emiko-matsui · 1 year

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I do wonder how many unopened emails are in zacoyama@ hotmail.com's inbox right now

#zac oyama #dimension 20 #d20 #neverafter #adventuring party #d20 ap #d20 adventuring party #the ending of all things pt 2 #intrepid heroes

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nagitosstolenhand · 6 months

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Happy Halloween <3

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heros-shade-fanclub · 17 days

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hello hero's shade fanclub as a fellow hero of time lover may i recommend the series "the legend of zelda: hero's purpose" to you. it's basically the creator's idea of what happens to him from between majora's mask and twilight princess, sticking as close to canon as possible. and it's a really good analysis to his character. just think you might enjoy!

HELLO LOVELY ANON!!! omg I've actually been following MajorLink's videos for years!! I have to like. mentally fortify myself before I watch any of them because they make me cry. and fall out of my chair. The way they used Courage/the ballad of twilight as his musical theme IS SO INSANE i'm never ever recovering. You are so correct the series is so cool!!

#my fellow hero of time lover. thank you for your message <3333333 #cringe baby hero used to watch twilight's shadow pt 2 over and over until she cried #the end of Behind the Mask when the ballad of twilight comes in so so quietly. GOD #talkin #asks

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iggydabirdkid · 8 months

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Finally finished! Tried something a bit different for this drawing since I found a much easier and quicker way to do this type than the last time I did it a few years ago.

So here you have it!

Title: Dog

Word Count: 2839

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“Hey Sidestep! Why don’t you go introduce yourself?”

You turn to look at Julia as she breaks away from a pack of hungry journalists to speak to you. Your raised brow is hidden beneath your mask and so you tug the fabric up from beneath your collar and roll up the bottom till the front of it sits on the bridge of your nose. This way when you stare unblinking at the Marshall you know there’s no way she can miss the displeasure in the downturn of your lips.

“You think just because we’re both vigilantes that we should be ‘buddies’?” You mark the air quotes with the subtle bending on your fingers before placing your hands on your hips.

Julia rolls her eyes almost out of her skull, “No, idiot. I just thought it could be nice for you to get to know more people. Especially another kickass vigilante.” She smirks at you then shrugs, “Besides. You never know. You may need help from her one day.”

You bark out a harsh laugh and see the eyes of a few journalists still lingering turn in your direction. You make sure your back is to them, “Bold of you to assume I’d actually ask anyone for help.” You catch the way Julia’s eyes bore into you and watch her features tighten into a familiar picture of concern. And you certainly catch the way her eyes shine with the all more terrifying curiosity. Shit. You look past Julia to where Owl stands a decent distance away, “I guess I see your point,” you concede. Your voice sounds steady.

“Fantastic.” She claps you on the back you can feel the warmth of her touch through your skinsuit. Her hand lingers longer than necessary before it slides up to squeeze your shoulder, “I don’t think I’ll be too much longer,” she smiles at you again and you feel yourself smile back in response, “A few more questions then we should be good to go.”

“You and Themmy better be buying me lunch after this.”

“Anything you want.” The soft smile she directs your way makes you shiver before she drops her hand, “Now go make friends.” She grins and waggles her eyebrows and a snort of a laugh leaves you as you turn around and head towards the aforementioned vigilante. She’s standing by herself with her back to as she looks out into the street. You don’t quite know why she’s doing as such though you suspect she’s purely keeping watch, and the still waters of her mind confirm it to be so. It’s instinct to her and you gleam no danger from her thoughts as you approach. Just a quiet calm. You watch the feathers of her suit move gently with the wind as you approach and she’s still facing away as you open your mouth to say her name and you step closer-

You don’t expect it.

You’re all supposed to be the good guys here and so the blow takes you by surprise. Wide eyes and a tight fist aimed at the center of your face as the shorter woman spins around. And although you’ve seen her fight, up close she is far quicker than you realize.

There’s a sharp crunch and your head snaps back from the force with which Owl strikes you. The pain that radiates through your face tells you that you think your nose broken before the blood that starts pouring from it like a tap turned all the way confirms it. You are temporarily blinded by a shimmering hazy field of red and white and you stumble backwards, trip over a loose slab of something and land hard on your backside, gloved hands slapping against the concrete to arrest your fall.

The blood runs warm and plenty from beneath your half mask and you bring a hand to your nose, watching the red drip through your fingers as you hear shouting somewhere behind you. The ground beneath you shakes when you stagger to your feet.

“Sidestep!!”

There’s a hand on each one of your shoulders and you jerk away on instinct, half-turning as Julia and Themmy move to stand either side of you.

“She-she broke my nose…” your voice is quiet and muffled, uttered through your lips with the stutter of disbelief as you look between the two Rangers. The faces that stare back are pinched with worry.

“Shit! Owl! What the hell??” Julia steps forward and places herself between you and your attacker. You think she’s trying to act as a shield which would make you laugh if you weren’t so pissed. Themmy remains at your side and you feel her fingers dancing lightly over the back of your free hand, asking a silent question. You pull away, curling your hand into a fist as you glare at Owl over the top of Julia’s head.

“She snuck up on me! What was I-“ you don’t hear the rest of Owl’s protest as a low buzzing invades you senses and you drop your blood-covered hand to your side. You feel a gentle tugging of your opposite sleeve but you quickly grow numb to the sensation as your anger flares.

“She broke my fucking nose!!!” Your voice is loud and definitely not shrill as you cut through whatever argument was going on between the two women before you. You’re glad your mask hides the majority of your face and hides the tears you can feel burning your eyes with frustration. Stupid. Stupid!! You had only been following Julia’s suggestion but you should’ve trusted your instincts and played to your strengths. You’re not good around people. You’re not- You don’t realize you’ve stepped forwards until a hand clamps itself around your wrist.

“Annie…” The voice is quiet and low, words only meant for you as Julia holds you back, “It’s not worth it.”

“Let go of me!” you spit out as you yank yourself free. You keep your eyes trained on Owl and the smugness just radiates off her body and mind and you don’t think she’s expecting any retaliation. You know she isn’t. You can see it in her mind. She’s only a handful of years older than you (discounting the strangeness of your ‘birth’) but she thinks she’s better and oh boy, are you going to show her. You tweak her perception just enough that she doesn’t see you coming. Your fist flies in an arc towards her face and the crack that sounds when you smash it into her jaw would be sickening if it weren’t so satisfying to your ears.

You are pulled back by your shoulders and hands shoot down your arms before your wrists are seized and your arms restrained behind you. You hear Julia curse at your back as she yanks you away.

“Fuck!” You watch Owl spit blood at her feet – and is that a tooth? You grin showing teeth and as you stare her down her hand goes to her sword.

“Hold up! Before this gets even more out of hand,” Julia shouts and you haven’t blinked since you set your gaze on Owl. You hope she notices if only to unnerve her. She stares back and you see her grip tighten on her sword’s hilt, “I think you both just got off on the wrong foot.”

“Wrong foot!!?” you yell as you finally break eye contact to crane your neck around trying to catch a glimpse of the bronze-skinned woman holding you tight, “Fuck Charge! I tried to introduce myself and she punched me in the face!!” Your nose throbs and your voice sounds off and you spit out the blood that has collected heavy in your mouth. Your anger has a tight grip on your heart and why won’t she stand up for you?? Julia pulls you close to her chest as you strain against her grip.

“You did start it Owl,” Julia says in way of a not quite reply, “And Sidestep just did what she does.” Still, she won’t let you go. She knows you well, “So we’ll take our leave before this gets any more out of hand.” You sneer at Owl before Themmy appears at your side and you feel Julia’s hold on you began to loosen. Owl just stands there and glares at you with hatred in her eyes and venom in her mind and you watch as her lips quirk into a smile full of malice.

“Just keep your fucking dog on a lease Marshall.”

Dog.

Dog. Dog. Dogdogdogdogdog

You hear a sharp intake of breath at your side and the word bounces around the inside of your skull. You feel yourself grow tense, body locking up as your eyes widen and a single tear escapes as you are quickly and swiftly snared in the sharp-barbed embrace of a memory.

A loud voice shouts in your ear. You do your best not to flinch but the words burrow under your skin like needles. Dogs are only good for following orders, and you can’t even do that right.

Hands tightening on your wrists.

Holding you back.

You can’t lash out but-

But you can.

Julia’s weakened hold isn’t enough to stop you and your close proximity is her downfall, pressed to her chest as you are. You throw your head back and feel it collide with something solid. Swears in Spanish and hands pulling away and you are free.

This time she is expecting you and you know your rage blinds you to the consequences this path will cause. A small voice in the back of your head telling you what you are about to do is wrong but it is drowned out by your anger and the half mad roar that flies from your mouth. You see Owl draw her blade and angle it forwards and you don’t care.

You lunge at her.

Two voices howl out behind you.

The blade pierces your suit, punctures through skin and breaks through the other side of your lower abdomen. The white-hot spark of pain is temporary and quickly fades into a numb nothingness as you grip Owl tightly by the shoulders and shove. The combined weight plus your momentum has you both falling and Owl lets go of the sword as her arms fly out and as you slam her to the ground your world becomes singular. Your head is all noise and emotion and the only thing that keeps Owl from cracking her skull into the sidewalk are her arms, poised behind her back and leaving her sword still skewered through your gut.

You’re nothing but rage and fists as you sit atop her and you see her eyes widen as she looks to the sword that shifts with every move you make and the fact that you are still, up.

You only get one. One good and solid punch that you know breaks her jaw before a pair of hands hook under your armpits and drag you off but not before you lash out, lifting a leg and slamming your heel into Owl’s gut. You watch her double forwards with her hands cupping her face and a spurt of blood leaves her mouth, spraying far enough that the tiny droplets of red spatter across your boots. But then you are clear from her body and Themmy steps in front of you and you no longer see the face of your attacker.

You’re breathing so hard that your chest aches with the exertion and the steady stream of blood runs from your nose and into your mouth, coating your tongue with the taste of iron, before collecting at and dripping off your chin. You can see Themmy’s lips moving as her wide eyes scan your face but all you can hear through the cacophony of sound that is your current state of mind is your own heart beating an all too fast rhythm in your chest. Your already staggered breaths stopper in your throat and when the hands keeping a hold release you you slump to the ground, one arm supporting your weight while the other goes to the blade that disappears into your body.

Your arms shake and your vision blurs as your eyes focus on the steadily spreading patch of red before a pair of hands cup your face and lift your head. Your entire field of view is filled by a pale and freckled face and you try to move away but Themmy holds you tightly, her lips constantly moving. And then whatever dam that had you deaf to the world bursts and you flinch with the sudden intrusion of sounds and voices upon your ears, the short sharp movement sending a flash of pain through you. Your eyes dart from side to side before you hear your name spoken with enough authority that it manages to capture your skewed attention.

“Sidestep!?” Your eyes snap to Themmy’s face, “Just breath with me. Okay?” You’re panicking, you realize, short little breaths leaving your mouth and leaving you light-headed. You blink back tears and swallow down a sob, immediately wishing you had not as warm blood slides down your throat. You retch and splutter, Themmy letting go and leaning back as you hack up blood onto your already stained outfit.

“’m not a fuckin dog,” you rasp as another form kneels to your left. Themmy stands before stepping away completely and you turn your head to regard Julia. Her lips tremble and she moves in a panic as you watch her shaking hands struggle to unzip the first aid kit by her side. It’s then that the reality of what’s about to happen strikes you almost as hard as the punch that shattered your nose. You have a fucking sword in you. And you know that if you let Julia, if you let anyone help, she’ll-they’ll see things and you can’t let that happen. You won’t.

For a moment you find yourself paralyzed by fear and indecision until Julia’s hands reach for you and you push yourself away, shifting the sword and sending a new wave of pain that webs out through your mid-section.

“Annie…” Julia’s voice is low once more and still you wish she wouldn’t use your name so freely in public. You have a sword though you and that’s what you’re worried about? A strange smile briefly resides upon your face. Adrenaline is a hell of a thing. Julia stands, not too quick, afraid of spooking you and you mirror the rise to your own unsteady legs. You stare at her with panic widening your eyes and the feeling of dread only worsens when your gaze slips past to the reporters snapping pictures with too bright flashes. You flinch and swallow your fear – more blood sliding down your throat- as you grip the hilt of the sword, “Annie no!”

Not having hit anything vital (you’re fairly certain), the thin blade slides free with ease. A choked gasp escapes your mouth before you throw the sword to the ground. Julia leaps towards you leaving the kit behind her and you look down at yourself. Blood pours freely from the open wound and your suit readily soaks up the red as the stain grows larger with each passing second. And through the blood, you think you spy a hint of orange.

Julia’s stepping closer and Themmy is approaching your side and you see an opening. You crouch low and for a moment your vision floods white as pain shoots through you before it clears just as quickly and you scrabble against the pavement as you duck around Julia’s grasp – and stumble straight into Themmy.

She has a tight hold of your arm and you spin to face her almost slipping and falling as blood makes the ground at your feet slick. Panic has your head pounding and your heart hammering and you stare at her wide eyed and afraid and maybe that’s what does it. Seeing your absolute fear at something she has no idea about – and so she simply lets you go.

You have no time to stop. No time to thank her as Julia reaches for you and misses as you turn and dive for the first aid kit, careful to not slide in a way that’ll embed dirt in your wound. You don’t need an infection of top of everything else. You scoop up the kit in bloodied hands, push yourself to your feet, and then you’re off like a shot.

Even as Julia and Themmy shout behind you, even as you push through the reporters with one hand pressed at your front and sprint down the street.

You’re fast but you know that right now Julia is faster and you dare to glance over your shoulder at your pursuers. Or your would-be pursuers. You watch as the sea of reporters close in, swallowing up the chasm you had created with your frantic passing and sealing both Rangers on the other side.

A tilted laugh leaves your lips.

Good. Good. Just keep running. Just keep running.

#this was fun to both write and draw #now to focus on finishing the Bad Dat pt. 2 #which I am currently stuck on :'(#fallen hero #annie kane

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HII I LOVE YOUR FICS ❤️ CAN I REQUEST A PART 2 OF “MY OWN MIRROR” IF YOU CAN. THANK YOU 🫶

My Own Mirror

Pt 2 of this fic, since I love feeding y'all. AND TY SM AWW

TW: Mentioned past child abuse, mentioned past brief descriptions of domestic violence

There was another long stretch of silence, just as unbearable as the first if not more painful.

Shouta's tired eyes scanned the balcony, his eyes traveling from the weed to the makeshift roof. He shook his head, muttering to himself how the top was prohibited as well. He seemed deeply uncomfortable, the whole situation was something so out of his depth that even being here was painful.

"Do you even wonder? Do you even care?" Her voice was still wet, the waterworks still coming down her face, just at a considerably slower pace.

Shouta looked back at her, the young girl in front of him, with a sense of sadness and pity she'd never seen on him before.

"All the time. I...regret....not coming back for you, all those years ago, even now. I can't bear to look at you without being angry at myself." He admitted, head low and hands shaking.

Suddenly, a sense of realization hit the younger Aizawa like a ton of bricks. This whole time, Shouta was angry at himself and took it out on her instead of mourning the loss of his family. It made it more painful when both of them realized when they took into account that they both were just carbon copies of their late mother.

They both shared the same sharp nose as her, the same slightly curly jet-black hair, and the same hooded and dark eyes. Hell, even your erasing quirks came from her side of the family. Her quirk was that anyone who was within 20 feet of her would have their abilities damped, and when it was activated, low and behold, her eyes would glow.

"I'm sorry that I was never there. Father just...made it so impossible to even share the same room as him. I've regretted every moment that I left you behind with that man. I thought that now you were coming back to me was some sort of divine punishment. I've been the hardest on you because I couldn't bare to watch you fail too." Shouta's voice was tense, strained as he tried to hold back his own tears. He quickly brought a hand to his mouth, pulling down the skin of his face as he tried to will away his tears.

"All I ever wanted was to be with you. I always looked up to you, you escaped, and you made a better life for yourself like no one else in our family had." She admitted, a true admission of feelings from the depths of her heart. Her stance was still aggressive, feet spread apart and shoulders hunched as she protected her stomach. The more this painful conversation went on, the more her stomach ached. A trait from her fathers.

"I'm so sorry, you've had to suffer so long alone." Shouta looked away, pain etched into the very creases of his face.

Her teeth clenched as agony wracked her entire body, and she too avoided eye contact, not able to bare the look of vulnerability on her older brother's face.

"I-I.. don't have to..anymore now though, r-right?" Her voice cracked.

Shouta looked up at her once more, a sad surprise written on his face. His eyebrows furrowed down, and a sad frown pulled on his mouth. "N-no. No. Not anymore." He rested his arms uncomfortably at his side, and suddenly she rushed into his arms. His younger sister hugging onto his stiff form so tightly it almost hurt.

He relaxed in her hold and brought an arm to gently cradle her back.

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The afternoon was shining brightly, the sun setting made everything glow in an orange hue. The sounds of birds cawing and children laughing and chattering were heard all around U.A., a common thing for the high school.

Two people walked side by side with one another. An outsider might assume it was the result of a weird quirk, the people at U.A. thought it was a man and his daughter, but very few people knew the truth.

"So what does it mean again?" The younger sister asked black thick hair in a messy ponytail. Her long hair had been cut to a comfortable pixie cut, she had never really liked it long. Her once lanky form had been filling out slowly with her time at U.A. now that she had access to a proper diet and constant exercise.

The older brother sighed, tired eyes rolling once more. His hair was shoulder-length with a messy sort of fringe. "I have a foster parent certificate. I can house children in need of homes, and it shows I have the qualifications to do so. I can also adopt children of my own. But for our situation, I am merely acting as your temporary guardian until you turn of age." Shouta Aizawa sighed, turning to look at the younger Aizawa.

"Finally! Jesus, it took them long enough." She huffed, the same hooded eyes looking back at him. Her arms crossed over her strong chest. That was one thing that was different between them, while Aizawa was lean and quick, his younger sister was more built and stocky. Like their parents were.

"It's a long legal process with the necessary precautions. It would be foolish to just allow anyone with this license." He said, stating the facts per usual.

"Okay yeah sure, but it didn't have to take so damn long." She muttered angrily, lips forming a pout.

They walked to the teacher's dorm, and she awkwardly waved at all her mentors lounging around in the safe space. Some were caught off guard and scrambled to do something productive, while others just lazily waved at her back.

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"This is..kinda sad." The little Aizawa admitted, wandering around the older Aizawa's dorm. She immediately went to snooping and started rummaging around his few belongings.

"I didn't bring you here to judge me. My decorating is fine the way it is. No need to over-clutter my living space." He murmured grumpily, going over to the open kitchen to start a pot of coffee.

"Sureee. So, do I have to live with you now that you're my legal guardian?" She asked, her voice giving way to nothing of how she truly felt about that.

Since the two had started to build a relationship together, there were many bumps in the road. The biggest and foremost was their personalities. The older Aizawa acted like their late mother, her emotional unavailability and neglect are what shaped his apathetic nature and rather tired attitude. Whilst the other had grown up with their angry and headstrong father, his anger and physical abuse turned into her stubborn pride and unmovable nature.

Though that proved to be difficult to navigate at first, it soon turned into their own song and dance. Almost reminiscent of how their parents were with one another. But instead of screaming matches that turned to physical violence, they turn to angrily stare each other down.

"You don't have to if you don't want to." Shouta said, wary of what her response will be.

The youngest turned around, a determined grin on her face. "Guess I'll have to move all my stuff in here before the weekend ends, huh?" Her hands were on her hips, proud of her revelation.

He sighed and shook his head in mock disappointment, but a smile found its way to his lips. "If that's what you want." Shouta turned around to pour himself a cup of coffee.

"I see you smiling asshole!" His sister laughed, joy filling her teasing voice.

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