Additional Tags: Evil Ozpin AU, overthrown ozpin au, Ozpin (RWBY) Lives, do i use that tag if ozpin caused the fall of beacon, or well not FALL of beacon. more takeover, Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Anger, Strangulation. tyrannical kings, tyranny, ozpin's a nutty king in this
Language: English Series: Part 1 of the Overthrown Evil Ozpin AU series
With his eyes now able to see a little more day by day and with how little he truly knew about the state of Xue Yang’s body and how much additional pain Xingchen must have put him through while talking and smiling with ease, as if it was nothing. And then he couldn’t bear seeing the man’s face.
Surely, Xue Yang despises him now. Xingchen sure does.
FINALLY, AFTER CONSTANTLY BEING ANXIOUS ABOUT MAKING IT GOOD AND WORKING ON IT WITH 2 FRIENDS AS EDITORS
IT'S FINALLY FUCKING DONE, THE FIRST CHAPTER OF MY DANGANRONPA FANFIC IS NOW HERE GUYS GALS AND NONBINARY PALS
HERE IT FUCKING IS
THE FIRST CHAPTER OF PARANOIA IS NOW UP FOR THE WHOLE FUCKING WORLD TO SEE
FUCKING FINALLY, NOW TO WRITE EVEN MORE STUFF
(Btw don't worry, I do genuinely enjoy writing, it's just it was taking so long and I was getting excited constantly
I WAS GETTING SICK and tired of the loud, high pitched talking in my ear, my girlfriend (Misa Amane) hanging on tightly to my arm. She was talking about some movie she'd seen with her friends and talking about her photoshoot her manager set up for her on the weekend. She was complaining about how I hadn't gone with her to the movies or taken time out of my day to watch her be pretty for the shoot. It was like she was expecting me to feel bad about it. Like I'd done something wrong. Like I was just supposed to know when she wanted to go to the movies or when her shoots were. Like I live in her head or something. I thought. Her grip was tight on my arm and it started to hurt after a while. But she only held on tighter when we pushed our way through the packed halls. She never let me go for a second unless we were going to separate classes. And that was only for 4th period. She had all of my classes with me (of course besides 4th), and to be quite honest it was getting annoying. It was like I never had time to myself anymore. She was always there. And I was only dating her cause she was mega-popular all throughout the world. And dating an international popstar got you out of a lot of sticky situations.
"Light are you even listening to me!?" She keened, going limp and stopping me right in the middle of the hall.
"Misa get up."
"Not until you listen! I'm trying to speak with you!"
"Yes and we can speak another time when we're not walking through the tight jam fucking packed halls of our school." I shot back and pulled her up off the floor. But she refused to put any weight on her legs again, and I could feel her tugging me entirely down with her. She always did this. It was the one thing she had against me. She would pull me down until I gave in to what she wanted me to do. She was always throwing fits and it enraged me. "Misa."
She just whined and sunk farther down onto the floor, my shoulder starting to strain from the weight. "If you listennnn I'll get upppp!"
I sighed through my nose, my teeth grit in annoyance. People were staring and I wanted to hit Misa in the mouth. But I would never resort to violence. It wasn't my forte. And besides, she was supposed to be my girlfriend. No matter how much she made me want to take a swan dive off of a cliff. The people around us were sending me dirty looks that read "listen to her, jerk" and honestly, I think that was making me madder than Misa was. "Misa please get up."
As predicted, that didn't work and she only threw more of a fit. So I pulled her up, steadied her against me and kissed her hard.
That usually got her to shut up. And it always worked. No matter how big of a fit she was throwing. Chances were that I hadn't "paid enough attention to her" throughout the day and she just wanted reassurance that I still knew she was there. So she threw fits to get my attention. And most of the time it worked. I guess she had me wrapped around her finger, having me do whatever she wanted me to do. I guess it wasn't that bad. She was adored and I just tagged along for all of the fame thrown her way. I was "The Cute Boyfriend" or "Misa's Boyfriend, Light." People knew me by name and they fell for me harder than Misa sometimes, and it was no big deal. I had a sea of girls to choose from if Misa and I ever broke up.
"Happy now?" I said with a grunt when I pulled away, grabbing her hand and dragging her down the hall.
"Happy." She confirmed with a nod, happily following behind me like a little duckling. She loved to follow me. She would sometimes make me skip along with her, and sometimes it made me smile. There were few things she would do occasionally that would make me smile. But I still fucking hated her for the most part. I didn't act like I hated her of course. The whole student body and staff and world thought I was perfect for her. Her Knight in Shining Armour if you would. She called me that when we first started dating and eventually stopped when she got the hint I didn't like it very much.
"Maybe you should take better care of your girlfriend." A small voice said from behind me and almost immediately I whipped around, my eyes narrowed. Ryuzaki.
He was a little mouse of a boy, pale white skin and a mop of black hair. Steel grey eyes peeked out from under his bangs and pierced through anyone brave enough to make eye contact with him. He had a voice like grit that would never rise above a whisper. Even in the midst of a fight. He would dish out intelligent insults and insult the insults that came back at him. He was too hard to crack if you wanted to be mean. He would just stick his thumb in his mouth or scrape his fork against his teeth while he finished his food and ignore you. It was infuriating. I'd known him since first year and even just 2 years of being with this fuck were enough for me. He wasn't phased by anything. Even when some kid called him a slur, he completely ignored it. There was no way to hurt this kid's feelings. And he knew I didn't like that. We'd argue until my face was hot and his voice was trembling from talking so much and then we'd storm off completely in different directions to await the next fight.
"What do you know about having a girlfriend?" I hissed back and he shrugged.
"Nothing. But it's usually the clueless who have the best advice."
I sneered. "Where'd you get that nugget of wisdom?"
He just gave me a blank stare back and I grit my teeth at him. We'd always make eye contact. No matter where we were. In class, in the cafe, in the halls, in the bathroom. It didn't matter. The eye contact we would always hold said more than nasty words ever could. Teachers never sat us together because Ryuzaki slapped me across the face one time when I'd smacked his notebook off the desk. He well deserved it.
"I'd think you would have better comebacks now, Light Yagami. Considering we are back from summer. But sadly, I see nothing has changed. Just as dimwitted as before. Good morning, Misa." He said, nodding his head a bit at Misa, who giggled and held on tighter to my hand.
"That's my girlfriend, you prick. Back off."
I didn't usually care about Misa (as stated earlier) but Ryuzaki seemed to want her. So I had some power over him now. Which made me feel good. I could win at least once against this fuck. I would rather more violently pretend to be interested in Misa than hand her over to Ryuzaki out of all people. Bitch is always competing with me. We were tied right for first and top in the entire school (upperclassmen included) and we had been since first year. There would be times where I would make an advance and be at the top, only for Ryuzaki to catch up and we'd fall into a tie again. Or vice versa. Neither one of us could win. And no matter how hard we studied, neither of us could outshine the other God, it irritated me.
"I never made an advance, I was simply saying good morning. Seems to me like you don't understand how to speak politely to her. Here, let me help you. Good morning, Misa. You look beautiful today, mind if I walk you to class? We can skip together, I know you like to do that. Have you eaten this morning? If not, I can go grab you something before class starts." He tore his eyes away from her and set them back on me, burning a hole through my skull. "See? Not that hard."
I raised an eyebrow at him. "Like I would ever speak rudely to a woman," I said. "I speak plenty polite to her. Now if you'll excuse us, I have a class to walk my girlfriend to. You can scram."
"Ah, wish I could... scram. But you see, I think you've forgotten I have the same classes you do. So I'll be walking alongside you two doves. If that's alright with Misa."
My head snapped over to look at Misa, my eyes burning with a bright, passionate fire, trying to telepathically tell Misa to turn Ryuzaki down. I didn't want to deal with him the whole rest of the way to class. Not at 7:00 in the morning. It was too early for his bullshit. I hated even looking at him. He didn't even have to do anything and a spark would be lit inside me faster than I could blink. It made me want to deck him across the face. He wouldn't even have to breathe or blink, just seeing him was enough. He was enough. Watching him bite down on his thumb made me mad. He's not a fucking child. Does he need a fucking binky?
"Of course!" Misa chirped. "The more the merrier! Right, Light?"
I blinked and glanced down at her. "Huh?"
"Ryuzaki can walk with us, right? No harm done."
I thought about it for a moment. If I refused, Misa would throw a fit again. So the wisest option was to just go along with what she wanted and not complain unless I wanted her having a tantrum in the middle of class. If we even made it to class. So I sighed. "Fine."
"Yay! Thank you, honey!"
She gave me the quickest hug known to man and ran to attach herself to Ryuzaki, starting to talk his ear off about her weekend. Which meant I was home free to just walk to class by myself and claim I got "lost in the crowd." Which would be a perfect escape. Misa wouldn't be angry with me either. She would understand and I wouldn't have to spend 5 more minutes with Ryuzaki until we got to class. Thank God. So I tried to get lost in the crowd, trying to let it sweep me away, but Ryuzaki kept grabbing my wrist and "saving me" from leaving. And every time I pulled away like he had germs. And it felt like he did. Like he'd infect me with whatever light was in his eyes that made him so infuriating. And I didn't want that. I had a reputation to uphold. Fuck if Ryuzaki was going to ruin that for me.
Ryuzaki let out a comically long laugh, drawing it out into a low, grumbly noise. It kind of sounded like he was choking on it. It wasn't flattering. It wasn't even a good sound. At least Misa's laugh was kind of cute. Just a little. At least she didn't sound like a dying animal when she laughed. Ryuzaki had issues. Whatever the hell they were. But his voice, the way he looked, the way he held himself, the way he laughed. It was all wrong. And again, it was another thing that infuriated me. He was just wrong. And I'm sure he felt the exact same fucking way about me. I'm sure of it. Every time we met eyes, I could feel the firey pits of burning hate. Some sort of desire behind them. Probably to "solve" all our problems with violence. God knows I've wanted to knock Ryuzaki around sometimes. Or shove him up against a wall. Put him in his place. Fucker.
I was finally able to catch Ryuzaki off his guard and slip away into the crowd, a weight lifting from my chest. Thank God I'm out. If I stayed there for one more second, I would've committed violent acts that don't really stand with my morals. I shoved my hands into my pockets and sighed heavily, blankly excusing myself as I walked. As I walked, I thought more on Ryuzaki. What was it about his eyes that made me so... mad? Every time his eyes flicked up to mine I wanted to smack him. And maybe he knew that. God knows he always wanted to provoke me in anyway possible. And I warned him.
"The day I snap is the day I end you, Ryuzaki."
With a piece of cake in his mouth he said; "So end me, Light."
Fandom: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou, Hagakure Tooru/Ojiro Mashirao, Midoriya Izuku & Todoroki Shouto, Asui Tsuyu & Uraraka Ochako, Kaminari Denki & Shinsou Hitoshi, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead & Class 1-A
Characters: Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Class 1-A (My Hero Academia), Midoriya Izuku, Bakugou Katsuki, Kirishima Eijirou, Todoroki Shouto, Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Uraraka Ochako, Asui Tsuyu, Iida Tenya, Kaminari Denki, Shinsou Hitoshi, Ashido Mina, Sero Hanta, Satou Rikidou, Ojiro Mashirao, Hagakure Tooru, Yaoyorozu Momo, Jirou Kyouka
Additional Tags: Class 1-A Shenanigans (My Hero Academia), Class 1-A as Family (My Hero Academia), Crack, Fluff and Crack, Shouta lives in a godless society, and everyone knows it, Bakugou Katsuki Swears A Lot, Sex ed talk, But Not Much, Accidental Baby Acquisition, Sort Of, That one fake baby project fic, That one sequel fic that no one asked for, I Wrote This Instead of Sleeping, LITERALLY
Series: Part 4 of Here Lies Shouta's Hopes and Dreams
Shouta has a bad feeling about this.
Perhaps it’s nothing. Perhaps it’s paranoia. Perhaps it’s the lack of sleep finally making itself known (that’s the last time he forgets to stock up on earplugs for whenever Hizashi falls asleep before him. The rest of hero society should be grateful that only he has to endure his eardrums being ruptured by supersonic foghorn snoring on a nightly basis).
Yeah. Perhaps everything is fine.
(Everything was not fine).
(AKA: the fake baby project sequel that no one asked for).
Yeah, the title’s unchanged. We die like spoilers.
Welcome back to SatF! It wasn’t that long since I posted one chapter but hey, quarantine is back, hahaha! *depressed laugh :(* Anyway, this chapter is based on, well, Toad Tax. It’s, uh, it’s in the name. It’s a good name.
Now, if you think I’m gonna follow the episode exactly the same, then you’re wrong. No, we’re making it worse. So buckle up, kiddos! We’re gonna go (almost) kill somebody >:D
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Don't know if anyone noticed, but I've officially declared an end date for my hiatus regarding my multi-chapter fics!
My Blessed Son will be updated on Monday, 31 May
At Least He's Not Going on Seven will be updated on Tuesday, 1 June
Going Back and Wasting no Time will be updated on Thursday, 3 June
Worlds Apart will finally get its second chapter on Friday, 4 June
After that, it should be smooth sailing for at least a few months! Sorry for the extended hiatus, but I just needed to relax a bit, since the stories were putting quite a bit of pressure on me and I wasn't proud of how ALHNGo7 was turning out, my writer's block for MBS was starting to return, I felt like I was doing too much info-dumping for GB&WNT, and starting Worlds Apart was the straw that broke the camel's back. I sincerely apologize, but I'll do my best to stick to the schedule a little longer this time.
Chapter 25 of “Fire Walk with Me” is now up! It’s time for the Stardew Valley Fair, complete with grange displays, games of chance and skill, and the looming and very real threat of Becca beating Pierre to death. Will she? Read on to find out!
So i just realized that I posted my first ever piece of fanfiction exactly a year ago
I was so nervous about it but also really excited about the thing that I had written, and then I published it and the response was actually overwhelming. Like the amount of kudos and comments and people asking me to keep going was the coolest thing ever.
And now here I am a YEAR later, 170k published words later, 9 published fics, and so many more I'm working on or are dumb ideas floating around in my head.
The fact that 88 thousand times something of mine has been read, and 828 times people have taken time out of their day to comment something. I can't even comprehend that jesus.
Anyway I just wanted to say thank you cuz I'm so grateful to everyone. Writing has saved my brain and kept me sane through this pandemic, and so has everyone who reads or likes or comments on my stuff. I love y'all 🥺🥺