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Izuku Midoriya X Loner Reader pt.2

(Just realized I never posted the second part, so here ya’ll go.)

Regular P.O.V

You were sitting in your dorm just lying in bed wearing casual clothes with a frown on your face as you scrolled through old pictures on your phone. They were all from your middle school years with all your old friends, and no matter how hard you tried you couldn't forget them. You hated moments when you felt lonely, granted those thoughts came and went whenever they pleased. Being lonely was something you felt often and was a given since you were the loner of your class, and seeing all the pictures on social media of your classmates having fun without you kinda killed any happy emotion you had for a few hours. You always did try to cheer yourself up, but it usually also ended in tears. You were glad that after your encounter with Midoriya today the tears part was over with, and was replaced with just an overwhelming feeling of emptiness. Looking at the time, you realized school had already ended and your classmates should be back any minute now, you decided to fix yourself up and go for a walk to avoid any conversations for the time being. Standing up from your bed with a sigh, you quickly brush through your hair, grab your earphones, and walk out of the room to the lounge room. You opened the door, and walked out of the dormitory without seeing anyone from your class. You had quickly decided to stop off at a small cafe, as you thought not a lot of people knew about it. The music was blasting loudly in your ears, making you distracted from your surroundings as you got lost in thought. It might've been maybe about ten minutes until you had reached said cafe, where you had saw them. You saw two of your close friends from your old middle school along with another who you haven't met, all chatting together. You felt excitement rise in you, and decided to go talk to them. Walking up to their table, you saw them notice you and one whisper to another. "Hey guys! Long time no see right?" You greeted, smiling brightly at the small group. "Uh, ya! It sure has been Y/n. How's U.A. Treating you?" One of them awkwardly asked, moving over so you could sit down at the booth. "It's been nice! I don't have many friends, but I still love it there." You replied, giggling. The conversation had went downhill from there. The distance and time had separated you, and by the looks of it, you had been replaced by the other girl who was sitting with them. As you were trying to keep a happy facade, you heard the little bell to the cafe jingle, making you look over and see a large part of student's from class 1-A there. The group consisted off Denki, Kirishima, Uraraka, Midoriya, Momo, Tsuyu, Mina, and Tenya, and they had all sat across the cafe from you. "Does she always do that?" A voice had snapped you out of your thoughts and you looked back over to your friends. "I'm not sure," You sighed as they continued blatantly talking about you 'till you had cleared your throat and forced a smile. "I should really get going, nice catching up with you guys." You spoke quietly, and you had only gotten a "same here" and nods as replies. Sighing, you quickly shuffled out the door and stuck your earphones back in, and tried once again to not let your emotions get to you. "Fuck these shitty emotions. I don't need this shit." You grumbled, tears threatening to fall. You were speed walking back to the dorms, back to your safe spot, away from prying eyes. ---Back at the Cafe---

Everyone had saw what happened, and everything had clicked in their minds why you acted the way you did. "She's been ignored?" Denki was the first to speak. "Well, not exactly, when I saw her earlier she had been crying looking at photos of her and her old class. She's struggling to find a new group of friends to fit into." Midoriya said, speaking carefully. "Aren't we her friends?" Uraraka questioned, sending a worried glance in the directions that you had left. "Ya we are! I don't think she'd talk to as as much as she does to us if we weren't," Kirishima added in, gaining murmurs of approval from the group. "Well, I think it might be she doesn't have a set group of friends like she used to, y'know? Deku, Iida, Uraraka and sometimes Todoroki are all a set group, Sero, Denki, Kirishima, Mina, and Bakugo are a set of friends too, and so on." Momo spoke, a concentrated look gracing her features. "Perhaps Y/n could benefit from being in a set group?" Iida suggested. "Or we could all just form a giant group!" Mina grinned, Tsuyu nodding with her in agreement. "I think the party will play a part in that," Denki chuckled. "Obviously, but does she even want to go? We haven't even asked her at all," Uraraka furrowed her brows. "If she's unaware that we're throwing a party for her and she sees us all in one room with decorations and party things, she's gonna think we're throwing a party without her." Midoriya's face held an anxious expression, his mind racing at what could go wrong. "Then we should inform her?" Iida questioned. The group started making actual plans for the party, and decided to tell you before it happened but only saying it as a thing between a couple of the students and not the whole class.

---Back to you---

It hadn't been long till you got to the dorms, and your cheeks to be stained in tears. "God I'm so fucking weak I-" You stopped mid sentence when you walked into the dorm, seeing Sero, Mezo, and Todoroki all in the lounge area, near the entrance. "P-Pardon me," You sniffled, and quickly walked into your dorm, ignoring the partially confused calls of your name from Sero and Mezo and locking yourself in your room. "Fuck why-why am I crying? I shouldn't be fucking crying." You became angry with yourself, and small crystals started sprouting from your arm as you laid down on your bed. "Y/n?" Sero's voice was heard from the other side of the door. "Y-Yes?" You tried to sound normal, and quickly wiped away your tears and tried to calm your breathing. "Are you okay? You were crying when you walked in. Do you want to talk about it?" You sighed, and wiped your tears, and opened the door, to see a concerned Sero. "H-Hi..." You looked at the ground, your eyes red and puffy. "Do you want to talk about it in the Lounge Room? Todoroki and Mezo are a little worried too." "I....Sure, if you guys don't mind me," You agreed shyly, feeling the crystals retracting back into your arm. "Of course we won't mind! We wanna help you and know why you were crying," He reassured, and the two of you both walked back out into the Lounge Room. "Y/n, are you alright?" Mezo asked, as you sat down on a small arm chair, as the other three males sat on the couch. "Kind of...I've just been stressed, I already spoke to Midoriya this afternoon before I came back to the dorms." "Oh that's right, Midoriya said you weren't feeling well so you came back here to rest," Sero said, smiling. You nodded, "ya, he saw me break down," you sniffed again, and Todoroki handed you a box of tissues. "You broke down this afternoon too?" Mezo gave you- or what you assumed was a concerned look. "Y-yea. I've just been stressed, and I bottle up my emotions so I don't cry a lot but when I do I feel exhausted." You explain, fiddling with the hem of your shirt. "This time it's not just stress though, just some issues with some friends.."You trailed off, not wanting to continue. "That's rough.." Todoroki finally spoke up. You shrugged your shoulders, "it is what it is, I guess. Nothing I can't h-handle," you tried to put on a brave smile and was about to continue when your phone rang. "One second p-please," you said, answering your phone. "Hello?" "L/n! Midoriya, Uraraka and I were hoping to hang out this Friday!" Iida shouted into the phone, making you cringe. "Oh, uh, sure!" You agreed, the offer improving your mood. "Thank you for accepting! We will see you on Friday!" Iida yelled once more before hanging up, you chuckling to yourself. "Who was that?" Sero chuckled, seeing your mood improve. "It was Iida, he asked if I wanted to hang out with him, Midoriya and Uraraka on Friday." "Sounds like fun," Mezo nodded. You giggled in agreement, "with those three, it usually is fun." With a smile on your face, you stood up from your place on the chair and began walking over to the kitchen. "Do you guys want anything to eat? I'm gonna make myself something to eat so I don't mind making you guys anything," you offered. Mezo politely declined your offer while Sero had just asked for a sandwich and Todoroki asking for some tea. As you where in the kitchen, the door to the Lounge Room opened, and the group that you had saw at the cafe had returned. "Hey guys!" You heard Sero greet, the group saying their greetings as well. "Has Y/n came back?" Midoriya asked, and Sero nodded. "Ya, she's in the kitchen getting food." Midoriya nodded his head, and made his way to the kitchen, while the others Spoke to Sero, Mezo and Todoroki about what the plan was for Friday.

"We saw what happened at the cafe today, you okay?" Midoriya asked you, sending a concerned glance your way. You nodded your head, making Sero's sandwich and Todoroki's tea. "Ya, I was crying on the way home and I had walked into the Lounge Room when Sero, Mezo and Todoroki saw me. I just went into my room when Sero followed me and asked if I wanted to talk about it." Midoriya's eyes widened at your response. "You started crying?" You shyly nodded your head, "ya, sorry. I tried not to cause I already cried earlier, but something just couldn't let me stop." You sighed, picking up your's and Sero's food. "Midoriya put a hand on your shoulder, stopping you from walking away. "Y'know, you don't have to apologize every time you cry right?" You blinked your eyes owlishly, before a small smile graced your features. "Yes, I know," and with that in the blink of an eye you had quickly gave him a peck on the cheek, and rushed back into the Lounge Room, giving Sero is sandwich and Todoroki his tea. You then had spent the rest of your day talking and sitting with the other students from 1-A.

---Skip to Thursday---

You sat at your desk in the classroom, just finishing up a class drawing that you had recently been working on in your sketchbook. It wasn't much in your opinion, and you had decided to stay up until 11:00 PM to work on it. You wanted to hang it in your dorm, along with a few other art pieces and posters that littered your walls. "That's really good Y/n!" A voice enthused. Looking up, you realize it was Kirishima complimenting your picture. "Oh, thanks I was working on it since 11:00 last night and I really wanted to finish it." You smiled, looking down at it, and adding a few more details. Kirishima was about to say more, but stopped when he noticed something. "Where are you in the picture?" He asked, catching you a little off guard. "Well, I just think it kinda looks better without me," Quickly you realize what you said and went to elaborate, "I-I mean like, um, I see myself everyday! So it wouldn't be as important if I was in there," You answered, tripping over your words. Kirishima gave you a bewildered look. "Not as important?" He echoed, giving you a concerned glance, "Y/n, are you-are you dealing with any issues?" You stopped what you were doing and gave him a poker face. "What do you mean?" Your eyes narrowed as you stared at Kirishima. His eyes widened at his words and he quickly shook his head. "N-Nothing bad! Just like, are you self-conscious? You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to!" He quickly re-worded himself, afraid he might've offended you. "It's fine, don't worry. And I'd rather not talk about it, sorry." He nodded his head in understanding, "that's alright you don't have to if you don't want to." After the small conversation the class started to fill with other students, and more compliments about your art work had been given. "Y/n, are we still hanging out tomorrow?" Uraraka asked, walking up to your desk with friendly smile. "Of course! I like hanging out with you guys," you smiled back. Uraraka nodded. "That's good, we're gonna go to a small cafe, is that alright with you?" "Yeah, I'm fine with pretty much anything really, so I don't mind where we go." uraraka beamed at you, "great! We'll go after school then!" You nodded as she began walking away to talk with Iida and Midoriya. Class then had begun, and you started to take your notes along with others, listening to Aizawa drown on about something or other. It was about half the period that he had let you guys start working on the Quirk Manifestation Presentation for the rest of the class-which you had no issues with. You had already finished more than half the project done, all you had to do was create a good copy for the write up part, which you had planned to work on during the weekend after you got back from hanging with Midoriya, Uraraka, and Iida. Sighing, you brought your attention back to the picture you were drawing earlier, and decided to start a new one. Taking out your phone, you decided to look up some characters from movies that you wanted to draw. Taking out a blank piece of paper, you took your pencil and began drawing, ignoring the environment around you.

Meanwhile, as you worked on some art, Kirishima update Midoriya on what you had told him earlier. "It was kinda concerning to be honest," Kirishima admitted, sending a glance in your direction. "Maybe she's still dealing with what happened yesterday?" Midoriya suggested, also following Kirishima's gaze in your direction. "Or she's self-conscious? It wouldn't be surprising if she did struggle with that kinda thing," Uraraka added in. "Whatever it is, I hope the party helps her with opening up to everyone," sighing, Kirishima went back to working on his own project, leaving the small trio to work. "Say, Midoriya, you like Y/n, correct?" Iida questioned, seeing his friend's face turn a light pink. "Well of course I do! She's a great friend," He replied, feeling his face lightly heat up. "Ohhhh? Is that a blush I see? Do you have a crush on Y/n, Midoriya?" Uraraka adding on, smirking when she saw his face flare up to a dark scarlet. "So Midoriya has a crush?" Iida asked for conformation, to which the green haired boy had gave a weak nod. Uraraka began to giggle and the three started working on the project again. Looking at the clock, you still had 20 minutes before class ended and you could go. Looking down at the small sketch of Bambi, you started working on another small drawing of Toothless from How To Train Your Dragon. "Hey Y/n ever thought of joining an art program?" Looking up a little startled, you saw Kaminari leaning on the front of your desk. "O-Oh. um, Kinda. I did think about it, and I had a backup school that was a highly ranked art school in case I didn't get into U.A. " You swiftly answered, quickly turning back to the drawing. "Do you think I could see the picture of the class that you drew and show it to Sero and Mina? We missed it coming in," he asked, to which you nodded and fetched the picture that was hiding from under all of your loose sheets siting on the desk. "Here, please don't lose it I've been working on it since last night." You said, handing it off the the electrical quirked boy. Kaminari smiled, and walked over to Mina and Sero, who were near the windows talking to Momo. Your anxiety level raised a little, you knew Kaminari wouldn't do anything to upset you intentionally, however he also wasn't the brightest when it came to certain things. The bell rang for you to attend your next class, and you had long since dropped your worries about your art piece awhile ago, just expecting it back. You were wearing and blasting music in your ears and not paying attention to anything, so collecting your art piece was your first priority to ensure it was okay. Quickly grabbing your things, you stopped Kaminari before he left. "Hey, could I please have my art back?" You politely asked, lightly extending your arm out. "O-Oh right...Well, um, about that-" Kaminari started jumbling his words, avoiding eye contact. "It may have been, um, ripped?" Your eyes widened in shock and a little in anger. "What do you mean? Do you have it?" You interrogated, walking closer to the male. "Well, no I don't, it was thrown out the window," Kaminari confessed, as the both of you made your way to Mic's English class in order to not be late. "What happened? How'd it rip? Who ripped it?" You fired question after question not giving Kaminari any time to respond. "W-Well when we were looking at it, Mineta tried to grab it, and we pulled away but he still managed to grab it and it ripped...Then, when Mina tried grabbing the piece from him she tripped and accidentally threw the pieces in her hand out the window..." You felt your eyes tear up in anger and sadness, and you tried calming yourself down. "It's...Whatever..I'll just make a new one..I guess," you sighed, walking ahead of the boy and into the English class, now in an upset mood. You sat in the boring English class, taking notes not really caring. Your off set mood was radiating and everyone could tell your were upset about something, and probably already knew what you were upset about, since had created quite the scene. You just wanted to go back to the dorms and sleep the rest of the day off, but you didn't want to risk falling behind so you made a choice to just stick with yourself for the rest of the day. ----Time Skip to Last Period(Pardon my shitty skills on describing battles lmao)----

It was now the final period of the day, and you had a sparring practice with All Might. He had paired you all up in pairs, coincidentally he had put you with Kaminari. "Are you still mad?" He asked, referring to the art piece. Your eyes narrowed at him, a frown on your face, "yes, Kaminari, I'm very 'mad.'" You got into a battle stance, as did he, and started circling each other. You were going to enjoy this sparring match, "You gonna make the first move Sparky-boy?" You snarled, your eyes now glaring at him. As he was about to respond, you quickly shot up crystals from the ground, catching him off-guard and launching him into the air. You shout up more, and more, stopping him from completely hitting the ground and bruising him. "I see-you're very-upset!" Kaminari huffed, finally landing on the ground with a loud 'thud.' "Of course I'd be upset! I worked hard on that art!" You shouted, spiking up another crystal on him, not giving any mercy. When he hit that ground again, you dashed up and sprouted small crystals on your arms and firsts, before throwing punches, "You don't seem to be going easy!" He shouted, trying to shock you with the electricity in his hands. "I should knock you out cold," you growled, round house kicking him in the head, sending him flying to the ground. As you were walking up to him, he sent shock-waves through the ground, causing you to collapse. "I'm not giving up that easily, besides I already apologized!" he shouted, standing up to his feet and backing up. You narrowed your eyes, as your anger hit a new time high and you charged at him, "Doesn't bring it back! My hard work was ruined because I made a dumb choice to give it to you!" Throwing punch after punch, and getting electrified a few more times, you finally managed to block a brain-dead Kaminari in a small areas, crystals shooting up beside him to stop him from moving. Panting, you collapsed to the ground, exhausted. Small trails of blood ran along both your arms from the crystals that had sprouted there, and you felt like falling asleep right then and there. "Well Young L/n, you worked your best today!" All Might congratulated, his usual smile on his face. "But, I have to request you free him," you looked up at him and nodded, before turning your head and lowering the crystals so he could move around. "Y/n! That was really good!" A cheerful voice shouted, and you felt someone help you up. "T-Thanks...I'm just-just gonna sleep here mkay?" You yawned, latching your arms around the person-who you saw as Midoriya- around his neck and closing your eyes. "H-Hey! Don't sleep now!" A red faced Midoriya stuttered, quickly accepting his fate and deciding picking you up would be the best option.

"Young Midoriya, is this the girl you keep bringing up in training?" All Might asked, causing a larger blush to spread across the younger boy's face. "U-Uh, Y-Yeah.." "That's delightful to hear, my boy, you can take her to Recovery Girl to rest," as the pro-hero dismissed the boy, Midoriya quickly made his to her office.

---Mini time Skip---

It wasn't long until you had woken up, the feeling of being carried filling your mind. It was pretty quickly that you realized it was Midoriya carrying you piggy-back style, and that you decide to mess with him for a little. Smirking to yourself, you lightly lifted your head to his ear and blew gently, feeling the teen carrying you shiver and tense. "Y-Y/n?" He stuttered out of his nerves, making you chuckle. "Yeah?" "Are you okay? You seemed exhausted after your fight, and your arms are still all cut up," you could hear the concern in his voice, which made your heart flutter. "Don't worry about it, He just did something to piss me off," you sighed, and nuzzled your face into the crook of his neck. "You wanna talk about it?" "I guess, if you don't mind me complaining," you giggled lightly. "I don't mind, besides if it bothered you enough to completely beat up Kaminari maybe talking about it could do you some good." "I guess. So the picture I brought in today, the one with the whole class," Midoriya perked up at this, "the picture you drew everyone but yourself in?" "Ya that one," you nodded. "He asked to see it, and I was hesitant to give it to him but I did anyways, and then I put in my headphones on full blast again. After class when I was about to leave I managed to catch up to him and asked him about it. He told me Mineta tried grabbing it from Mina and she moved out of the way but Mineta had gotten a hold on it and it ripped, then when Mina tried getting the pieces back from him, she tripped knocking all the pieces in her hand to go out the window." You frowned, and your grip on Midoriya tightened the slightest bit. "I stayed up late last night to work on it and to have it just ruined like that infuriated me." You sighed, and cast your glance to the the side. "I'm really sorry that happened, it looked really good too," Midoriya had a slight frown on his face. "Maybe if you want after school today we can hang out and you can draw another one," his face flushed a bright pink at his offer, while you had a smile gracing your face. "Really? Sure! I'd like that a lot, actually," you smiled.

---Arriving at Recovery Girl's Office---

Midoriya hadn't immediately put you down, instead he shifted till he was carrying you bridal style and then had set you down light on the bed. Recovery Girl wasn't there at the moment, so you'd have to wait to be checked out. "Thanks for bringing me here, Midoriya I'm also sorry for falling asleep on you," you giggled. Midoriya smiled at you and nervously scratched the back of his neck. "It was no problem! You put your all in that fight anyways, you deserved a rest." "You must be tired too! You carried me all the way here and after having your own sparring match, why don't you sit down?" You patted a spot on the bed and sat up. "Besides, it's last period anyways so you're not gonna miss anything," you tried to persuade. Midoriya weighted his options for a moment before smiling and lightly sitting down at the end of the bed, sitting cross legged and facing you. "After I get fixed up are we going to hangout at the dorms while I come up with another picture?" You questioned, tilting your head cutely. "Sure, I don't see why not, and if you want I could help with the picture too," he chuckled, which turned into a small yawn. "You tired? You can lie down if you want," you shuffled over to one side of the bed, and smiled. Midoriya gave you a flustered look, and a wild blush of scarlet made its way on his face. "A-A-re you s-sure?" He asked for confirmation, and you giggled and nodded. "Yeah, you seem really tired anyways so I don't mind," you beamed at him, as he nervously lied down beside you. Also adjusting yourself so you were lying next to him, the grin on your face had faltered a bit. "Do..Do you think Kaminari will forgive me?" You suddenly asked, catching the green haired boy off guard. "For the fight? He probably will he doesn't seem like a person to hold a grudge," the scarlet blush was still present on the young boy's face as he adjusted to the new situation he was in. "I hope so, I just got really angry and I let my anger control my actions-" You were about to continue on, but Midoriya had cut you off "because he ruined something you worked on. Anyone would be angry if that happened to them, so don't beat yourself up about it." You sighed and the two of you held eye contact, and Midoriya went to wrap his arms around you when- "Midoriya! L/n! I see you've had a rough day at training," Recovery Girl said, walking into the room. She startled Midoriya, causing him to fall off the bed with a groan, and causing you to giggle. "Hello! And, ya we did," You chuckled, reaching a hand down to help Midoriya up. "What exactly happened then? Do you both need help?" She asked, walking over you. "Well, I don't think Midoriya does, but I was brought here for the cuts on my arms and passing out," You informed, showing your bloodied arms. "Oh dear, I'll treat them and wrap them up, you should be good to go after that. Midoriya, were you hurt at all? That Bakugo child does do a number on you often," she said, grabbing the disinfectant and bandages. "No Ms, I'm okay it was mostly just Y/n here that had the issue, I only carried her after she passed out," Midoriya explained, sitting back on the end of the bed.

Recovery Girl walked back over to you, and began cleaning your arms, you flinching form the pain. "I'm a little hesitant to use my quirk on you, since you had passed out from over exertion," she explained, now wrapping one of your arms. You nodded in understanding, "that's perfectly fine! I understand, besides I kinda wanna get back to class as soon as possible." Recovery Girl chuckled at your attitude. "Oh? What's the rush?" You nervously chuckled, and flashed a glance at Midoriya. "Well, we were sparring before we came here and I might've accidentally snapped at my sparring partner for a stupid thing they did earlier that may or may not of been out of their control," Recovery Girl finished wrapping your arms, and gave you a friendly smile. "I'm sure if you apologize everything will work out. You two are free to leave, so try to stay out of trouble, will you?" Smiling, you and Midoriya left, both of you muttering a quick 'thank you' before making your way to class.

----Time Skip ----

After changing back into your regular school uniforms, you and Midoriya ultimately didn't make it back to class on time, and by the time when you both collected your things the two of you decided to just head back to the dorms. "Y/n? Could I ask something....Personal of you?" Midoriya suddenly asked, catching you off-guard. Looking at him and locking eye contact, you nodded warily. "Sure...What is it that you wanna know?" Midoriya took in a deep breath before speaking. "What is your past with your friends? I mean...They seem very important to you, even though what happened in the cafe it shows they don't really care about you. I also would like to know if, you perhaps struggle with anything? Anxiety? Stress? Why'd you draw everyone but yourself?" Midoriya thought he might've crossed a line, seeing an emotion he couldn't quite define flash in your eyes. "Why do you want to know?" You asked, your voice cold and a little harsh. You didn't like people snooping in your business, friend or not. "Because I'm your friend and I care about you, your well-being is important to me." He said, and you could feel your face flush. "Do I have to answer everything?" You asked quietly, avoiding his gaze. Surprise flashes across Midoriya's face, and for a second he feels a little guilty that you felt like you had to answer all of his questions. "What? Of course not! You can answer the ones you feel comfortable with! I don't wanna make you feel pressured or anything!" He shouted nervously, making you smile and nod. "Okay, well, the past with my friends....I met them in 6th grade, when I transferred schools. It was from then on that we all had became close, at least all the way to our last year. I had moved away but still attended the school, too stubborn to switch schools for one year. Anyways, our last year rolls around, and I thought we had grown really close as a class, the school had said we were one of the best graduating classes they ever had which only fueled my belief. At our grad trip, we had went to a camp site, Bark Lake. It was wonderful, one of the best things I can ever remember from my years with them. We learnt a lot about each other and supported one another. However, when the topic of High Schools came up, I was the only one aiming to be in U.A. while most of the class opted for a different hero school that isn't well known and doesn't hold entrance exams..." You trailed off, letting the green haired boy take all the new information. "I was ecstatic to see my friends at the cafe the other day...But I guess people change, huh? They acted as if I barely knew them...as if everything that we had been through was just nothing to them.." Your eyes began to water, and you quickly wipe your eyes, not even trying to hide it. "I guess high school changes people huh?" You tried joking, but the playful tone in your voice was dull and barely there. Midoriya was speechless. Obviously the bond you had created with your friends back in middle school meant a lot to you, and he understood how you must've felt to have your own friends basically ignore you and have that bond you created shattered. "I'm...I'm really sorry you have to deal with that.." Were the only words that seem to flow throw his mouth, as you wrapped a comforting arm around your shoulder to bring you in a quick side hug. You shook your head and kept a your gaze to the floor. "It's whatever, I obviously didn't mean as much to them as they meant to me. It happens, and I can't control how they feel." Midoriya gave you an upset glance, as the two of you finally made it near the dorms. "Friends shouldn't do that to you, they don't throw bonds away like that," He was about to say something else, when he stopped. "Is..Is that why you stay away from everyone? You think we'll throw away the bond?" After seeing your upset face and you quickly look to the side, he knew he hit a nerve. "Y'know, we won't do that to you, right?" Another moment of silence form you. "I don't know..." Finally came your response as you walked into the Lounge Room, seeing most of the class talking. You two barely noticed and kept walking to your room. "You think we'd do that to you? That we'd hurt you? We'd forget about you? That'd we stopped caring?" You stopped in your tracks from his last question, before entering your room. "Yeah...I am scared everyone'll forget about me. I am scared that you'd hurt me, I'm scared that every single one of you will throw away our bonds , I'm terrified of being hurt! I'm terrified not you guys not caring! I isolate myself to avoid that! I don't have a 'select' group! I'm just there! I don't want to take any more risks! I'm-I'm-" Your voiced had raised louder as you spoke, and now you couldn't get anymore words out. You fell to the ground, your knees having given out and your newly bandaged arms covered in tears along with your face. "I'm so scared.." You mumbled, wrapping your arms around yourself. Midoriya entered your room and shut the door behind him, before kneeling to the ground and wrapping his arms around you. "I'm sorry..I shouldn't of pushed you like that, I should've watched my boundaries with you, I'm sorry," He spoke, as you wrapped your arms around him and buried your face in his chest. Your sobs echoed throughout your room, and a huge wave of guilt had hit Midoriya. He hadn't meant to push your boundaries, and he should've picked up when you felt uncomfortable. His arms held you close until your cries and sobs had turned into soft hiccuping, but neither of you pulled away. You felt safe in his arms, everything from the outside world faded into nothingness as you held each other. "Are you calm?" He asked, breaking the small trance you had been in. "Yeah, I'm sorry for crying, again. I got tears on your shirt," you tried to joke, wiping your eyes. He chuckled and lightly pulled away, however he kept his arms wrapped around you. "That's fine, I'm sorry for pushing you to your limits," he gave you an apologetic glance. "It's fine you didn't know that would set me off...I just got a little riled up with everything." You shakily stood up, and then helped Midoriya up, before making your way to your large desk that had two chairs and setting down some paper, pencils, and pens. "Well, now that that's behind us, you still wanna help me create a new picture? I'll just apologize to Kaminari when I see him." You were quick to switch topics in an attempt to ease the tension in the room, and based off of Midoriya's reaction you seemed it worked. "Sure! Though you could probably do a much better job with the anatomy," he chuckled nervously, taking a seat beside you. "That's fine! I could teach you, if you want?" You offered, holding up a pencil. "I'd like that, thank you," he smiled, also picking up a pencil and grabbing a piece of paper. ----Friday!----

You woke up, tired. You and Midoriya had been drawing since late last night, accidentally loosing track of time. You yawned and got out of bed, before getting ready for another day of school before your nice two days off.

----Mini Skip of Time---- You had quickly gotten ready, and still had two whole hours before you had to get to class, and you weren't really planning on going in early so you just decided to get something to eat. Because you get up before everyone else, just to reassure your own anxiety that you won't be late, you always had the kitchen to yourself, which was a perk of getting up earlier than the others. Walking into the kitchen, and setting your bag down to hang on the chair, you began making breakfast, which was just some cereal. Sitting at the table with your cereal, you took out your sketch book and started once again working on the drawing you had started last night. It wasn't much, you only had everyone drawn though you still had a few things to add to the background and had the whole shading a coloring that still needed to be completed. You smiled to yourself at the silence and kept on eating as you drew. It wasn't long until you heard the others starting to wake up, Iida being the first to wake up which wasn't surprising and Mineta being the last to wake up. You were sitting at the table now with Midoriya and Uraraka, with the others in the Lounge Room, as you were talking about yesterday's events. "Don't worry Y/n, I don't think Kaminari is one to hold grudges against others, so you should be fine!" She tried to reassure after hearing what happened in your sparring match. "I hope so...I feel really guilty about it he didn't deserve getting the back flash of my anger," you spoke, looking at the now almost finished art piece. Midoriya put a hand on your shoulder and gave you a friendly smile. Uraraka smirked, as a plan formed at the accidental closeness Midoriya had caused. "Say...Didn't Mirodiya leave your room late last night? Why was that?" She smirked, her voice in a teasing tone. Your's and Midoriya's faces had flushed a bright pink, and you responded quickly. "W-Wait! It's n-not like that! we were just drawing and lost track of time!" Your embarrassed voice was enough to get a small giggled out of the other girl, your face becoming a dark scarlet. "Are you sure? Midoriya is that true?" Uraraka teased, pointing at the also flustered male. "Y-Yeah! We d-d-d-didn't do any-anything like that!" He stuttered as he waved his arms frantically. You were about to continue when Uraraka started laughing and shook her head. "Yeah, yeah I know. You two are so oblivious, y'know?" You tilted your head in confusion, "huh? What do you mean?" As she was about to answer, Iida walked in. L/n! Uraraka! Mirodriya! We have to head to class now!" Giggling, Uraraka, you, and Midoriya all grabed your things and made your way to class, when halfway you unconsciously grabbed onto Midoriya's hand, and it had also seemed this went unnoticed by him as he kept conversing casually. Your other two friends, however noticed the action and reaction, and smiled, then having a small conversation of their own for the planned meet up after school.

---After School!---

It was finally the end of the day, and you were quite excited to be able to have a small break from the stress that school caused and have time to hang out with some friends. Packing your bag and slinging it over your shoulder, you walked over to where Uraraka, Iida, and Midoriya were to leave to the small cafe. "Hey guys! You ready to leave?" You asked, adjusting your bag traps. "Yeah! I'm ready to leave when you guys are," Midoriya smiled, "Yeah! I'm ready to leave when you guys are!" At his response, you both turned your heads to Uraraka and Iida, waiting for their responses. "Well..Iida and I actually have some things to do so we won't be able to go with you guys," Uraraka chuckled nervously. "Oh? Really?" You asked, a little disappointed. "Ya...Sorry, and we should probably get going now," she said, nudging Iida as the two began to walk out of the classroom. You looked at Midoriya a small frown on your face. "So what do you wanna do now?" The green haired male thought for a moment, "well how about we still go to the cafe? I don't see why our plans should change." Nodding in agreement, you both made your way to the small cafe, small topics coming up in conversation from time to time. "What do you think Uraraka and Iida were hiding?" You asked, both of you standing in line to get your drinks. Midoriya shrugged his shoulders. "I'm not sure, that was the first time they brought up that they had anything else planned," both of you sighed and quickly took your orders before finding a table to sit at. "Maybe they're dating?" You pondered, a smile gracing your face when you heard Midoriya laugh. "I doubt it, Uraraka doesn't seem like the type to hide she's in a relationship." You giggled and nodded your head in agreement, "well that does seem true."

As the small outing went on, Midoriya had been waiting a small text from one of the guys back at the dorms to say the party planning had been done, and everything was set up. to his luck, it wasn't that long after that he got the text that he could come back to the dorms with you. "Say Y/n, why don't we head back to the dorms? I kinda want to do a little drawing session again," he offered, making you smile. "I don't see why not, have anything in mind that you wanna draw?" You asked, beginning to pack up your things. The green haired boy shrugged, "I was thinking maybe some animals? Or maybe some of the teachers," he said, also packing up his things. You smirked a little at his response, "want me to teach you how to draw All Might?" At your question, his eyes lit up. "Would you!? I'd really like that!" He gushed, his fan-boying side coming to light. You chuckled as the two of you walked out of the door form the cafe, "I'd be more than happy to teach you how to draw, besides maybe you could give him one of your sketches?" You suggested, giggling. "Maybe, but I don't think I'll be as talented as you just yet with drawing," he admitted, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck. You nodded in understanding, "drawing does take a lot of time, but the more you do it the more you get used to it," you reminded. The rest of the walk back to the dorms was rather peaceful, you and Midoriya talking about art tips and stuff to help with beginning in art, when Midoriya stopped you from entering the dorms. "Is something wrong?" You questioned, giving your friend a concerned look. Midoriya's face was a bright scarlet, and he kept his gaze to the ground. "Y-Y/n, I-I really n-need to tell you s-s-something," he stuttered, his face seemingly a brighter red than before. Tilting your head in confusion, you prompted him to continue. "T-These past few d-days have b-b-been great f-for me, I-I love hanging o-out with you, and I was w-w-wondering....W-Would you l-l-like to go o-o-out s-s-sometime?" the poor boy's face was as dark as ever, and you stood in front of him, surprised. "Y-You mean it?" You asked, putting a hand on his shoulder making him flinch back a bit. "Y-Yeah, I-I don't want to f-force you though!" Hearing his words, you pulled him into a hug which he gladly accepted, as a huge grin had made it's way on your face. "Of course I'll go on a date with you," you smiled, putting a hand on the Dorm's door handle and twisting it open a little bit. You and Midoriya walked into the strangely quiet dorm, you taking his hand in yours. "How about we-" "SURPRISE!!" You stumbled back in shock having Midoriya catch you before you fell. "Wh-Wha??" You were at a lost for words, seeing all of Class 1-A, most of them with grins on their faces with party decorations everywhere. "What's all this for?" You questioned, walking up to the large group. Uraraka seemed to be the first who spoke. "Well, we thought you felt kind of alone since you were by yourself most of the time, and we noticed that you didn't have a set group of friends like most of us-so we wanted to throw a small party to help you grow closer with the class!" She explained, the large grin still present on her face. Tears began to blur your vision, and leaped at Uraraka for a hug, and soon everyone else joining in. By the time everyone had eventually pulled away, you were still wiping tears off your face when Midoriya walked up beside you and wiped a few tears off your cheek himself. "God what did I do to meet s-such amazing people," you smiled, looking around the room. "Well? What're we waiting for?! Let's get this party started!!" Kirishima shouted, fist pumping the air, the crowd of students erupting in cheers as music began to play from some speakers. Bonus;

The party had recently ended, and everything had been cleaned up, you were chilling in your room with Midoriya, just lying on your bed, cuddling. "Gosh you guys are some of the best people I've ever met," you spoke, breaking the small silence in your room. Midoriya chuckled, and pulled you a little bit closer. "I could say the same to you, Y/n," his compliment made your face flush, and caused you to giggle. "How about we go on a date tomorrow, Midoriya?" "Y/n you can call me Izuku, you know," he smiled, "well, okay then, Izuku, how about we go on a date tomorrow?" He nodded, "Sounds wonderful to me, what do you wanna do?" You pondered for a moment. "How 'bout a nice walk in the park? That's always relaxing," you suggested, snuggling your head into his chest. "Sure, a breath of fresh air couldn't hurt," he agreed, laying his chin on your head. You two stayed like that for awhile until you both fell into a deep sleep, calm with the each other's presence.

#BNHA #midoriya izuku #reader insert #MHA #midoriya x reader

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fading-ronin · 6 years

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Changing the Future - A Final Fantasy XV AU

So after playing Comrades and going through the upcoming content, I had something in mind for the Hero of Galahd, Nyx Ulric. I didn’t think it was fair that he had to lose his life while Ignis and Ravus only lost a piece of themselves, so...

This is my attempt to change his fate.

If you guys like it, I’ll post a second chapter! The other characters will come in through later chapters if I continue.

Description: After his death within Insomnia, Nyx Ulric had been granted access to the afterlife, meeting with his loved ones and old friends. However, a certain Astral has plans for the Glaive, one of which will change the course of history... Forever. Characters: Nyx Ulric, Lunafreya Nox Fleuret, Noctis Lucis Caelum, Prompto Argentum, Ignis Scientia, Gladiolus Amicitia, Ardyn Izunia, and more. Word Count: 2,441 Rating: PG

It had been much too long in a world without the laughter of children. The plentiful youth bounding about the land with joy brimming throughout every fiber of their being. Parents remained vigilant, of course, but nonetheless wore their smiles with pride. They too shared this elated feeling of contentment with their offspring. How couldn't they? The sun lingered high above the planet of Eos, basking the world with it's yellow rays. This only complimented the color of the sky which had brightened to the lightest of blues due to the intensity of the star above. There had been no sign of cloud formation whatsoever. It was a perfect day.

Galahd was known for its beauty. The rivers that trailed through the formations of terrain were the perfect scenic locations for building a home...

Or even opening up a small bar.

Sitting behind the counter was a man worthy of many things. A selfless being who would throw himself to the winds in order to protect those he had cared about. One who had given his life for the sake of the future. A protector of the light. Sapphire hues gazed upwards to focus on four women sitting at a table a few feet away from him. He had been diligently cleaning the counter top while watching them all laugh with every joyous comment they make. It was peaceful. At this table, starting from left to right, sat a woman with a messy bun. Her caramel eyes shone with a certain brilliance, this only complimenting her fair features by more than a million. This was Crowe Altius, his comrade in the Kingsglaive as well as one of his closest friends. On her left sat two women, both looking very similar to one another aside from the youngest one wearing a headdress without the veil. These two were his mother and sister, Elena and Selene, who both were ecstatic to be reunited with the man once again. Their reunion was... More than anyone could've expected. There were tears on both ends of the spectrum. But now, we move on to the fourth, one who was never really a resident of Galahd. Much like Crowe herself, who grew up on the outskirts of Insomnia. However... This one was of royalty.

Sitting with the most perfect posture possible sat the princess of Tenebrae. Lunafreya Nox Fleuret. Her beautiful blonde hair rested in its normal style with her attire consisting of a striking white dress glistening with a sort of radiance...

Like an angel.

The Glaive couldn't have asked for anything more. Everything was in place. There was no more worries of Lucis coming under attack from Niflheim. No more worrying over peace treaties and loss. No pain. No suffering. This was what Nyx had been longing for for the longest time. All of his regrets had washed away with the revelation that he could stand beside him family once more. However, his thoughts had gotten the best of him, as soon after he had lost himself within such a happiness did a head-splitting ache burst through his mind. Releasing a gasp of pain, all eyes soon settled on him, and soon enough the four women surrounded him.

"Nyx, what's wrong??" His mother had called, doing her best to give him space, yet failed due to her maternal instincts. Her hands instinctively moved to grasp his cheeks and await an answer from the individual.

The episode lasted for what felt like hours. Images flashed through his mind in a rapid order, them consisting of: a strange island with even stranger curls, people wearing the garb of the Kingsglaive, and what looked like the Draconian of Legend. He had stood in the midst of a large courtyard littered with the blades of warriors. His large golden blades had hovered behind him, only increasing the intensity that his being had given off, his large blue hues gazing down at the male behind his helmet.

Protector of the Light, you are required to walk among the living...

After he had said these words, the pain had subsided, leaving him in a cold sweat kneeling before the company within the bar. All held alerted expressions until he had finally gazed up to them, nodding his head slowly before easing up to his feet, having both Selena and Elena aid him up to his feet. They were obviously awaiting an explanation from him, whether it be from the slight analytical quirks in their expressions or the actual fear of what he had just endured. Once he was settled to his feet, he released his breath, reeling his mind to keep what had just occurred at the forefront of his mind.

"I don't know what happened... What caused it... I just saw some images and heard a voice... Not sure why. Must've been just flashes from being... Y'know." Nyx had tried to explain the best that one possibly could about what he'd seen. But... Truth be told, he didn't know much himself. He could tell they didn't buy it judging by their expressions. However, Lunafreya stepped forward, placing her hand on Nyx's shoulder before offering a nod.

"Why don't you go outside for a moment? Take a breath." Her words were gentle, soothing with every word, leaving Nyx eased from the pain he previously felt. She always had that effect. She was the Oracle, of course, and her duty was to heal the wounded. Was she using his power upon him, he did not know, but he only knew he would follow her advice. Slipping on his jacket he would leave the inside of the bar to go stand by the river. It had always raised his spirits when he was younger. Perhaps it would do it now.

As he made his walk, he took sight of the scenery, the orange star above casting an ethereal glow upon the terrain below, leaving a cacophony of chirping or scuttles from the animal life that dwelt within the woodlands. Upon entering the clearing, a smile instantly graced his lips, watching the swaying stream trickle down the rocks in the softest of manners. The soothing sounds of what felt like home ringing about within his drums in the most sensual of ways. No matter where he could be, should thoughts of this scene ever appear in his head, he can always find peace somewhere within it. It was tranquility in pure form. No other sight could really beat it.

Removing his boots with a few quick movements, he would place them neatly against a rock beside his jacket, making his way over towards the water with a hum vibrating throughout his being. The liquid was warmed when his toes had brushed against it. One step, two steps, three.. Soon he found himself within the middle of the river. It wasn't too deep, only reaching up to his knees, just below the cuffs of his lower article of clothing. Bending down, his hands cupped the blue entity, raising it up to coat his face within it. He repeated the process a few times before standing upward with a few flicks of his hands. But when he looked up he hadn't the faintest clue of where he stood.

The scenery that had brought him so much comfort had dissolved within a variety of an unknown visage. The lightest of blues had swirled about him, small flecks of purity tranced around the atmosphere. Strange swirling lines had coated the vision of the young Glaive, confused and curious by the scene before him. However, he could feel there was another presence, like someone was watching him... And that answer had appeared much quickly than he had anticipated.

He had recognized whom this being was due to the insignia that had resided upon his jackets shoulder. An image of the Draconian, Bahamut, standing (or was he floating?) high and mighty with his sword in hand. He was pure power trapped within a living entity. Terrifying, really. Nyx was... Speechless, so to speak. How had he arrived here? Why had he? Before he could ask, the Astral spoke, his voice booming with authority.

O, He who bartered with the Lucii of Old, The Chosen King has entered the Crystal to replete the sacred ring. However, the King of Kings is lost without the light of the Oracle. Taken by the Accursed was she, and to redeem her soul, The Light of Lucis must return to the world beneath Paradisum, to redirect the blade that cut short this thread of fate. As you gave your life to protect the future of our star, you must now journey back to protect it once more. Only by the hand of the Light of Lucis may this be done.

Silence lingered in the air the moment he finished. His reflective blue orbs scanned the shrunken Glaive, as if awaiting for any questions based upon these new revelations. Nyx couldn't have believed what he heard from one of the Six. He had never believed in this sort of stuff. The Astrals or the Lucii, none of it, but how could he have denied it when he's seen both of them now? He had many questions he desired to ask. But he needed to choose carefully. From how Bahamut had spoken, this was something he would not be able to escape.

"You're talking about saving Lunafreya from her death? She told me she died in Altissia a long while back... How is this even possible?"

The Crystal's power is not bound to the realm you see before you.Time is but a construct, a construct the Crystal may use at will, bent by the hand of I, the Draconian.

"Once--If, I manage to save her, what becomes of me? Do I come back?"

The Light of Lucis shall not fail, as He who crossed the plane of life, the embrace of Death shall pursue Him no further. As tribute to one's sacrifice to safeguard the future, He shall remain to ensure the King of Kings reaches his Ascension. Once this happens, the Light may enter Paradisum once more.

". . . Alright, if that's the case, will I have my powers?"

The Power of Kings resides within. So long as the Chosen King and the Oracle draw breath, may the Light of Lucis hold the strength to serve his duty, so is the revelation of Bahamut.

Before Nyx had the chance to say anything more, he could feel the floor beneath him disappear from beneath him, his eyes focused upon the leader of the Six in all of glory. Even then, his image began to fade, and the ethereal glow that surrounded him had faded away to be replaced with a solid baby blue color. Wind had whipped through his hair and ears, two purple ribbons flowing forth from his left shoulder. He quickly twisted his body to find himself falling straight towards an an ocean of crystal blue covered in Imperial carriers. But that wasn't the craziest part.

That title was reserved for what seemed like cyclone of water floating around a giant blue dragon.

This was Altissia. It had to be. Bahamut had sent him back like he said, so Nyx couldn't doubt that he was sent to protect Lunafreya. To make sure she doesn't enter the afterlife. There wasn't time to guess anymore. This was his duty.

Time to get to work.

Quickly, the male reached back to remove one of his kukri, shooting a look to his left to launch it towards the crumbling building pieces floating high above the typhoon. If she was going to be anywhere, it had to be where that dragon was at. She had a knack for drawing all sorts of attention. Might as well stick to that little factoid.

"Alright, let's hope I'm not rusty!" Nyx exclaimed before launching his weapon forward focusing upon appearing where it was once it was far enough. In a split second, he was covered in a veil of luminescent blue, grasping his blade with a loud proud yell. He couldn't help but feel giddy to be doing this once again. This was his passion before he passed before, and to think that he could do it again... He couldn't be happier. The second throw had sent it even farther, this time finding his target within a crevice created within the bricks. Once he appeared, he took hold, using all of his strength to hold him up while he searched around for his target.

But in his search he saw something his mind failed to process. At this point, he should begin to be more open minded. His Prince, Noctis Lucis Caelum, floated before this massive beast within an aura of blue surrounded by a multitude of weapons. He was fighting this thing! He could see the rippling explosions charge throughout the lengthy body of the mighty creature. But as it seemed to be in his favor, Noctis released a mighty barrage, watching the beast be sent crashing back within the waves.

Nyx cheered, "hell yeah, your Majesty!" But he couldn't celebrate long. He could hear the waves rumbling and he still had no idea where Lunafreya was. Quickly looking for his charge, he sought all over the wreckage, soon finding an object in white holding some sort of- Of course that was her. Why would he even guess? Kicking off the wall with his weapon in hand, he would warp forward towards the woman, not seeing this so called Accursed anywhere. He couldn't have been wrong.

Before he could warp again, the waves erupted once more, Leviathan screeching out and charging the Prince. It seemed the large attack had weakened the boy enough to leave him vulnerable to the attack. Nyx had received a small portion of the backlash, tumbling slightly from the air due to the rush of water that occurred. He wouldn't be buried beneath these waves. Shooting his dagger forward, he warped once more, falling high above what appeared to be an altar. And it was there he found who he was to stop.

The Chancellor of Niflheim.

He had been leisurely strolling over towards the crumpled princess. She had been in a coughing fit and, judging by his moving lips, he was monologuing. Typical. With one quick throw of his weapon, he had watched his kukri soar, landing before the woman in a puff of smoke and magic. Each set of eyes fell upon him, one of joy while the other was a concoction of both anger and curiosity.

"Sorry I'm late, princess, you forgot to send me an invitation."

#final fantasy xv #ffxv #ffxv fanfiction #possible spoilers #nyx ulric #Noctis Lucis Caelum #lunafreya nox fleuret #ardyn izunia #ignis scientia #gladiolus amicitia #prompto argentum

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dubsdeedubs · 7 years

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A Diverging in the Wood [2/3]

hi sorry

Summary: Events shift. History rearranges. Another horror beyond human comprehension joins the fray during Weirdmageddon.

Good thing they're on the side of humanity.

[A/N: I Honestly don’t know how to explain the context to this and it’s been literally half a year since I’ve posted anything for it, but. Canon Divergence AU for this fic which is just sleeping, I promise. Features eldritch abomination Stan - it makes sense in context. Kind of.]

[AO3]

To Stanford's complete lack of surprise, hell was freezing cold.

Though a revolutionary discovery to be sure, he had doubts it would stand up to any reputable academic committee. The main issue was, his current location was more accurately described as "Ford Pines' Personal Pyramidal Hell" than the classic Judeo-Christian equivalent. Specifically, traits of demons present were more "horns and cloven feet" than "sixty-degree angles."

Unfortunately, that fact narrowed down the field of concerned individuals significantly. To two, actually - him and his fellow captive, the rather perturbed looking child (?) dancing frantically in a cage hanging from the ceiling.

Not Ford's oddest roommate experience, but it did make top five.

It was just one of those days. Weeks? Months? Extra-temporal periods of existence?

The worst part about the death of linear time, Ford thought to himself sadly, was the language involved.

He hung there in his chains for a moment that could have been a minute or a year, or anything in between. Not that it would have mattered. There was the occasional squeaking and click-clack of tap-dancing from above, but nothing here changed or grew or learned. This was his personal hell, after all.

Then on a day that could have been any other, a massive black hand reached through the opening to the chamber.

A moment afterwards, the rest of Bill Cipher followed through, folding out like a model ship in a bottle. His single large eye stared Ford down with evident glee.

"Heya, Fordsy!" He chirped. "How's it hanging?"

Bill snapped his finger, and a deafening rimshot echoed throughout the room. Stanford stared back at him blankly, his tongue limp and leaden in his mouth.

The demon let out an exaggerated sigh. "Tough audience, huh? Man, I miss the good ol' days. Just you, me, a meddling research assistant to drive insane, and a world-ending interdimensional portal to build.

You would've laughed at my jokes then," he said sulkily. "Heck, you would've done anything I told ya to do. Anything for your blessed muse - right, Sixer?"

Ford made no reply. There was a dull metallic taste in his mouth, his mind felt dazed and woolen, and there was something inexplicably funny about - well, everything. Who had come up with the interior design scheme for the Fearamid, anyways? Was being a fan of neon rainbow highlights another black mark on the long list of Bill Cipher's sins?

Somewhere on the fringes of Ford's awareness, Bill Cipher narrowed his eye in realization. He poked Ford with one smooth, black finger. The old man shifted slackly in his chains. "Oh, come on. Don't tell me I messed up on rewiring a few synapses or 7,283! How am I supposed to torture answers out of you if ya get to duck out of the consequences?" His glare turned thoughtful. "...Don't suppose you have anything to share about the barrier around this hick town now?"

Ford might not have been in his right mind, not anything close to it, but he knew there was only one way he could respond to that.

"No," he muttered hoarsely. His throat felt sore and his voice came out in a rasp, like he had been using it a lot recently. "Not to you."

"Oh, what a pity!" Bill said, his cheerful tone making it clear that to him, it was anything but. He snapped his fingers with obvious relish, the sound echoing sharply across the otherwise empty chamber.

Sensation rushed into his numb limbs, bringing with it the burning chafe of chains and a bone-deep exhaustion that washed over him with all the force of an ocean wave. He could hear a dim ringing sound in his ears now, and Ford swallowed down a sudden burst of nausea. His entire body felt like one unholy amalgation of bruise and electrical burn.

The briefest of moments later, so came logical thought. Bill was here, in front of him, for the first time in... a while. Their last meeting had ended especially - brutally, which explained Ford's previous - condition.

The most logical reason for the demon's long absence was that, at that point, Bill must have realized that torture by itself was pointless.

Which meant.

Bill would not have returned if he did not have new information, new bargaining pieces, new -

The list of reasons with which Ford could be convinced to bargain at all was short. Specifically, it was limited to three people. The thought of any of them in the clutches of the malicious, capricious chaos god before him chilled him to the core.

There was nothing funny about his situation now, not anymore.

"Why are you here, Cipher?" Ford asked with forced calm, every bit of restraint he could muster used to keep the dueling emotions of fear and fury from his face. "What do you have planned? You know that I -"

Bill let out a shriek of laughter. "You wound me, Sixer! Why can't I just have a nice conversation with an old friend?" The creature leaned closer, eye shining. "Geez, does everything have to have an ulterior motive with you?"

"There is no conversation I want to have with you, Cipher," Ford said shakily, voice barely a whisper. "Do not mock either of our intelligences by pretending I was anything close to a friend to you."

"Eh, friend, unwitting pawn…" Bill waved a large, spidery hand with calculated nonchalance. "Po-tay-toh, po-tah-toh. Don't be so sensitive, pal!"

"You have held me captive, kept me in chains, have tortured me to the brink of death -"

"Brink of? ...Ooh." The triangle winced exaggeratedly. "Oh right. I never told you!

"...W-what?" Ford asked hesitantly, before logic chased him down, pushed him to the ground, and poured a cold bucket of regret over his head and down his shirt. "No, actually, I don't ="

"Yea-ah, about that last part - tell ya what, Fordsy." Bill batted his eyelashes. "I've decided to turn over a, hah, new leaf. Call it making up for having you wait for so long!"

"I said I don't -"

"It's honesty hour here in the Fearamid, folks!" The triangle flung his hands up and out, practically beaming despite a lack of a mouth or real facial features. Glowing confetti burst from the air and scattered all over the landscape.

Then just as suddenly, he was close - too close, his solid black pupil inches away from Ford's flinching face.

"Oh, don't pretend like you're not INTERESTED, Sixer! You've always been a real smartypants, but I KNOW you've got mysteries ya can't figure out. So, HOW ABOUT IT? A little secret to start with, just to give omnipotence a test run?"

There was no doubt for Stanford that - whatever Bill was building up to - was not something he wanted to know. His tongue had already gone instinctively to the roof of his mouth, ready to form the harsh consonant sound of the 'no' that he wanted to, had to say.

But there was a dangerous glint in the demon's single eye, one that made it clear that his question was no question at all.

He sighed. There was a time and a place for everything, and 'enraging a chaos god' was no exception. He still had no idea where or how Dipper and Mabel were. (Or Stanley.) His pride was not worth the safety of his family.

"Fine," Ford said blandly, determinedly keeping all emotion from his face. He refused to give Bill the pleasure of watching him squirm. "A little... secret."

Even without a mouth, Bill gave off the distinct impression of a smirk.

"Weeeell," he drawled, spinning his cane casually. With no apparent process of transformation, he was suddenly dozens of times smaller than before, around the size he maintained in Ford's memories of past dreams. "So. I, uh, miiiiight have taken it a bit too far a time or two with these things."

Electricity sparked around Bill's raised hand in demonstration. Ford flinched back instinctively.

"Y'know. Used a little too much juice, sizzled an organ that shouldn't have been sizzled. Beginner's mistake."

Bill shrugged nonchalantly and stretched out his thin arms in placation. "Hey, but I fixed ya back up, didn't I? Even made a few tweaks, free of charge!"

Ford stared at him silently, expression slack with slow dawning horror.

"What's with the long face? Focus on the big picture here for once," the demon said crossly. "You're alive! C'mon, no thanks for your favorite muse?"

No, this had to be another trick. Gods knew how many of those Bill Cipher had up his metaphorical sleeves. He was trying to - unnerve him, shake him, get him into that precarious mental place where he might actually be thrown off enough to make the mistake Bill had been waiting for all this time.

And the worst part was, it was working.

Already, his thoughts were going places where they shouldn't. Was resurrection even something Bill was capable of? How did that interfere with existing processes for death and life, if they even existed?

And yet... it would make a great deal of sense. Not only did Bill have little to no concept of human limits in regards to survival, Ford highly doubted he cared - not if he had a way of circumventing his mistakes. And, given that most of his own memory consisted of pain and occasional flashes of blue light, there were more than enough gaps in it to draw... damning conclusions.

But… if Bill was telling the truth, what did that mean for him?

Was he just a copy of a copy, ad nauseam, of an original, deceased Stanford Pines? Or was he just a reanimation, not much different from a simple -

Bill was looking at him now through a single half-lidded eye, both hands resting on the handle of his cane, his stare uncomfortably knowing. "Well, Sixer? You, of all people, should know how much I hate it when people make me wait."

As if struck, Ford straightened his back suddenly - and heard, disproportionately loud to his ringing ears, the familiar crackle of aged paper.

Like breaking through a trance, he held one trembling hand to pat the general location of his heart, and there it was - that slightest resistance pressing reassuringly against his chest. It was still there. Despite the decades, despite whatever had happened to him in his current captivity, it was there. He blinked rapidly, trying to dissipate the burning at his eyes.

And just like that, his previous concerns were wiped from his mind.

Ford let out a breath. Of course. He had been being ridiculous.

Bill would not have known about the tattered photograph he kept hidden under his clothing, strapped to his chest - nor would he have understood the significance of it.

Therefore, if Ford really had been remade in a way that departed from who he was before, into something Bill wanted him to be... then the picture would not have the same effect on him. It certainly wouldn't have this effect on him.

"I'm disappointed, Cipher." Ford's voice sounded distant to his own ears. "That bit of information is a waste of omnipotence. But then again, perhaps I shouldn't be so surprised - you also made the decision to tear down the walls between dimensions, effectively end an entire universe, and for what? To have a party?"

Bill bristled, visibly affected by his gibe. "I'll have ya know, Sixer, we've got more time punch here than any other point in existence. This ain't just a party, bucko! It's the party!"

"You're right," Ford said hoarsely. "I am an idiot, Bill."

His captor turned slowly, single eye open in pleasant surprise and baited anticipation -

"But not because I trusted you." He wet his dry mouth. "I'm an idiot because I thought you were ever worth worshipping."

The triangle demon was quiet for a long, long moment.

Regardless of exactly how long it went in linear terms, it was definitely enough time for Ford to review his words and mentally curse himself for mouthing off. There was nothing Bill could do to him that he hadn't done previously. But with his family's survival in the balance, it was an extremely stupid move of him to push an already erratic, capricious creature into -

"Well," said Bill slowly, "well, WELL."

There was a note of deep anticipation in his voice, obvious even as the volume of it climbed to deafening levels. "GOOD OL' SIXER, HUH? I knew there was a reason I liked you more than the other fleshbags. Always jumping the GUN. And here I thought you'd APPRECIATE the build-up! BUT HEY, I SURE DON'T WANNA KEEP YA WAITING!"

He snapped his fingers and the chains holding Ford up disappeared suddenly from around his limbs. There was a heart-stopping second or two of freefall as the world around him blurred and reformed -

- then he landed, inexplicably enough, on what looked to be an oversized therapy chair that - he noticed blearily - matched the neon color scheme of the Fearamid.

Ford lunged forwards on an instinctive attempt at escape before bands of eerily glowing blue substance shot out from the handles and wrapped themselves around his wrists, holding him tightly in place.

"LEMME TAKE A WILD GUESS, SIXER! All ya wanna know about now is how that squishy little family of yours is doing." Bill sat on a stool next to the chair, squinting at a little notepad and pencil he held in his hands. After a moment of deliberation, he burnt them both in blue flame. "BOOORING! WHATEVER HAPPENED TO THE GUY I USED TO KNOW, HUH?"

"You did."

Bill ignored him. "I can't even interest you in the solution to the Hodge Conjecture? What about the Computational Theory of Mind? You're KILLING me here, FORDSY!"

"Either tell me what happened to my family, or -"

"Or?" The triangle asked in anticipation, leaning forward. "OR? Tell me, Fordsy, what exactly is it that you wanna do to me? Got another dimensional gun hidden up your sleeves? A muicide detonator strapped to your left ankle?"

"Or bring back the chains," Ford spat. "I'm tired of your games, Cipher. I know what you want from me, and no amount of sidestepping will make me forget it."

Bill leaned back again. If Ford didn't know better, he would have said he looked disappointed. "Oh, don't give yourself a heart attack, Sixer - that doesn't come for a few more decades! 'Sides, honesty hour's still on, and what with me killing linear time, you've still got…" He checked a watch-less wrist. "...eternity!"

Ford licked his stinging lips. There was no question that he had to play along. Especially with Bill dangling his family's fates in front of him like this. There was no doubt that there was something unsaid - something that the triangle was positively raring to share.

He thought through his words for a long time.

"Are they hurt?" Ford asked at last, still wary, unwilling to even consider the other alternative. Dipper had the Journals with him, though in hindsight, giving those books to him was a decision Ford deeply regretted - it was the equivalent of a bright red target on his back. And Mabel had been outside when Weirdmageddon had began, lost somewhere in the woods (and there was another burst of guilt there, because he shouldn't have done… that. Why did he possibly think it would have ended well? This was the second time he had made the exact same mistake.) "Are they… safe?"

"Oh," Bill said dismissively, "Pine Tree and Shooting Star are just fine. From a certain point of view! But they're alive and breathing and doing everything you humans do… just a whole lot less of it."

Ford jerked forward, a movement aborted by the thick bands of cosmic material holding him down. The triangle waved a placating hand. "I'm kidding, Sixer! Geez, talk about not bein' able to take a joke! They're both holed up in that Shack of theirs, and I have to say… real good job on the unicorn hair barrier. Very…" His voice darkened. "Clever. But you always were, weren't you, Fordsy?"

Realization dawned. "...You can't see inside the Shack at all, can you?"

"Never tried!" Bill exclaimed, and Ford knew he wasn't imagining the fact that the dream demon had responded a little too quickly. "Bunch of dinged up humans, huddled up and marinating in their own fluids like time sardines in a can… can I say booo-ring?"

Despite his best efforts, Ford sagged in relief. For all his age and near-omnipotent knowledge, Bill was at his core a childish being. His family was safe, hidden away in the Shack. Maybe powerless, unable to fight back at all against the extradimensional creatures rampaging through the town… but alive and uninjured - because if they were otherwise, Bill would certainly have mentioned it.

"Hey, what's with the hurry?" Ford blinked in slow confusion. "Aren't ya forgetting someone, Sixer?"

Bill shrugged. "Actually, can't say I'm surprised! I mean, you sure have had a lot of experience forgetting about him in the past -"

Ah. Ford frowned. "My brother is safe in the Shack," he said coldly. "Try another one, Cipher."

No, there had been no forgetting involved. Just the simple fact that the kids had been in direct danger and therefore, had been at the foreground of Ford's panic. Stanley, on the other hand, had been inside the Shack the last Ford remembered, and at any rate, could not have gotten far enough from shelter in the few minutes before the start of Weirdmageddon to be in any real danger.

And... while his brother made indubitably unwise decisions, he doubted that even Stan would casually venture out into the post-apocalyptic wasteland.

(...without reason. Which meant, unless the kids had not made it to the Shack immediately and Stanley had noticed their disappearance. Or unless... no, it was stupid - but then, this was Stanley - his brother had gone outside to look for him -)

"Sounding a bit too sure there," Bill remarked, leaning back and swinging his black cane in one fluid motion. "But you've been doing some assuming over there, haven't ya? And... we both know what that does - don't we, Fordsy?"

He wants me to ask him, Ford thought distantly. He wants me to ask him about Stanley.

There was an obvious answer to the question of 'why' - his brother had been captured, or injured, or. But he also understood - as much as anyone could, really - the spiteful polygon of overgrown immaturity before him, enough to know that there was something more here. Bill wanted to enjoy this game, and he was drawing it this long to make up for -

"Well?"

Ford, on the other hand, was sick of playing games. "Cut to the chase, Cipher. What did you do to my brother?" He demanded, rising as much as he count against the binds holding him down to the cartoonishly oversized therapy chair.

"What an accu-sation! I haven't done anything, Sixer." Ford flinched, despite himself. "...For once. Nah, Fordsy, the question you should be asking is, what has your brother done to himself?"

"I don't understand," he said carefully.

"Oh come on - you're smarter than this!" Bill bemoaned, sounding almost disappointed. "You spent ten years in this dump of a supernatural hot spot, you know what kind of things are lurking about in its corners. You knew what you were getting into - oh, don't give me that look, I saw your cute little handwritten guide on fae technical wording." Ford flushed red. "Stan-o, however…"

His tone turned contemplative. "All that knucklehead had was one of your little cryptid diaries and good ol' fashioned desperation. And we both know how dangerous that is in Gravity Falls - don't we, Fordsy? How many things out here would be all too willing to take advantage?"

"My brother isn't an idiot," Ford said flatly. "He wouldn't have fallen for the tricks of - creatures like you. He's better than that."

"Oh, I wouldn't be too sure - you know what they say about birds and feathers! Tell me, Fordsy - how has your brother been, since you've made it back? Does it feel like coming back home? Or… "

Bill prodded at Ford's chin with his cane, a thoughtful look in his single eye. "Is he different? Not how you remembered him? A - stranger?"

"It's been thirty years," he said dully, leaning his face back and away as much as he could. "People change. He changed. I changed."

"Oh, is that all it is?" Bill exclaimed in mock-surprise. "Or is that just what you're tellin' yourself?"

Ford was quiet.

"C'mon, Six Fingers. I know all about your habit of lying to yourself, but this is ri-di-culous. Before this summer, you haven't talked to - heck, seen - your brother for forty years. And that hour of beating the crud outta each other doesn't count! What's the difference to you between Stanley Pines and some guy off the street, huh?"

Ford refused to meet his eye. "You wouldn't understand," he muttered raspily. The demon went still. "You've never had a fami -"

"I don't NEED to understand!" Bill said loudly - shrieked, really, his one eye wide, as if he was shocked at his own vehemence.

"...No, y'know what, Stanford? I think you're the one who doesn't understand. In fact, I think there are plenty of things you don't understand. ...Good thing I'm here to get you up to speed."

The triangle's physical size hadn't changed - at least, not by Ford's own reckoning - but now, he loomed, his single unblinking pupil narrowed into a nearly imperceptible slit.

"Don'tcha know? Your real brother hasn't been around for a very, very long time, Fordsy."

"...What?" It sounded lame and ridiculous the moment it left his mouth, but there were no words that could be used for the current stunned confusion of Ford's mind. "I don't -"

Bill sighed once, for obvious effect. "Lemme tell ya about an old - pal of mine. Seems a bit overdue for an introduction, considering what they've been up to for the past -"

Then, just then, there was a deafening crunch.

The entire Fearamid shook in a massive jolt of movement. Several chunks of glowing extraterrestial building material cracked off and fell haphazardly from the ceiling, and Bill went abruptly quiet as he dodged to the side to avoid a hit to the eye.

Distantly, Ford heard the sound of demonic screeching and - human shouting?

Bill blinked once, slowly and disbelieving. Then, he swelled, growing twice - thrice - a dozen times his original size, bright crimson red and glowing like a supernova, his eye a glaring gold on black.

"WHAT IS IT N̮͍̠̠͓̻̝͖̬̗̅̄̂̽̀̂̓͊̍͠O̴̪̬̪̬͍͈̐̂̎̌̍̒̿͜W̶̭̹̝̟̱̑͆̉͑̿̇͋̕ͅ?" he demanded to no one in particular, bass voice loud enough to vibrate the leather under Ford's fingers.

The pseudo-therapy chair dissolved like mist, but a massive and inhuman black hand grabbed Stanford from mid-air before he could even mentally register the lack of physical reinforcement underneath his body.

He flinched. Around the two of them, the world distorted and reshaped itself into a room he had long mentally associated with the crackling of pain through his limbs and the odor of burnt cloth (and hair, and flesh, and -)

The walls had holes in them now, brutish and irregular, and through them Ford could just barely catch the occasional blur of fast-moving color beyond them. Color, and something he simply could not make out for the life of him.

Bill hummed in thought, vibrating like a naked wire. "...Huh. Would ya look at that?"

"P-please." Ford hadn't realized it was him who had spoken before his mouth was already open and he was babbling again, words rolling down his tongue and spilling out despite himself because who else in this damn town would storm the stronghold of a chaos god? Who else but - "Bill, please, don't do anything to them -"

"Looks like Truth or Dare's gonna have to wait a few," the demon said, tone light as a feather. Dimly, Ford realized he could see himself in Bill's huge dilated pupil. His reflection's mouth was open in a silent scream. "I've got a rebellion to crush into bonemeal! And who knows… Maybe I can find myself a Shooting Star or a Pine Tree, and then you can finally start making some Independent Decisions - starting with, choosing which one of 'em gets to take your place!"

His fists landed uselessly on the smooth black surface of Bill's cartoonishly simple hand as Ford struggled in his grasp, screaming and shouting and shaking, barely registering the telltale movement of air across his face that meant Bill was moving elsewhere.

Then, somewhere on the fringes of his awareness, he registered the clink of metal - then, the loosening of his bonds as Bill deposited (dumped, really) him onto a hard surface.

Within seconds, Ford had flipped onto his feet. He immediately lunged at the bars that held him back, his six-fingered hands futilely clawing at the huge unblinking eye staring at him in amusement, just a few inches away from his fingertips.

"Calm down, Fordsy," Bill admonished with a sigh, voice loud over a stream of obscenities that had never before been uttered on the surface of this particular version of Earth. "That heart attack creeping on isn't supposed to happen till you're 92, remember? So why don'tcha sit back, make a new friend, and I'll bring your family right back to ya - just like you wanted!"

"If you hurt them," he said hoarsely, "if you touch a single hair on their heads - I don't care what I have to do, what I need to bargain with -"

Bill shrieked with ear-splitting laughter. "Birds and feathers, Stanford!" He exclaimed cryptically, and - unfolded, for lack of a better word, his single eye bursting into flame and a dozen legs emerging from his now pyramidal frame. By the time Ford could react, Bill had already clambered through and out of one of the larger cracks like some oversized demonic arachnid.

He stared forward for a moment, one hand still loosely holding the metal bars of the hanging cage, adrenaline draining as quickly as it had came and leaving behind aches and strains in its wake. Ford felt sick, nauseous, a burning sensation somewhere in his throat that felt nothing like 500 volts of electricity yet hurt just as much.

There was nothing he could do but wait, wait for the world to end because he would not watch those children suffer for his mistakes.

It was… quiet now, without Bill's deafening voice and his own screaming in his ears. Just him and his thoughts, the latter of which were so deafening that he would not be surprised if they had somehow crossed into physical reality.

...As well as, he realized slowly and dimly and with more than a little confusion, the sound of expert tapdancing.

The sound of expert tapdancing, coming from… approximately two feet behind him?

Ford turned around. After a brief moment of quiet confusion, he looked down.

The dancing figure - short, squat, and inexplicably clad in a sailor suit - let out a terrified squeal.

#gf #gravity falls #my fic #atns #stanford pines #bill cipher #a thousand natural shocks

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