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angelicamerlinbarnes · 3 years

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Severus Snape being an awesome teacher and human being

Au Volant - Elsa & Emilie

He makes sure to let students work on their own when they brew Amortentia. They only have to pass in a list of things they smell and he draws little smiley faces on them because he knows a lot of kids are very insecure about their feelings. (Once a kid passed in a list that just said, I’m sorry Professor but it doesn’t smell like anything, and on their paper Severus drew an ace and aro flag and a time for the student to be at Mcgonogall’s office that weekend for tea, along with a smiley face and an O grade.) (The student was Newt.) (Hailee’s just read, People are gross and if I fall in love with one I want you to kill me, to which Severus responded, Valid, and drew her a picture of a turtle.)

He makes fake batches of Felix Felicis and gives one to every student secretly before their O.W.L.s and N.E.W.T.s so they feel extra confident going into the test but aren’t actually cheating.

He knows his area is Potions, but he teaches defense spells to students who come after class or report bullying anonymously. Severus Snape does not fucking stand for bullying in his classroom or outside of it. If you dare to pick on one of his students, he will burn you so hard with his mere words that you will wish you were dead. Do not fuck with Severus Snape’s kids.

On parent-teacher day, he drinks different batches of Polyjuice Potion to imitate certain students, all of whom hide away in their dorms after drinking a fine batch of invisibility potion. He then follows these select parents around and endures their horrifying, demeaning remarks about their “failure of a child” so his students don’t have to. He makes sure to give these students glowing praises to their parents when it’s his turn to offer feedback (after making up an excuse to go to the bathroom as the student), and takes mental notes of the parents’ most prominent criticisms so he can be sure to compliment those parts of his students during their next assignments (and also just because).

He brews sleeping potions for students he knows stay up all night studying and sometimes slips it into their drinks if they refuse to take it willingly. He then gives them back their (usually almost flawless) tests with the note that if they want a full O they need to sleep more.

He invites kids he knows don’t have many friends to have dinner and lunch and breakfast in his classroom whenever they’d like. He tries to make friends with some of them too, hoping to make their lives a little less lonely than his was.

He keeps an eye out for abusive home situations. He does his best to come up with excuses for those unfortunate students to stay at Hogwarts over breaks or to visit often over the summer. He tries to find them friends that will help them the way James helped Sirius and Regulus, and speaks to Mcgonogall about opening a home for these kids on campus. He does his best to be the parent he knows these kids don’t have, and is open about his own horrid past in hopes of getting some of them to fess up so he can help them better than he can without hearing it explicitly from their mouths.

He uses his Pensieve to collect happy memories of and for his students to reflect on when they need to and they sit in the corner of his classroom. (Among them are his wedding day to James and Lily, the day Harry was born, a couple playdates with the other Marauder children, Sirius and Remus’ wedding day, studying with Remus, pranking James with Sirius, Sirius and James asleep cuddled together with Remus on the couch in ugly Christmas sweaters, his son and many nieces and nephews playing dress-up, reading with Hermione and exploring with Luna and Newt, dancing with Draco (he likes to dance but was always ashamed to do it at the Malfoys), going on long drives with Regulus, the Blacks’ funeral (Regulus and Sirius performed a very gay stripper dance on top of their graves, it was beautiful), and many, many more.) Sometimes he can see his saddest students watching them and smiling, and their sad eyes twinkling make him smile.

He brings in a box of small kittens, puppies, and bunnies one day and lets them wander around the classroom. Some kids start crying because they haven’t felt this loved in years. After an incident with a bad potion and a rainbow puppy, he stops bringing them all out during class, but they’re there on the weekends and whenever a student needs to hug one (or borrow one, much to Mcgonogall’s chagrin).

He works to break down House biases and help students develop inter-House relationships and friendships. He wants every student to be proud of their House and not to treat anyone differently because of theirs. He creates (with Dumbledore, Sirius, and Regulus’ help) an annual House Pride, in which every student dresses up in their House colors and has their nails and skin painted and everyone is smiling and laughing and waving flags with their House emblems in the air. Even the teachers get in on it.

He stresses the importance of friendships, communication, and choices. He urges students not to make his mistakes by treating their friends well, talking about their feelings even if they’re ugly, and making the right choices in life for you and your loved ones, even if those choices are hard. He invites Lily in to talk about this too sometimes.

He sends out his Patronus every night to wander around the school. Often it comes back to him with nothing, but sometimes he can hear a student crying through it. He’ll instruct his doe to sit with the student until he gets there, and then he’ll walk around the castle, pretending to “accidentally” happen upon the crying student. He’ll sit with them until they’ve calmed down and listen if they want to talk and then take them to their dorm, bidding them goodnight and get well soon.

He gives students hugs when they want them. He didn’t want to originally, but Harry would greet him every class with a hug, and then one day Draco came in crying and attached himself to Severus like a sloth, so he patted him on the back and continued to hug him. Not long after, Hermione couldn’t figure out a potion and burst into tears out of frustration, turning and burying herself in his chest. After Luna wrapped her stick arms around his neck for no reason, Severus just accepted his fate and let his students hug him.

A lot of first years get scared in the hallways, since the staircases move and everywhere is incredibly crowded and they are oh so very small. Severus will often hold the hand of the most anxious ones for the first few weeks and walk them to class. Eventually they become more confident with the castle and themselves and stop needing it, but the occasional sixth year will slip their hand into his just because sometimes.

He walks around campus with students sometimes. He can tell when they’re nervous or sad or angry and he takes them on walks around the outskirts of campus and lets them vent. He also teaches them how to throw curses at the Whomping Willow just because (it’s for Remus but nobody’s gonna say it out loud).

He teaches students how to walk dramatically (as he should). He puts on student drag shows in the Great Hall with James’ help (who always kisses him way too enthusiastically because of it) and Dumbledore’s permission (so long as he gets to be the finale). The students work with Sirius on their drag looks and Sirius and Remus both join in the drag show for the opening act. Sirius’ job is to design and create the students’ looks while Remus tells them they look pretty and tames their stage fright. Severus just sits in the audience smirking while Lily screams in delight. (Regulus also shrieks with excitement eventually, though he does usually spend the first half trying to look disinterested.) (Peter’s job is to get the cookies and sweets (and underage alcohol).)

He turns into his snake Animagus form sometimes without warning when his students aren’t looking and just slithers around the classroom scaring the crap out of people. His favorite students are the ones brave enough to pet him. Harry and Newt are the only ones brave enough (and allowed) to wind him around their shoulders. Severus and Harry sometimes have conversations in Parseltongue.

He invents spells to help with dyslexia and other learning disabilities in his spare time. When he’s done with that he plans to try looking into some cures to mental illness. He’s thinking possibly a potion that treats PTSD by replacing traumatic memories with pictures of puppies, unicorns, bunnies, cats, and parrots. What do you think?

He tries hard to come up with solutions and modifications to his lessons for students with ADHD. He often talks to James about what the best steps to take are because James has ADHD. (So does Sirius, but his insecurities are bad enough that he won’t talk about it with anyone but Remus and James.)

He plays the violin sometimes during tests and uses Sonorus to make it echo throughout the classroom. Occasionally he cancels class and just plays until most of his students fall asleep. Those who want to work on extra work can, but he tries to keep their stress and general teenage angst to a minimum. (Though he encourages the emo phase.)

One of the first things he does after the Prank is get to work on a lycanthropy solution for Remus. After a couple years he invents the wolfsbane potion, but it doesn’t quite do the trick. Eventually he manages to figure out the cure, and when Remus finds out he cries so hard he can’t breathe right for days. (Sirius also cries. So does James. And Peter. And Lily and Regulus and Mcgonogall. Seriously, everyone cried and everyone hugged him and Severus tried to get away by transforming into his snake form but toddler Harry just grabbed him and refused to let go, so that didn’t work.) (He also helps Remus become a wolf Animagus when he asks almost a year later.)

He teaches certain kids Occlumency and Legilimency after school. It’s strictly for kids he knows come from abusive homes, whether they’re open about it or not, so they can tell when it’s going to be a bad night and get away or protect themselves. He teaches Occlumency for those who need to hide things from their parents (like Sirius and Regulus used to) and Legilimency to all, just in case. He focuses on stealth and untraceable versions of the craft to earn the kids as much time and protection as he can.

He figures out how to remove the Dark Mark from his own arm after the war. The next person he calls is Regulus, whose he also removes. He writes down the entire process and when the war starts up again, he keeps an eye out for students suddenly wearing long sleeves. He speaks with those he does find and helps them to make the right choice and join the right side of the war, starting with removing that horrid tattoo. (Draco bawls uncontrollably when Severus removes his.)

When they do the lesson on Veritaserum, he’s extra careful to make sure students don’t test it, especially on themselves or their friends. It, along with Amortentia, is the most guarded potion in his stash. The only times he uses it is when a student from an abusive home is too scared to tell him what’s going on, in which case he finds them somewhere private, asks them if they’d be okay with it and if so which teacher they want to be there to ask the questions (usually Remus, Sirius, or himself), and then administers the potion and leaves or begins to ask yes or no questions. It’s helped a lot of kids escape their families.

He tries to ease trepidations about himself early in the school year, since he’s aware he can be intimidating and the rampant stories regarding his time under Voldemort (though entirely as a spy) do not help. His friendships with Remus and Sirius often serve to alleviate students’ fears though, as they tend to tell embarrassing stories about him from their own Hogwarts days that make him seem more human (and make him want to strangle them, but that’s neither here nor there).

Every year, he works with Remus and Lily to arrange Muggleborn Pride. It’s an incredibly popular event with tons of Muggle inventions and artifacts floating through the air over students’ heads. At any time they can reach up and pull one down to study it. Many students dress as their favorite Muggle icons and characters. Because of this, Muggleborn students are more comfortable being who they are than ever before. (Some have even reclaimed the word Mudblood by setting up mud pits during their Pride.) (They also have more Slytherin Muggleborns now than any other time in recorded history.)

He tells Regulus’ story to every class of students, to teach them what true bravery is and how love and family, even if not blood, can change the course of history. Regulus survived his encounter with the Horcruxes and worked to destroy them and eventually Voldemort, but now lives away from the public eye in a secluded part of Muggle London. He and Severus are friends and visit often, and Regulus will occasionally come back to Hogwarts to say hello to his brother and mum (Remus), but for the most part he keeps his life intensely private. He allows his family to tell his story because he wants other kids to know they are not alone and that there is a way out, and that you are not a bad person for things you did in your childhood. Severus does his best to do it justice.

He has incredibly loud arguments with Dumbledore until he finally agrees to implement sex ed as a mandatory class at Hogwarts. Severus works with the other Marauders on the curriculum and they try to include multiple angles and identities in their lesson plan. At first they try to trust Remus with it, but Remus doesn’t go anywhere without Sirius who is less than tactful and Remus himself has some deadpan sarcasm and a lack of shame to rival James Potter’s, so. They try Lily. She can’t stop giggling. Finally they beg Regulus to come back and teach it. He’s surprisingly… perfect for the job. (He steals parenting books from Amir, that’s his secret.)

When James visits, everything becomes chaos for a bit. While he mostly hangs out with Sirius and Remus and causes trouble with them, he certainly seems to enjoy sitting in the back of Severus’ classroom and bothering him during lessons. The only way to get him to leave is to turn into a snake and wind himself around his shoulders, which makes James shriek and sputter and run away (James has always had an irrational fear of snakes; odd that he married one then, innit?). But when James isn’t causing chaos, he’s following Severus around adoringly and grabbing at his hand, whispering jokes in his ear and kissing his cheek. Despite all of the times he’s a pain in the ass, there are always these little moments that remind Severus why he fell in love with him in the first place (entirely unwillingly and with much stubborn pride on both ends, but, well. It is what it is and they got here eventually, so that’s all that matters).

When Lily visits, everything is calm. She reigns all of the Marauders in and forces them to have picnics under the tree where they all used to do homework. She often holds Severus’ hand and dances with him there, turning his insides to useless goo. She’s always full of laughter and fairy bells, and though she makes every student question their priorities and life decisions, she’s a favorite of them all. Not a day goes by that someone doesn’t pull him aside and say, “You’re a lucky, lucky man.” (Or, in James’ case: “Fuck, love, how’d we bloody manage that?” (Severus just shrugs. It’s not like he knows.))

He helps kids with autism feel more like they belong. He also works to educate non-autistic students how to better socialize and respect those who are, and takes extra care to dispel myths about autism and its causes, effects, and characteristics. Lily helps when she can.

Above all, Severus tries to give his students the education he never had. Anything he can provide for them he will. He’s been given a second chance and by Merlin is he going to bloody use it.

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crybabyjam · 3 years

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ship: todochako

rating: g

length: 3k

summary: Todoroki picks up hitch-hiker!Uraraka.

c/w parental death (past), joking about murder

deleted from twitter, written for a former friend

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The sun beats down heavy as Ochako tightens the straps of her backpack. In it was three changes of clothes, some stale bread, her dead phone.

It was only mid-morning but already she was sweating her absolute ass off.

She runs her fingers through her choppy hair, uneven on one edge because she hadn't had a mirror when she'd taken a rusty pair of scissors to them. Now she wishes she'd just shaved it all off, if only to save herself from a sweaty, overheated neck now.

Her parents had loved it when she'd had long hair.

Ochako remembers how her mom would wash the long strands for her every weekend, even when Ochako huffed and puffed and said she could do it herself.

Her mom always took the time to wash it gently, and condition with something sweet smelling— "Because a sweet girl like you deserves sweet hair, too."

And how her dad would braid it every time she visited, even when Ochako would have to undo it the next day. He would take his strong, worker's hands and lift each length of hair carefully so that he didn't tug on her tender scalp.

Now that they were gone, Ochako didn't see the point in keeping her hair long. It just slowed her down. It just made her /sad/.

She sighs, and steps out of the way when a car plows through a puddle right beside her.

Her legs get soaked, but it isn't anything worse than the day prior, when a truck had soaked her from head to toe.

Ochako just sighs and brushes the muddy water droplets from her already dirty legs.

It's a good thing she was out of socks, or else she'd have to start worrying about her shoes molding at this point.

She's just begun kicking her shoe off, to finish the rest of the trek up to the next city barefoot, when a car pulls up to a stop beside her.

"Are you alright?" A low voice asks, to her left. Ochako startles and twists on her heel.

She almost ignores it, because cars like that didn't stop for hitch-hikers like her.

But the car follows her a few more feet as she slows to a stop.

When she looks over her shoulder, confused, the man in the car tilts his head at her and nods.

"Are you alright?" He repeats. "I saw you get wet."

"Ah!" Ochako yells, and then lowers her voice. Geez, where are your manners, Uraraka? "I'm fine! Sorry."

The man blinks, and Ochako belatedly notices that he has the most stunning, grey eyes. Like darkened silver.

"Why should you be sorry?" He asks with a frown.

And then, he shakes his head.

"Do you need a ride? It's dangerous to get in a stranger's car, but you shouldn't walk around barefoot. Glass would hurt." He pauses, and then adds. "Probably less than murder, but I promise not to murder you."

Ochako is speechless.

But not speechless enough not to /laugh/ at the absurdity of the stranger.

She feels it bubble up in her chest like boiling water, and it floats out of her ugly, like when a pot spills the water and burns on the stove burner.

The man just watches, silent, as she wipes tears from her eye and keeps on laughing. He just leans against the steering wheel and waits patiently, face completely deadpan.

He's /serious/, and that just makes it funnier.

She gasps for breath as she leans against his car, one shoe falling to the pavement and skipping beneath the undercarriage, shit.

Ochako's laugh starts up again as she drops to her knees to retrieve it.

When she comes back up, knees blackened by sidewalk dust, and hands darkened by asphalt, the man is smiling. Just barely.

"I guess murder /would/ hurt more than stepping on glass." She agrees. "Depending on the type of murder."

He murmurs the words underneath his breath, eyebrows furrowing.

"You're right," he says, troubled.

She leans into the rolled down window, arms crossing to hide the ripped hem of t-shirt.

"You sure you /promise/ not to murder me? I kind of need my life."

Well. All things considering, it was pretty much all she had left. She couldn't exactly afford the house after her parents died. They hadn't been able to finish the down payments, and none of them (including Ochako) had enough savings to keep her afloat.

So, hitch-hiking. Walking to nowhere and hoping for more.

A few miles in an air-conditioned car was more than what she had, so she'll take it.

The man turns serious, though. The smile wipes off of his face— not replaced with a frown, but replaced with another deadpan look. He nods his head, making eye-contact the entire time, and says,

"I promise not to murder you."

Well.

He promised, at least. Ochako still had a little bit of mace in her pocket, if she needed it.

So she gets in the car.

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His name is Todoroki Shouto and he has an open duffle bag of yen, two pillows with embroidered pillowcases, a shattered phone, and a half-full photo album in his backseat.

Ochako stares at the photo album instead of the other three things, because she definitely does not want to get murdered, thank you very much.

He was a cute baby. Two-toned hair from birth, and big eyes that only had one expression: wide. Ochako traces her ragged thumb nail across one of the pictures, where he's covered in cake frosting at his second birthday, and accidentally creases the polaroid image.

She hurriedly flips the page.

"Are you hungry?"

"I'm fine," Ochako mumbles, ignoring her tummy which immediately begins to grumble in argument. She flips another page to muffle the noise, and comes across more empty pockets than full ones.

From the way there's the edge of one polaroid still caught in one of the slots, Ochako assumes that they used to be just as full as the rest.

She flips to the back, and a roll of film flops into her lap.

"Do you even still have a camera for this?" Ochako asks, holding the strange, almost novel-looking thing up to the waxing light of the returning sun. Then she brings it back down to the shadows in case that might ruin the film inside, oops.

"At home," Todoroki says, low. Her shoes are in his lap, because he wanted her to have more room to look at the photo album. Ochako had tried to just place them on the floor of the car, but he looked so earnest in his offer that she hadn't been able to say no without feeling bad.

Besides, she had a feeling he was pretty harmless. Weird, but who wasn't?

"Oh, are you moving or something?" Ochako asks, and then immediately grimaces at the invasion of privacy. "I mean… 'cause of the stuff in your backseat."

"Moving…" Todoroki repeats, focusing on the road. They're driving slow enough that almost everyone passes by them, but Ochako got pretty motion-sick so she appreciated it.

Todoroki leans back in his seat, both hands at the very apex of the steering wheel. It's outlined in a leather cover and is so shiny that it almost looks metallic. Expensive as fuck, probably.

Everything about him looked pretty expensive, actually. The car was brand new, from this year. Still had the new smell and everything.

Ochako was actually pretty glad he insisted on the shoe-thing, if only to prevent mud stains.

Although his pants /did/ look pretty designer. Ah, fuck.

"Yes," Todoroki says, after the long moments of silence. "I'm moving."

"Oh! That's… fun. That's fun!" Ochako nods.

Todoroki turns them off of the road, and pulls into a parking spot. Ochako blinks past the raindrops on her side of the window, and squints out at the illuminated signs.

A restaurant. Ah, /fuck/. Ochako pats her shorts for her wallet, as if she could even /pretend/ it had money in it. All it had was her ID (almost expired) and a coupon for leg waxing.

"Do you want to come in with me?" Todoroki asks, turning to her completely. The seatbelt gets caught, and it does that thingy it does where it locks and gets tighter until you take it all the way off. He doesn't seem to mind.

Ochako smiles, though even she can feel how strained it is. "Ah, I'm fine. I should probably go actually, but thank you for the ride. The rain should stop soon, so…"

"Oh."

Todoroki frowns, glancing at the arm rest between them. He's engaged the parking brake even though they aren't on an incline, and Ochako's smile relaxes to something more real.

"It was really nice to meet you," she says. "I'd give you my phone number but I kinda didn't pay the bill." (Since, uh, last year, but he didn't need to know that.)

"It was nice to meet you too," Todoroki says. "I can buy you food."

"Oh," Ochako parrots, dumbly. Her eyes dart to the yen-bag and she hurries to shake her head. "I couldn't—"

"I don't mind. It's my dad's money— and he hates me. And I hate him, so." Todoroki finally takes off his too-tight seatbelt and it rattles noisily as it smacks against the car door.

"I…"

Ochako isn't sure how to approach /that/ particular landmine. Nor is she sure how she's supposed to resist free food. When had she last eaten. Two days ago, or something? She'd kinda been ignoring it, but the walking helped.

Now that she's technically resting, she can feel her tummy about to throw a conniption.

Todoroki blinks his wide eyes at her as he waits, not making a move. His blinks are slow, like a cat, and his eyes flicker back and forth between her own.

She sighs heavily, but a grin is already parting her lips. "You're a strange one, Todoroki."

"Am I?"

"I don't have any money, so you have to pay for all of it," she warns.

"I will."

"And I eat a lot! I haven't eaten in a while."

"Okay."

"And… and I want my shoes back."

Todoroki hands her the shoes. There's mud residue on his pants and the bottom of his shirt.

But he has a small smile on his face as he watches her struggle to put her shoes on in the closed space, so maybe it was alright.

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Shouto watches as Uraraka stuffs two donut holes in her mouth, licking away the powdered sugar that paints across her lips. It looks like snow when it dusts down to her shorts, and smears chalky residue on her thighs.

He hands her a napkin, and she blushes pretty like a sunset paints ocean water pink when it sets at night.

"Sorry for the mess," she says quietly.

"It's okay. Is it good?"

"It's good!" She wiggles in her seat, and it reminds Shouto of a really happy hamster. "Do you want some?"

She's very beautiful. Her hair is cut in a way he's never really seen before, but it frames her face nicely. He likes it more than his almost-bowl cut. Some of her hair tickles across her shoulder, but she ignores it as she holds a donut hole out to him with a toothpick.

She keeps holding it as he bites down on the warm, cooked dough. He'd never really been fed by someone before. Well, as a baby— sure. But he had a feeling this was different. Was it different?

Shouto chews thoughtfully, and Uraraka smiles at him. She doesn't seem to mind feeding him. She stabs another one with the same toothpick and holds it out for him again, one hand underneath to catch the crumbs.

"Yummy, right? Thanks for buying them! I'll…" She flinches, interrupting herself. Her smile dims a little, like she'd lost power. "I'd offer to pay you back but, uh… ahaha, you know?"

Shouto /doesn't/ know, but he nods anyway. "I can buy you more," he says, soft. "You can take them with you. When you leave."

She uses the toothpick to prod and poke at the remaining few donut holes. They roll in the leftover powdered sugar at the bottom of the box.

"I'll be alright. But thank you." Her eyes get watery at the bottom lashes, and Shouto frowns. "You've been really kind."

When she laughs next, it's thick like she's close to sobbing. Her voice is shaky. Shouto doesn't like it- liked it much better when she was laughing /happily/ instead.

"Thanks for not murdering me," she adds. "This is probably the most fun I've had in a while."

"You can stay. I can drive you anywhere you want."

"Oh!" Uraraka jumps in her seat, as if he'd yelled it. He hadn't really spoken any louder than before, but he clears his throat and speaks even softer anyway.

"We just met, but I can take you anywhere you need to go. And I have enough money for the both of us. I really enjoy your company."

They're pulled off at an empty lot near a supermarket. Somewhere off in the distance is a park. The children there are loud, voices echoing in the evening ambiance.

Uraraka looks out towards the noise, but he can see her swallow heavily.

"That's kind of dangerous, isn't it? We just met."

She says it like how she says other things that are meant to be teasing. He nods anyway.

"It is. You can drive, if that makes you feel better. Or you can sit in the backseat. I would have bought a bigger car if I knew I would meet you today."

She laughs again, starting with a snort and ending with a giggle. It makes his heart beat faster in his chest, and he isn't sure if he's nervous or happy to hear it.

"What if /I'm/ the murderer?" Uraraka stabs one of the donut holes and brings it up to her mouth. She smiles at him when he frowns, and then smiles wider when he shrugs.

"If it happens, it happens."

"/Todoroki/." She slaps her palm against her forehead and sinks down in her seat. "That's the most dangerous mindset I've ever heard."

"I'm sorry?" He glances down at her the further she sinks, but she doesn't seem particularly angry. It looks like she's fighting, but on the inside. "It's not that dangerous."

"It's pretty dangerous."

She brushes her legs clean. Sits up straight and looks out the window again. Her breath fans out across the glass, fogging it.

He rolls the window down for her, and she does that snorting laugh again.

"You're a funny guy, Todoroki."

"Am I?"

"You are." Uraraka shifts in her seat, to pull her legs cross-crossed. There's one donut hole left in the box, and she rolls it around a few more times before she pokes it with that same toothpick and shoves it in her mouth.

As she chews, she glares at him. Almost like she can't see him and needs glasses. He leans in closer so that she can find what she's looking for.

"You're funny in both ways. Weird… but you make me laugh."

She closes up the box, fitting the toothpick between her teeth so that she can absently chew on it.

"So you're… 'moving'," she says, finally. "- and I don't have a home anymore. Where would we even go?"

Shouto glances past the parking lot, at the semi-distant street that is starting to pile with traffic after a brief lull. But his eyes inevitably drag back over to her.

Uraraka stares back, cheeks pink. A small smile grows on her face. She runs her fingernail across the edge of the empty donut box. He'd have to figure out a place to recycle it if he could.

There are so many places they could go. Somewhere warm, towards a beach. Or somewhere quiet, with wide hills and short buildings. To a festival. To a shoe store.

"Everywhere?"

"/Everywhere/?" Uraraka shakes her head, exasperated. "What about when we run out of money?"

Shouto shrugs. Uraraka laughs again. Her hand drifts to the middle console, palm up, and Shouto watches it for a while.

Then she leans over to grab his hand. Her fingers are warm, rough at the tips but soft everywhere else. She would look pretty in nail polish. /Prettier/, rather- if it were possible.

He maybe had a crush on her. Was this what love felt like? Soft hands and warm smiles? He liked it.

"I-"

She interrupts by leaning over to press a kiss to his cheek. It's soft, like a feather landing on snow. "Take me everywhere, then. And then I'll give you my answer."

Shouto, dazed, touches his fingers to his cheek. He forgets to stop holding her hand, so hers come along with it. She doesn't seem to mind. "Your answer?"

"On whether or not I'll stay," she says, cheeky. "So you'd better make it a fun ride."

Shouto squeezes his other hand down on the steering wheel, if only to keep his heartbeat in his veins so that the organ doesn't leap out of his chest and act a fool. He accidentally steps on the gas, and the car revs in protest.

Uraraka laughs again. She tightens her hold on his hand and pulls it back down between them. He squeezes it back.

And when they get back on the road again, fifteen minutes later, Uraraka has gone from laughing to singing loud to the radio and dancing in her seat. She's pure joy.

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It stops raining, and the world feels brighter.

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bang-exo-tan · 7 years

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The Omega’s Secret

Warnings/Tags: Violence, Minor character death, a lil angsty

Chapter 3

“I still don’t get it,” Yomin said for what seemed like the hundredth time.

On the walk home, you had stayed beside Amber with Yomin and Mrs. An straying a little behind. Mrs. An had spent most of the time trying to explain to Yomin what exactly was going on, but with no luck.

“Let me try,” you said as you turned back to them and started walking backwards. You looked at Yomin and smiled as you said, “Chubby Chubby + Omega = lots of babies.”

“Not really,” Mrs. An said but as she turned to Yomin who was nodding her head like she understood, Mrs. An decided to leave it at that.

You turned back around you looked for Amber who had walked a bit ahead of you. She had been abnormally quiet and you picked up your walking pace to catch up to her. “Amber… what’s wrong? Are you okay?” She kept her zoned out expression as she kept walking, so you tapped her shoulder.

“What?! What’s wrong? You okay?” She jumped like she was shot and turned to you with a worried expression on her face.

“Since when did you become a parrot?” you asked, “I just said that. What is wrong with you?”

“Nothing’s wrong really,” she mumbled as she looked down avoiding your gaze, “I’m just worried, that’s all.”

You rounded the corner to you street eyes still fixed on your best friend, “Worried about what – ” you began to ask as you turned to look to your house causing you to gasp in horror. “What did they do to my house?!”

Your house was one of the smallest in the pack. While it was more than enough for your family of four, to the rest of the pack it was tiny. Your mother and father made sure that your house was always welcome to anyone who wanted to enter despite its small size. There was always a friendly “come as you are” aura to your house, but the house you were looking at now was a far cry from how you had left it earlier that morning. The falling dusk accentuated the newly constructed metal bars that lined every window, and the once lit up house inviting all to enter, was replaced with one light in the living room, the lack of light as a sign that visitors were unwelcome.

“Precautions dear, just precautions,” Mrs. An said as she followed you through the gate to your house. She tried to reassure you by placing a hand on your shoulder, but you didn’t feel safe or reassured at all.

“We’re going to go home now,” you heard Yomin say from outside the gate, and you turned to see her following behind Amber who was already leaving.

As you walked in the house, you were relieved to see that – while it was abnormally dark – the loving atmosphere of the house had not changed at all. There were still pictures of your family, crafts that you and your mother had made, and gaudy flower lamps in the exact same places that they had been left.

You felt a warmth envelope you and you had to hold your breath because you knew that if you didn’t, tears would start pouring. “Sweetheart, I was so worried. I missed you,” your mother said as she kissed your forehead and squeezed tighter around you.

The hug was interrupted however with your father clearing his throat. “Ladies, why don’t we talk in the kitchen,” your father said as he turned to you and shook his head. You understood that ‘ladies’ did not include you and before you could protest, you felt yourself being pulled out of your mother’s embrace and up the stairs.

“Jungkook, what’s up with you?” you asked as you were pulled into one of the two extra bedrooms of the house that had been converted into a ‘hang out room’ for you and your brother.

Your brother let go of your hand as he pushed you inside and shut the door behind him. “Why didn’t you tell me it was today?”

You walked over and plopped down on the sectional couch, the same couch that – because your little brother had insisted go in the room – you had bartered for an hour with a very angry old lady. “Why didn’t I tell my little brother about it? Because it’s embarrassing and you would have tried to tag along!”

“Of course I would have come!” Jungkook huffed as he paced the floor, no doubt getting static from his socks sliding across the (absolutely atrocious) white faux fur rug in the middle of the floor. Another insistence of your little brother ‘because it’s cuddly and fluffy’. “What is that?!” He glared and pointed at you and as you followed his finger and his line of sight you realized that with the position you had landed on the couch, your shirt had ridden up and shown a dark purple bruise on your back.

You quickly pulled your shirt down and tried to avoid the subject, but as you looked up you knew he wasn’t going to let it go. “Fine,” you decided that because you didn’t tell him about the status ceremony, you should at least tell him the truth about the incident with the man earlier. Besides, you needed to talk to someone about it anyways and Jungkook was the person you trusted the most. “Okay, I got lost, I asked a guy for help, and he grabbed my chin and wouldn’t let me move. I growled at him and he let go and pushed me against a door. The doorknob hit me in the back. That’s it.”

“See! I should have gone with you!” Jungkook yelled as he plopped down beside you on the couch.

“Just because I’m an omega now doesn’t mean I need protecting,” you turned on the couch cushion until and sat cross-legged as you were facing his side. He was pouting and you remembered his face after you had blown out the candles on his birthday cake when you were ten because he was giving you the same face as back then. “Jungkook, you wouldn’t have been able to go back there with me anyways. Besides… I threatened to make him a eunuch if he touched me again.”

“You told him that?” he asked and you replied with a nod, “That’s my big sister!”

He turned and wrapped his arms around you in a hug accidentally pressing his hands into your bruise. You squealed in pain and he quickly released you. “Sorry, it’s a little sore,” you explained.

He laid himself across the couch and placed his head in your lap, something he had always done, and of all the people telling you ‘it’s going to be okay’ and giving you hugs, this is the action that comforted you the most.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you,” you whispered but your reply was just the soft snoring coming from your little brother, “you must have been really worried. It’s my job to worry about you, not the other way around… I’m sorry.”

With Jungkook asleep you tried to listen in to what your parents and Mrs. An was saying, but your father – knowing how good your hearing was – made sure to whisper. So, all you heard was mumbling from downstairs. With no conversation to listen to, the stress of the day’s events, and Jungkook’s head on your lap, it didn’t take you long to follow Jungkook and fall asleep.

* * * *

If finding out you were an omega was stressful, classes with Mrs. An were even worse. Even though it was winter break, you couldn’t rest at all. Every weekday morning for two weeks you woke up at 8 am and stayed in class with Mrs. An until 4pm, then Amber, or Yomin walked you home because of the advances of strangers that smelled you as you walked by. In class, you learned about being a ‘quintessential omega’. Everything from controlling pheromones, to body changes (which had already started to occur), and… going into heats.

You could control your pheromones pretty well. Mrs. An said that your pheromones had gotten to a point where you only smelled like a normal omega. The body changes were a little weird though. You noticed that you could run faster, you had more stamina, and you seemed to be physically stronger except for your tendency to get sick often, that hadn’t changed. The weird thing though was that your breasts had grown about 2 cup sizes, which were already slightly large due to the fact that you were chubby (which also hadn’t changed). ‘To accommodate for children’ Mrs. An had told you, and you understood, but it was still weird. You had asked Mrs. An if your wolf would change as well because your wolf was more like a puppy than an actual wolf. Sadly, the answer had been no and she explained to you that when you had found someone to have children with, you would have to give birth without shifting… fun stuff.

The last day of class you had learned about going into heats, and you had wished earlier that morning you had poked your eyes out with something.

“Why did there have to be visuals about it?!” you ranted to Amber as you walked around the fresh air market in town. “I mean, I understand what happens. I don’t need a visual play-by-play!”

“Was it that bad?” Amber asked as she grabbed your arm and pulled you to the side. You weren’t paying attention to where you were going and almost ran into a cart of apples.

“Sorry sir,” you said as you bowed to the cart’s owner who replied with only a smile and an outstretched apple, which you took with an ‘oh, thank you’. “Yes it was that bad,” you ranted as you put the apple in your canvas bag. “I’m actually pretty worried about it…”

“Oh that reminds me!” Amber said as she pulled out a pill bottle from her pocket. “Yixing told me to give this to you.”

“Yixing~? Your doctor boyfriend~?” you asked as you wiggled your eyebrows up and down.

“He’s not my boyfriend,” she puffed quickly but the growing blush on her cheeks gave her away.

“Uh-huh, sure,” you giggled as you poked her cheek, “you just keep telling yourself that.”

“Oh shut up!” She said as she grabbed your hand and slammed the pill bottle in your hands.

“4 please… What is it?” you asked as you placed it in your canvas bag along with the sweet potatoes you had just bought from a cute little old lady.

“They’re supplements mixed with suppressants.” She said as she turned back to look at something. “You take them and it keeps your vitamins up, while keeping your pheromones in check.” She said looking back again. “Yixing says that if you take them and control your pheromones, you’ll have no smell at all.”

“Oh really?! I’ll take one now!” You said as reached back in your bag and pulled the red pill out. You popped it in your mouth and suprisingly, you could swallow it easily. You noticed that Amber had been staring behind you so you quickly turned to find what she was looking at. “What’s back there?”

“Miyeon, run home.” Amber said as she turned to look at you.

“No,” you replied, “I have them showing up at my house. Waiting outside of wherever I am. I’m not going to let them force me to run to my home and hide. Besides, I’m chubby. I don’t look good running.”

“You know I’ve been thinking,” Amber said as she started to walk closer to your side, “Why don’t you listen? You’re an omega right? Aren’t you supposed to listen and be submissive and stuff?”

“Mrs. An said something about that. She says I don’t obey because of the ‘quintessential’ thing.” You said as you put some hair that was blowing in your face behind your ear. “Like because I’m such a strong omega, it’s like a protection thing. So I don’t do what everyone tells me to do, because it’s dangerous.”

“I think you’re just stubborn,” Amber giggled and you joined in.

“I agree,” you said as you felt a hand on your shoulder. You turned around to see a man with yellow eyes gripping your shoulder. “Can I help you sir?”

“You smell delicious,” the man growled and tightened his grip on your shoulder.

“Sir, you’re hurting me…” you said as politely as you could but you were beginning to get angry which was only egged on by the soft, low growling of Amber beside you.

The man was about to say something when you suddenly saw him get pulled up and thrown into a vegetable cart. The man who threw the other stood in front of him blocking your sight and even with a side view of your ‘savior’ you knew who it was. With black and white peppered hair, and a tight dress shirt with blood on the front, you could tell that it was the horrible man Mrs. An called ‘Kang’.

“Boss?” the first man said as he climbed out of the crumbled vegetable cart.

“Wanna see a fat chick run?!” You yelled as you grabbed Amber and started dragging her.

“Who was that and why did he have blood on his shirt?!” Amber yelled as she picked up the pace and started dragging you instead.

“I don’t know, just run!” You yelled as you heard footsteps behind you. You heard a gush of wind and all of the sudden you felt a burning sensation on your back and it was like the air was knocked out of you.

“Get in the house!” Amber yelled as she pushed you through the door of a house you didn’t recognize and you collapsed on the floor. You started to wheeze as you tried to get your breath but it was useless. The pain in your back made it impossible to get air in your lungs. “Oh my God, blood… Yixing!”

“Why are you yelling in my house – I’m taking her to the back, make sure the door is locked.” You heard a man say in a panic as you felt your body easily lift into the air.

“Hey! Who do you think you are?!” You yelled between gasps of air as you were quickly placed stomach down on a bed supposedly in the back of the strange house, and your shirt was lifted up.

“I’m a doctor, you’ve been slashed.” He explained as he ran to the other side of the room. The room around you was white and it seemed semi-sterile. There was one bed – the one you had been placed on – and a couple of rolling chairs, and at the back of the room there were see through cabinets filled with first aid products and medicines.

“OUCH!” You screamed as you felt something cold and stinging fall on your back.

“Just breathe. This will stop the bleeding.” He said as he grabbed your hand and you squeezed it tight. “Don’t worry. I’m Amber’s friend. I’ll take care of you.”

After a couple of minutes a familiar scent filled your nose, Amber’s scent. You heard Amber’s heart beat quicken, “Yixing, is it bad?” she asked.

You held your breath as you felt the cold compress lift off your back, afraid that the pain would cause you to scream. Even though you didn’t know what was going on, you didn’t want Amber to worry. “I’m fine Amber,” you said trying to reassure her.

“She actually is fine,” Yixing said as he touched your back, “it wasn’t that deep. But you need to be careful and not strain yourself.”

You leaned up on the bed and looked at the man Yixing. Amber had described him to you a couple of times – with hearts in her eyes you might add – but and all of it had been totally on point. He had kind eyes, dark hair, and he had a toned (but not overly so) body.

“What happened?” Yixing said as he pulled up Amber’s arms and looked her over to make sure that she hadn’t been hurt as well. The blush on her face was undeniable and when you started to giggle, she huffed and stuck her tongue out at you.

“There was this guy in bloody clothes and he saved Miyeon from a guy who was hitting on her.” Amber said.

“Kang.” you interrupted as you pulled your shirt back down over your back.

“What?” Yixing asked as he turned to look at you.

“The guy in the bloody clothes. His name is Kang. We don’t get along.” You explained as you stood up and walked over to the sink that was constructed into the medicine cabinets.

“Is that why you ran away from him?” Amber asked as she came to stand beside you.

“Well… yeah,” you explained as you pooled some running water in your hands and took a sip. “We met at my ‘status-ing’ and we… let’s just say we didn’t hit it off.”

“Is that why he tried to scratch you?” Amber asked as she lifted herself to sit on top of the counter.

“I guess so. The only time I saw him, he tried to grab me and I pretty much told him I’d rip off his manhood if he tried anything else again.” You turned around and leaned your back against the counter.

“I think he was trying to grab her more than actually hurt her. The wound is like a grab, not an actual attempt at harm. But it’s from wolf claws so he must have shifted when he went after you.” Yixing said as he stood in the doorway.

“So he wasn’t trying to hurt me?” You were surprised, because you were sure with your first meeting that if the older man had a chance, he would love to see you suffer and die.

“Did you say his name was Kang?” Yixing asked again with a puzzled look, “Are you sure his name is Kang?”

“Yes,” you replied shortly returning his puzzled look with one of your own.

“You girls stay here. I’m going to go see what I can find out,” Yixing said as he headed out the door.

“Wait,” Amber said as she jumped off of the counter and followed behind him. But she quickly returned as she couldn’t catch him before he left. You laid down in the bed with Amber for about two hours until you heard a door open and you nudged Amber awake.

“I think he’s back,” you whispered and before you could say anything else, she was practically running out the door.

As Amber headed out of the room you started to snoop in the cabinets, hoping to find more of the supplement/suppressants Amber had given you before when you were in the market. You easily found a 100 count bottle in the second drawer on the right and you listened into what Amber and Yixing were saying.

“The chairman and Mrs. An? What about them?” Amber asked.

“They’re… they are dead,” Yixing explained.

“…how?” Amber replied.

“No one is saying it, but everyone thinks Kang killed them,” Yixing began. “Especially since he’s taken over now. He’s made it known that he intends to take Miyeon.”

“Take her?!” Amber yelled.

“He wants to take her as his mate. Force her. Because she’s the ‘quintessential’.” Yixing explained.

“Do you think they’ll go looking for her?” Amber asked.

“They’ll probably go to her house first,” Yixing replied.

With that, you snuck out the back door of the house and ran home, not even stopping when you heard Amber yelling for you. If the man could kill Mrs. An, and that kind old man, he wouldn’t even blink at hurting your family to find out where you were. You reached your house at no time at all and thankfully there was no one in front of the house yet. You quickly ran through the door, making sure that it was locked behind you.

“Mom, Dad!” you yelled as you walked through the house, “Jungkook! I’m home!”

It was abnormally silent in the house until you heard whispering coming from the kitchen, “What do we tell her?” one voice asked, “Mom, we can’t tell her anything,” another voice replied.

“Can’t tell me what Jungkook?” you asked as you burst open the kitchen door. You were tired of people trying to hide things from you like you were a child or a precious flower of some-sort. You were shocked and angered at what you saw when you entered the kitchen. Your mother was at the sink wetting a washcloth, your father was on the side of the kitchen counter with a first aid kit and bandages on his face, and your brother was sitting in the middle, on the kitchen counter. He had bruises on his face and there were scratches littering his arms and legs. “What happened?!”

“It’s nothing. I fell that’s all,” Jungkook said as he tried to hide his legs under the basketball shorts he was wearing.

“Nothing. Nothing?! Your shorts are all torn up! Tell me the truth right now!” You had an idea of what had occurred, but you just wanted to hear from your brother’s mouth what had actually happened to him.

“There were guys sitting outside the house who jumped him,” your father explained earning him a death glare from Jungkook. “Your brother and I fought them off for now.”

“I’m going to kill them!” You stormed out of the kitchen but before you got to the front door, you could feel Jungkook’s arms wrap around you.

“Please, don’t go! I’m fine! We’ll be fine, just stay,” Jungkook begged knowing that you couldn’t say no when he pleaded with you.

You went back into the kitchen with Jungkook and explained what you had heard, from the chairman and Mrs. An’s death to what Kang had intended (you decided to leave out the part about the scratch on your back).

“We need to figure out something,” you father said as he paced back and forth through the kitchen.

“We’ll talk about it tomorrow,” your mother said as she placed a firm hand on your father. “Stop pacing, it’s getting on my nerves. Whatever we do, we’ll figure it out tomorrow. The kids need to rest.”

“Come on, let’s go,” Jungkook said as he stood up from the seat he had claimed at the end of the kitchen bar.

“I’ll be there in a second,” you said as Jungkook made his exit. You ran into your mother’s arms and gave her a tight squeeze.

“Oh?” she whispered as she returned your hug.

“I love you, mom,” you whispered trying not to cry.

“I love you too sweetie,” she whispered as she kissed your forehead.

You walked over to your dad whose arms were already opened and welcoming. As you felt his arms wrap around you, you could feel how weak he was from defending Jungkook in the fight. “I’m sorry Daddy,” you choked, “I’m so sorry.”

“You’re my baby girl, and I’ll give my life for you. You know that right?” He said as he put his hands on either side of your face.

“I know,” you whispered as you kissed him on the cheek.

You left the kitchen and headed up to your room. When you opened the door, Jungkook was laying down on your bed playing with one of the stuffed animals he had won you at a fair when you were 17. “Jungkook?”

“Can I sleep with you tonight?” He asked as he turned toward you.

“Sure,” you said as you grabbed your pajamas and went to the bathroom to change. You came back and crawled into bed, Jungkook feeling your presence snuggled into you.

Jungkook had made it a habit of crawling in your bed to sleep with you when he had a bad day, or he when he was sick or hurt. You didn’t mind though, because the warmth in your bed was a comfort.

“Does it hurt?” Jungkook asked as he opened his eyes and looked at you. “I could smell the blood. Does it hurt?”

“No it doesn’t. Does yours hurt?” you asked with tears in your eyes.

“Not really,” he replied as he closed his eyes again.

Soon he had fallen asleep and you slipped out of bed replacing your body with a pillow he quickly snuggled into. You changed into normal clothes, and re-packed your canvas bag with your medicines, a first aid kit, some clothes and a pair of shoes, your sweet potatoes, and a lighter. You came back to your room to see Jungkook fast asleep with your stuffed animal and pillow between his arms which probably amounted to the same size you were.

“Jungkook,” you whispered as you shook him a little bit, “Jungkook. Can you listen to me for a sec?”

“Hmmm? What?” he mumbled as he opened an eye and looked at you.

“Do you remember that tree we used to run away and play in by the edge of the territory?” you asked as you pet his hair.

“Tree?” he repeated

“Yep,” you replied, “I think someday soon we should visit it on a full moon. I’m sure it’ll be pretty on a full moon.”

“Okay, we’ll go see it soon,” Jungkook said, “But right now I’m sleepy…”

“Go back to sleep then,” you said as you leaned over the bed so that your face was close to his. “I love you my precious little brother.”

“I love you too,” he said as he fell back to sleep.

You pressed a kiss to the top of his head and made your way toward the door. “I’m gonna miss you little guy.” You whispered. To protect your family, you would have to stay as far away from them as possible. To protect Jungkook from getting hurt, to protect your mother from worry, to make sure your father didn’t fulfill his promise of dying for you, you had to leave. So you headed toward the territory border.

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