SCYLLA

Moon Helios

a/n: Omg I’m so excited. So much happened this chapter and my Aleksander’s here. Finally took me long enough 😬. The main series starts now! I would like to remind everyone to look at the trigger warning now. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. Always please enjoy.

꓄ꃅꀤꌗ ꎇꂦꈤ꓄ ꀤꌗ ꎇꀭꍟꋪꀸꍏꈤ

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Series trigger warnings:Child abuse, anxiety, religious trauma, racism, manipulation, division of canon, Alina hate?, trauma, ptsd, bullying, insomnia, self-neglect, mental health issues, guilt tripping, cult theme, blood consumption, cannibalism?? Lost of murder, talks of SA in other characters, S/A, Sexual acts, future smut, predatory behavior(not from Aleks) and all other shadow and bone stuff

Act II : The Fold

Chapter Eight

It was nightfall, the clouds has blocked the moon from view. The letters lay heavy in her lap. There was only one she truely wanted to open. Her lovely Drazan who had never once swayed from her loyalties. The letter on tea stained paper smelt of pine. Opening the letter it read.

     To my beloved amber,

The days grow shorter every day that I am not in your presence. All is well enough here, worry not. I’ve taken charge of the youngling’s classes as you requested. Niko has been helping me a great deal. He misses you, I think he still blames himself for your leaving. Lord Egon is still devastated and unmoved. He refuses to join in any of the celebrations. I suppose he only ever enjoyed them because you did. He runs council adequately enough.

 I fear for him sometimes, the other masters grow more brazen with each passing day. Master Kai has demanded my sister’s hand. Arabella has tried to sway our father but to no real avail. I will soon plead my case to Lord Egon, I know he would act in our favor. Master Kai is relentless in his pursuit of her, my little rose bud. I fear for her sometimes, that I will awake and she will be gone. 

I don’t truly know what to do, it would be easier if you were here. You’d fixed this whole thing and probably kill Kai for us. On a happier note Adam has found himself a bride, she’s quite the gem. They are due to be married in the coming year. You would like her, she rather feisty, and always challenging him. She never wins but it gives us all a good laugh. 

Kheli is all the same, he still teaches the youngling’s dance class. He was always more particular about dance than our blades. He has yet to ask Adara to dance with him. It’s rather pitiful to watch. She is always staring right at him too. It’s amazing how much a coward some can be. How I can be

Nevertheless almost everything is well. I fear you will be called back soon. I know you’re busy in the ravkan army. Why you decided to join will never be understood by the others. I hope Alina and Mal are well. I’m sure you’re all still catching up a ton. How’s Maja? I’m sure she misses the smoked meats I would bring her. I miss you greatly. I’m sure we will see one another soon. 

         With all my Love, your Devoted Helios

                                 Drazan Vlaev

Y/n sighed into the air of the night. She too missed Drazan, he was a rare light in her life. The saint herself must’ve sent him to her. She looked about the camp without a care. All these soldiers knew nothing of her faith.

They all looked down at her, like she was less than them for it. A faith they didn’t understand. Cultist they all whispered as she walked. Like she was a mad for believing in a higher power. They had saints, why couldn’t she have just one. 

The Sol Saint was one of prophecy, they had to believe in a being that didn’t exist yet. All Helios were bound by blood to this saint. No one would deny her faith. She bled, She killed she loved, and she would betray anyone for her saint. Those were the sacrifices of a Helios. 

But deep within her  mind, she pondered . Could she sacrifice Alina? Could she sacrifice Mal? Could she sacrifice all those she cared, dear to her heart? For something she wasn’t even sure it was real. Would she do it? This was the kind of question she should be asking herself. She was a Helios first before anything. Before a sister, before a daughter, before a friend. 

She had earned the title that had been bestowed upon her . 

The Blood Helios, none who ever encountered her had left with their lives. She bathed in their blood by herself. And then offered it upon the altar of her saint. 

She was the Blood Helios, and no one would deny it. 

She stood next to Mal as the Skiff was boarded. Maja sat obediently as her side, her snout raised high in the air. Y/n rolled her soldiers hand off her gun to Mal. She pet the soft curls of Maja’s white fur. With the soft roll of her shoulders the armor poured down her body.

From her neck it came like silver tears, slowly enveloping her body. Mal raised his brow as she took the gun back. He stares in awe along with the others whom had never seen the cultist in her armor. Y/n moved to the front where Natacha stood, the Inferni in charge of this skiff.

“Looking as lovely as always.” Y/n smiled at the dark skinned woman before her.

“You’re not to shabby yourself.” The words were soft. The pair had become akin to friends. They often flirted softly with one another, truly it was all playful banter. Y/n turned her head, Alina was on the skiff. What in the world was she doing her. 

Y/n quickly moved over, her small family was arguing quietly. Maja’s eyes followed Alina and Mall tenderly. 

“Alina get off this fucking Skiff.” Y/n grabbed into the girls arm. Alina smirked triumphantly and moved past her. 

“Tell them you’re too sick to go.” Mal pleaded.

“I’m never that sick.” Alina argued.

“Lie if you have to!” Y/n gripping tightly into Alina.

“And what’s your lie? I’m with you.” Y/n shared a look with Mal. She gently pushed her sister it to his side.

“Mal, fix this.” Y/n then turned around, her blood boiling. She smelt the smirk coming off his sister. How stupid could she been. She could all but feel the vibrations of anger coming off the other cartographers. What has her sister done.

Natacha sent her a small look of concern as Y/n stood back by her side. Y/n’s eyes never left Alina’s. She clicked her tongue, Maja moved to her side. The large wolf sat down and growl at any soldier that got too close to her. Natacha clapped her hands moving forwards, Y/n followed suit. 

“Here’s how it goes. We go into the Fold, it gets dark but we like it dark. That keeps us from drawing attention. That’s how we travel. The only light we use is the blue one at the mast.” Y/n kept her eyes on Alina. She looked so defenseless standing alone.

“It’s weak but safe.” Natacha continued. 

“But you’re an Inferni, right? So why are you here if we’re supposed to keep things dark?” Raisa asked. Y/n rolled her eyes at the stupid question, cartographers were the smartest. 

“For when the dark comes to keep you.” Raisa raised her brow. 

“And what’s about the Cultist?” Y/n turned her gaze to the cartographer leader. 

“For when we cannot defeat dark with fire, we send in someone who will devour the darkness.” Natacha’s voice carried an emblem of anger. The other soldiers turned to her with fear in their eyes. Y/n saw the small smirk that was sent her way. 

Natacha never ceased to amuse her, and to feed into the cultist, rumors that many believed about her.

“Where’s your general? Kirigan?” Mal asked. Y/n blinked a few times at the mention of the Darkling. He could stay in the dark where he bathed. The skiffs sail was released and the  skiff jutted forwards.

“That’s our cue.” Natacha and Y/n moved in sync. Y/n now stood at the front of the skiff and Natacha by the blue light. From above the squaller began to move the skiff towards the fold. 

Natacha sent a small nod towards Y/n, with a smile the Helios moved towards her sister’s side. Y/n stood in front of her as the small ribbon holding her hair back came loose. From the front the sergeant began to speak, but these words did not matter in her mind.

Alina was on a skiff, Mal was in this skiff. The two people she never wanted to see the inside of the fold. The heavy winds blew her hair back, the ribbon followed off. Y/n barely turned her head to look at it. Alina’s scarf had too come off. 

She watched the two pieces of fabric float through the wind. Her eyes followed them till they passed the dock. On the dock a man stood, shrouded in black. He watched the skiff so intently, Y/n knew he couldn’t she see herself staring back at him. 

It didn’t matter, as Alina sough out her armored hand. Y/n clutched it softly as Mal. came to her side.

“I’m pretty sure this the first time I’ve seen you all armored up.” Mal’s words should’ve brought a smile to her face. It didn’t.

“In we go.” Natacha mumbled. Y/n reached to her side, pulling out the small cuff. It was of pure gold and has a sun rested in its middle. She placed it in her forearm. The metal infused with her silver armor, a soft glow embroidered it. 

From her hand a crossbow of light emerged, an arrow already knocked in it. The glow died down quickly as she raised the crossbow. She took in a deep breath and closed her eyes. Alina and Mal were now her top priority. All others could be forsaken. 

The darkness enveloped her body, it as oddly warm to her. It encased her, welcomed her home as it always did. Opening her eyes she listened to the growling of the Volcra that flew around them. She could feel every vibration they caused. Terror coated Alina’s face as she clung onto Y/n. 

As the skiff moved slowly, Y/n watched the darkened sky’s. When the first marker approached she rolled her shoulders. The holy cuff didn’t shine as it did in the sunlight. It was muted now, but no less dangerous.

“Marker one.” Natacha voiced as she passed the two sisters. Alina looked behind her to the Inferni.

“How many more are there?” Y/n opened her mouth to soothe her sister. Not many Y/n would lie.

“Thirty seven.” Natacha said walking away. Y/n sighed softly as she watched Alina’s face drop. Mal looked back at the two sisters. With a nod from Y/n he tore his gaze away. The anger Y/n felt was all the same, Alina should not be there. 

The volcra above screeched and growled as they flew. The rhythmic vibrations of there wings was enough to lull Y/n to sleep. It seemed to push at her eyelids, to force them down. She could never listen to closely to the volcra or she would sleep.

Raisa’s accusatory gaze found Alina’s as they passed a fallen ship. A particularly loud growl frightened the gunman into to ready positions. Y/n remained where she was. She pushed Alina to sit on the floor as she joined the grisha. They moved about the skiff quietly, but no where near as silent as Y/n. 

With all the armor on she was still as silent as snow. Slowly the blue light began to go out. Natacha moved to it quickly, hitting the glass. Y/n quickly moved next to her and opened the lantern. She sprinkled in a soft blue powder from a small pouch at her side. She blowed softly on it, the blue flame caught once more. 

Natacha and Y/n shared a calm look for a few seconds till the sound of a lighter interrupted the peace. Y/n whipped around to see one of the soldiers holding a lit lantern. A tremble seemed to be through the air. 

“Blow it out! What are you doing?” Natacha whispered, there was a tremor in her. From behind the boy came growling. Horrible, gut wrenching growling. From behind the boy a Volcra rose to its full height. Y/n shot out the golden arrow from her bow quickly. 

The Volcra screeched and flew away with a limp. It was all too late though. Another Volcra swarmed down, grabbing the boy. It bit down onto his leg and flew off no matter how many arrows she shot. The lantern fell down, its fire quickly emerging across the wooden boards.

From all around the Volcra growled. Y/n looked back at Alina, she was crouching next to the fire. Y/n stood in front of her sister, crossbow knocked with another arrow. Like the demons they were the Volcra swept through the skiff. The squaller moving the skiff was gone next. 

Y/n began to fire automatically, each golden arrow erupted in sunlight when piercing the flesh of the Volcra. They reappeared after every shot fire. Raisa was gone next, the Volcra having taking a bite of her shoulder. The blood drips onto her face as the Volcra carried her away. Y/n dropped down, shielding Alina as the side broke down in flames.

Y/n stood back up her hands going back to her cross bow. She fired each arrow as a body fell next to her. Alina’s vibrations were quivering as she shrunk away from the man’s still moving corpse. Y/n coughed as smoke rose up. Her helmet slowly infused into her neck.

Y/n pulled the thing off, she needed to be able to see Alina. Her eyes drifted for a seconds to Mal. A Volcra swept over him dangerously close. Y/n shot out an arrow. It wasn’t fast enough. Mal ducked before the Volcra could grab him. The crossbow disappears in a buff of gold as she reached down. 

She pulled the twin daggers from her side, lodging them into a Volcra that swept too close to her. They cried out in pain as she raised her hand, the daggers flying back to their master. This was a suicide mission and Y/n knew it. Not many would survive this. 

Y/n looked down at Alina for a seconds. She knelt down and handed her sister a dagger.

It was a subtle plead.

“Don’t move.” She commanded as she moved away. She couldn’t let all these people die, it would be a shame to her abilities if she couldn’t save them. Her dangers flew from her hands and came back. It was like a dance as she moved quickly around the skiff, killing any Volcra in her path.

Maja barked wildly, attacking all the Volcra in sight. The ones that got to close to her and Alina that was. Her teeth were coated in black. 

“Come at me! Come at me you cowards!” Natacha screamed as a Volcra took her by the shoulder. Y/n threw herself forward towards the Volcra. Her dagger flew into its neck as she tore its head from its body. It’s blackened blood sprayed all over her as she caught Natacha in her arms.

She was breathing hoarsely, there was a hold in her neck. Y/n pushed her hands into the large wound on her shoulder. Tears flooded her eyes, this wasn’t happening. Natacha had always been kind to her. Didn’t care for her extreme faith. 

“No no no no no no! NO! Don’t close your eyes!” Y/n held her friends tore body as she died. Her blue kefta was destroyed as she laid down her body. This wasn’t supposed to happen, not to them. Y/n stood up and her daggers formed into large swords. They sliced the Volcra clean in half before two grisha.

Y/n heard screaming, Mal’s screams. She turned around, sweat and blood dripping down her face. She threw herself forward quickly. Blood seemed to envelope her vision as she stabbed into the flying demon. Mal’s body dropped down as Y/n pieced its wings. The stupid animal dropped down, its blood all over her. Y/n coughed as the blood dripped into her mouth. 

She crawl desperately over to Mal, who was held by Alina. She hadn’t protected them like she promised. She failed them. She gripped into Mal’s other hands as the chaos continued around them. She could feel his vibrations, they weren’t as strong as normal. 

She failed.

Tears covered his face as she whispered his name, “Mal?” Maja whined softly and licked the side of his face. 

The fire flickered around, its lights illuminating her face. The two sisters clung into him as nothing else seemed to exist. Her mouth tasted of iron and rot. She could help but sob as she held him. Her family, her small family was about to be smaller.

His vibrations echoed in her ears as she sniffled. Alina cried at her side as they held him. They two refused to let go of him. Her armor fell she clung to him, his skin to buzz. She felt a ringing in her ears, like a twinkle. 

“I’ll meet you two at the meadow.” His words froze her sobs as he spoke. She couldn’t let such a thing happen. She cried softly as she felt wind blow around her. Alina was pulled up, a volcra’s claws around her waist. No……

Y/n still clutching Mal’s hand threw herself up. Her bare hand caught into Alina’s, fear and panic all over her face. It was warm, as she clung into her family her body became warm. A light began to grow out of her body and she clung to them. 

Light exploded from her body, the overwhelming sensation grew as another source of light grew with her. It surrounded around the skiff, throwing the shadows back from the world. Then her world was blank.

Everything was foggy, her vision, her hearing her mind. She could feel every vibration around them. The heavy hands around her, as her legs laid limp. They dragged her to gods know where. She was bleeding, somewhere in her body she was bleeding. Probably her leg, it felt like it was on fire.

Where was Alina. 

Where was her sister…..

Well her saint she supposed. She watched it happen, her sister could summon light. Alina has saved them all. What was left of them she guessed. 

She could hear the loud and quickly movement of the guards, the healer that ran next to them.

“Mal…. Lina…..Maja….” She coughed as she felt a bone boop back into place. 

“Careful! Are going to hurt her dragging g her like that!” The healers voice was timid but loud. The men dragged her didn’t listen as she moved. Her ears rung, she could feel the blood dripping down her ears. Her armor was covered in a thick layer of blood.

Maja barked loudly as she followed. The men tried to kick at her. Y/n jerked away ready to kill them for trying to hurt her wolf. Maja growls as she followed them. Her fur was covered in black. Y/n knew how much she hates to be messy. She would give her sweet girl a nice hot bath once this was over. 

She opened her eyes to a fuzzy worlds. Grisha moved out of her way, dread coating their faces. She must’ve looked like animal, wounded and bloody. Her hair fell, covering her face. 

“Where is she?” The healer squeaked at the sound of her voice, rough and dangerous. The young healer and blinked a few times as she held her hands together.

“Behind us,” She paused looking at the man dragged Y/n. “Stop dragging her like that! You’re going to break her arm.” They did not listen as the healer followed them. The black tent was moved aside and she was forced in. Her knees hit the ground, her armor clanking. She coughed for a seconds and took in a breath.

She focused herself, listening to the vibrations of the world. A hush has fallen over the tent. It opened once more and she felt Alina. Her eyes jumped open as she felt her sister pull away from the guards. Alina’s trembling hands wound around her shoulder. The cold bits of armor touching her sister’s skin.

Y/n hugged her sister tightly, her hand resting atop her head. Alina smelt of smoke, not the normal scent. Her legs and body was weak. But she smiled at Alina as the girl pulled back. 

“Bring them closer.” Her eyes snapped to the voice before her. He stood, back to them as guards grabbed into the girls. Her elbow forced its way to a guards face when her tried to grab Alina. She stood on her shaking legs, hiding her sister behind her.

She took a small step for them, Alina clung to Y/n. Her smaller frame hidden behind the grime covered armor of her sister. Y/n would not let this man anywhere near her sister. Her…. Her saint. 

Slowly the man turned, her eyes went blank. It was him. The Darkling, The black general, the shadow summoner. He was the man who plagued her dreams. His dark eyes were the ones that she would think about. 

Alina grabbed onto Y/n’s hand, her armor now covered her once more. Y/n glare at him, piecing into those dark eyes like she never had.  If only looks could kill. 

“Closer.” His words were like honey to her ears. All she could feel now was him. His vibrations were steady, like an unmoving mountain with the force to shake the earth. Y/n would not submit and move closer.

She remained right where she stood. A pillar of strength and might. A Helios ready to slaughter any in her path. Alina gently nudged her, obviously afraid of reprisals. Y/n took a small step, Alina followed behind.

“Well?” He asked. The glare did not leave her face. She studied him, he was perfect. At every angle he was perfect. Just like in every dream he was perfect. He was taller than her, like in her dreams.

“Well what?…” After a few seconds Alina timidly added, “Sir.” 

She hated the way Alina sounded so afraid. The way she hide behind the strength that her sister held. Her hand trembled still.

“What are you? His gaze wasn’t on Alina. They two stared deeply into the other. Y/n’s e/c eyes refused to break away. His dark origins watched her every move. Like a hawk he stared at Y/n.

“Alina Starkov, Assistant Cartographer, Royal Corps of Surveyors.” Alina trembled. She didn’t speak, she didn’t owe the Darkling the luxury of her name. His eyes didn’t leave hers. He just waited in silence for her name. Glaring at him she relented.

“Y/n Starkov, Private Commander, Royal Corps of Combat, Blood Helios of the First Army” His lips perked up at the sound of her voice. She didn’t like that at all. 

“They’re all gone.” Alina mumbled.

“It’s our fault. That’s why we’re here ain’t it?” She whispered clinging into Y/n’s hand. The Darkling raised his hand suddenly. 

“Answer the question.” Why was he speaking like that. Why was he staring at her. They way he spoke, moving like he was trying to coax a frightened doe towards himself. Is that what he thought her? A scared doe? And not the blood thirsty beast. Maja growled as the Darkling slowly leaded against the table behind him. 

“What are you?” Y/n felt Alina flicker, she was confused.

“A mapmaker, sir.”

“A Helios.” They laughed. A growl came from Maja and Y/n in sync. They dared to laugh int here faces. Where was the honor in this grisha.

“Quiet.” They all went silent. Maja too quiet down and sat by her side. He hadn’t even raised his voice an ounce. He made Maja just sit down by her side. No one had even done such a thing to her wolf.

The Darkling stared at her, his eyes trailing down her. He tore his eyes away looking around the tent. 

“So who actually saw what happened?” There was a hush over the crowd. His eyes turned to the dirty Suli girl at there side. She was one of the grisha whom she decapitated the Volcra in front of.

“Zoya? You manned the main sail.” His voice was a bit more harsh now. A twinkle of anger was on his face.

“We were attacked barely two markers in.” Zoya swallowed and continued. “Someone lit a lantern.” His eyes trailed back to Y/n’s. 

“And?” 

“The Volcra went after the ruffle man and our Inferni first, the Cultist tired to kill most of them but-

“Cultist?” He asked. She moved her eyes to Zoya, they seemed to darken. Y/n had saved her life. Ungrateful fucking girl. Cultist they still called her. After she saved them they would still call her cultist. 

Zoya frozen back a little upon the question. She looked back at Y/n and the Darkling seemed to make the connection.

“The armored one was killing the Volcra.” Zoya restated. She couldn’t even be bothered to call her what she was. Helios, was it that hard to remember. The Darkling nodded in her direction, his eyes never leaving Y/n.

“And then there was a searing light, one white and other a more silver color.” Zoya finished.

“It was them.” The other voice rang out. Y/n glare at the man who spoke. Alina hid further behind Y/n.

“Our Helios and mapmaker.” He tilted his head.

“Is this true? Can you both summon light?” Alina shook her head in shocked. The Darkling followed her motion mocking her. He mocked her sister. Her saint! The fear that radiated off Alina was enough to make Y/n want to kill this Darkling. 

“Where did you grow up?” Y/n wasn’t sure how to answer. For her first twelve years it was in Keramzin, but after that it was in the sanctuary. She wouldn’t tell him where her home was. She didn’t need to.

“Keramzin.” Alina muttered, The Darkling’s eyes remained on her own. Like he expected a different answer. He would get none. 

“And when were you tested.” Never, that was only answer. They hadn’t been properly tested. The scars on their hands were proof enough.

“You don’t remember?” He asked. She pushed Alina further behind her body as the Darkling moved towards them.

“Well let us just make certain.” Every step he took was a personal attack. He removed his ring and pushed a small claw like blade from it. She felt Alina quiver in her grip. Her heart sank to the bottom pits of death as she took a step back.

“Lift up your sleeve,” He paused looking at her. “Remove your armor.” He stood right above her. She didn’t think, the dagger manifested before she could stop herself. It pressed into his stomach as she clutched it. 

“Move closer, and I will gut your intestines out and shove them down your throat.” A collective gasp rang through the tent. The oprichniki took a step towards her, the threat that she was. He simply waved them off, like fussing children.

“Why do they call you cultist?” He softly asked, the faintest of smirks on his face. She twisted the blade in her grip. 

“Because I have killed and will kill for my faith.” He hummed once. Her heart began to beat loudly in her ears. Its intensity changed, beating harder with every pulse. She choked in her breath as the dagger hit the floor. 

She stood there as she felt her body begin to shift. Her gaze tired to the other grisha, the ones in red kefta’s. One of them had his hands together, he was messing with her. It wasn’t enough to shake her though. She coughed softly as she took long slow breathes.

Another soon joined him, then another, and another till all the Heartrender’s stood firm. Her body sank to the ground as she fought the effects. Blood dripped down her nose, mouth and ears. She coughed as she tried to force her way back up. 

The Darkling took small steps around her. His eyes never leaving her fighting crumpled form. She watched in horror as he grabbed onto her sister, her Alina. Maja growled and barked loudly, piercing through all their ears. However the wolf refused to leave Y/n’s side as she tried to fight.

The room began to buzz as she hands shook. The vibrations of every living thing amplified. The heartrender’s hands began to shake as the dark room began to shift. Slowly she lifted her body, fighting there manipulations of her body with her own. 

The first grisha who stood to stop her glare, his harsh eyes trying to force her back down. It was too late now, her armor had deflected most of the others. Her vibrations only grew as others covered their ears. 

The moment she stood up right a wave of light hit her. She body froze as she watched. From the small cut came a blaze of light. It was the sun ten fold. Her mind was blank. Alina really was her saint. The very saint she was supposed to protect with her life. 

She fell to one knee in shock as the lights slowly faded away. Alina’s eyes drifted over to Y/n’s so fearful of what she was. The two sisters didn’t have words. What words could they express.

Alina was her saint. The being she’d been worshiping since childhood. A saint that was prophesied to come. No one knew when, it was an old tale. 

Y/n had killed for her, in the name of her sister. Her saint that she never knew about. How could she now know. Before the globes, before she left she held Alina. Held her hand, her body so many times. 

The two were always cut up, maybe that was why. She couldn’t move as the oprichniki grabbed into her. She watched for a few fleeting seconds as they dragged her sister away. 

Her body flew up trying to follow. A right hand gripped into her arm. She looked back and there he was. The Darkling. Her natural enemy. What was she to do now. She pulled away, she wiped at the blood. 

“Where are you taking her!” He tilted his head. 

“What are you.” Again with such a stupid question. 

“Where is she going?” He stared down at her, marveled at what we before him. She blinked a few times, unsure. 

“Let your armor fall.” Scoffed out loud, her eyes rolling back. She would sooner die, she would sooner kill every single person in the tent than let him any closer. Maja barked loudly, he sighed once. 

The same heartrender from before held his hands up. Whining Maja slowly laid down, her eyes fluttering. She felt his arm tightly around her. She jerked away, trying to reach her wolf. 

“Stop it! What are you doing! STOP IT!” She yelled. He just looked at her, like a predator would its prey. He has no idea she was the apex in this situation. His gaze was so strange as she jerked her arm. 

“Lower your armor.” She didn’t stop, he froze for a moment then added a gentle, “Please.”

She sighed as the armor slowly rang back up her body. Her uniform was tattered and blood seeped through the pants. Her pulled her closer, his grip around her sleeve. She could smell him, it was intoxicating. She looked up at him, her mask breaking for a moment.

She was afraid, angrily she was afraid. What kind of soldier was she to be afraid of her enemy. That was how wars were so often lost. His hand gently grabbed her broken sleeve pulling it up. 

His bare hand went to regrab her. She shock for a few seconds, terror engulfed her. It was like the water was forcing its way down her lungs once more. Her secret was about to be exposed to her enemy. Her breath left her body in pieces.

“Please… don’t.” She’d never begged before. His eye softened as his bare fingers brushed against her flesh. They just stared for a while. Something inside her changed, like a small switch was flipped. His grip became more prominent and there it was. Shadows erupted from him, casting themselves all over. 

And then without so much as a prick she was glowing. Her body was warm as silver began to spread out of her body. It was like a ragged inferno that only grew. Around them the shadows mixed with her silver, twisting and braiding together. 

Gasps came from all those in the tent, it was like eating the formation of a star. She didn’t move, didn’t breathe as it all stopped. A real smile came onto his lips as she stood horrified. 

Blasphemy…. That was what her life now was. She was blasphemous. 

“A moon summoner…” He paused and then there was a softer voice. “And an amplifier.”

She was ruined now, nothing would save her now. 

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Moon Helios

a/n if children fighting isn’t your jam READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. You get a sneak peak of Aleksander in this chapter. The font bellow is Shu Han. Enjoy.

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Series trigger warnings:Child abuse, anxiety, religious trauma, racism, manipulation, division of canon, Alina hate?, trauma, ptsd, bullying, insomnia, self-neglect, mental health issues, guilt tripping, cult theme, blood consumption, cannibalism?? Lost of murder, talks of SA in other characters, Sexual acts, future smut, predatory behavior(not from Aleks) and all other shadow and bone stuff

Act l : Where’s my epic background music

Chapter Three

Y/n stood with her arms crossed and Isla leaning into her shoulder. Niko stood a bit away with some of his friends. Ever since the burning, Niko had left the pair alone for the most part. As Aratha, another Helios master began to instruct them but Y/n payed no mind.

There was a strange humming in her ears. A soft ringing. Y/n moved her head around hoping the sound would be pounder in another direction.

“Starkov, you’re up!” Aratha called. Y/n’s head shot up in confusion. Niko’s vibrations grew closer and Y/n grippedd into Isla. 

“Go, I’ll watch her.” Niko mumbled while holding his arms for Isla. Y/n glares up at him for a moment then sighs. She undos there ribbon and gently guide Isla to Niko. Y/n reached up and grasped the collar of his shirt. 

“Hurt her and I’ll break-“

“Break my jaw? We’ve done this dance before. Go.” 

Y/n signed and squeezed Isla’s hand once more. Then she walked over to Aratha, her body felt strange. Like there was something prickling at the surface. 

“ӄɛɮɮɛռ ready!” Aratha yelled. Her opponent, Hrvatin a friend of Niko’s nodded. Y/n nodded slowly still unsure of what was happening. 

I really need to pay attention more.

“Fight!” Aratha’s voice echoed through the arena. Hrvatin charged at Y/n and she quickly ducked. Hrvatin threw punch after punch and Y/n would sway out of the way.

“What are we meant to be doing!” Y/n yelled as she tumbled away. The other trainees watched anf cheered them on. Hrvatin was being sloppy, his attacks weren’t defined or had any really action behind them.

Niko and Isla face palmed at her inability to pay attention. Isla would feel Y/n’s vibrations everywhere as she moved around.

“PUSH HIM OUT OF THE ARENA!” Niko managed to yell over the crowds. His friends froze when they realized that Niko had helped Y/n. They all shared a look and looked in Niko’s direction.

Other Helios masters began to watched from a balcony above. Egon watched with fondness in his eyes. While Hrvatin’s movements were messy, unfocused and slow Y/n remained opposite. Y/n was fluid and sensitive towards his vibrations.

Kanos glared down at Y/n as she continued. Y/n landed a hard blow on Hrvatin’s stomach. Hrvatin lurched backward and almost out of the arena. Kanos let out an annoyed groan and moved over to Egon.

“Fancy a wager Egon?” Kanos questioned and jabbed Egon’s side. Egon shot Kanos a glance and sighed. 

“If Y/n can bet three other trainees, I’ll give you the shadow armor.” Kanos offered. All the master stifled at the mention of the armor. Egon froze as he watched Y/n. The cheering had grown.

For years Egon had attempted to get the shadow armor from Kanos. No matter what he’d offer it was always no. The shadow armor was legend made real. 

Instead of the normal golden armor Helios’s wore the shadow armor was pure black with its welded steel parts being silver. The shadow armor allowed different abilities than the normal armor. 

Y/n was doing well, well enough that she could win. Egon turned to Kanos with a smile.

“And if Y/n cannot?” Egon asked. Kanos rolled his eyes in hopes Egon wouldn’t realize he hadn’t asked for anything.

“I want the holy cuff.” Kanos said. Egon’s eyes flared and then there was a thud. The masters looked over at Y/n stood victorious. She panted and left the arena. Egon watched as she walked over to Isla and Niko.

She tied the blue ribbon and grabbed Isla away from Niko. Niko remained at the girls side instead of leaving. Egon smirked, he could see the small bond forming between the group. Even if Y/n was still hostile.

“Very well, pick her opponents.” Egon said as he turned to Kanos. A few matches went by and another master spoke up.

“May I suggest you use Kheli, he’s rather strong.” Grhitha spoke up from where she stood. The other shot her confused looks. 

“What is it you think you’ll get out of throwing your child in the mix?” Kanos asked softly. Grhitha shrugged and went to the balcony.

“I want to see how well he fairs against the legendary Y/n Starkov.” She muttered. It was no secret that Egon dotted on Y/n. After all she was his linholmerre. His child. Along with Isla. Y/n and Isla were trained by Egon himself at times.

Egon was the Lord of Helios after all. His linholmerre needed to be the best. Kanos had once been considered for Lord of Helios. Egon and Kanos had trained under the old lord of Helios.

Kanos wanted the holy cuff. It could mean worn under there armor and it would merge into it. The cuff gave access the different kinds of weapons and an advantage over the enemy.

“Kheli Vemra, Zan Ostrowski, and Adam Peev please enter the arena!” Kanos yelled from above. 

Y/n furrowed her brows and looked up at Niko. Zan and Adam were his friends. Kheli was a Suli boy, strong build and tall for his  age. Kheli was still a bit faithful to the Saints instead of just the Sol Saint. 

Isla nudged Y/n’s side and pointed her hands upwards. Both Niko and Y/n looked to the direction of the balcony. Y/n’s sight kicked in and through her mind she watched Egon. 

“Y/n Starkov enter the arena!” Kanos yelled from above. Y/n froze in her spot. She’s already fought, why was she being sent in again. Y/n slowly left there side and entered the arena again. 

Kheli helped Y/n step into the arena. His hand gently grasped hers and he left power in his bones. Kheli let go of her hand end stood at one end of the arena. Zan and Adam shared a glance and stood at the other sides. 

Y/n remained in the middle of the arena, and she looked up. Egon gave her a small smile and nodded his head. Aratha furrowed her brows up at her fellow Helios but one look from Egon made her sigh. 

“ӄɛɮɮɛռ ready!” Aratha yelled. Y/n tried and asks a question but the cheers of the crowd stopped her. 

“FIGHT!” With Aratha’s words the three boys charged at Y/n. She screamed in surprise and dropped to the ground. She tumbled away and Zan attempted to hit her.

She blocked his attacks and wrapped her arm around his waist threw him to the ground. Zan ground and Adam pushed Y/n over. She yelped and rolled backwards. 

Kheli jumped into the air and prepared a punch. Y/n barely dodged and her and Kheli ended up fighting. As she fought he threw boy the Helios masters watched from above.

Grhitha smiled at Kheli, he was doing well. Even when the fight wasn’t fair Kheli fought honorably. The pair battled each other, ignoring the cheered of the crowds. When Kheli would attack Y/n would counter. 

Kheli struggled to hold himself back, anytime his skin would touch Y/n’s he would have a burst of power. Y/n punched his stomach and Kheli lurked backwards. He groaned and soaked his hands together.

Y/n panted and she could feel Zan about to charge at her. A hard fist collided with Y/n’s face and then she felt herself begin thrown in the air. Her body hit the sand of the arena roughly and her body bounced then slammed back down. 

Y/n saw stars for a moment and a loud ringing in her ears. Kheli gasped in shock at what he’d down. The world seems to buzz around her and Egon gripped the edge of the balcony. 

Looks like Kheli is a squaller 

Y/n landed on the ground as her ears rung. Memories flashed through her head as she gasped on the ground. 

Alina, Y/n, and Mal all laid in the meadow field as they hid from grisha testers

Blood covered flowers 

A white stag standing in a snow covered forest

A pair of piercings eyes so dark they looked black peering down at her

Black armor covering her as a strange light admitted from her hands

Rage bubbled under the surface of Y/n’s skin. Again and again she’d been thrown to the ground. Again, and again had they tried to cause her demise. Time and time again she’d bled for them. She’d bled for her Saint time and time again. Every time she’d see the finish line, Kanos would move it. He would challenge her, force her to the ground. Not this time.

Y/n forced herself off the ground. The smell and taste of iron invaded her senses. Blood dripped down her nose and she stood on shaky legs. Y/n coughed and spit out blood onto the sand of the arena. She whipped the blood from her nose and it splattered on the sand.

Kheli’s jaw dropped as Y/n pulled herself up. For a moment he thought his eyes had returned as his sight kicked in. Y/n stood blood drip from her nose, mouth and ears. Her hair was pulled down and flowed freely. 

Zan charged at her and Y/n grabbed his throat before he could get close. His body slammed into the ground and Y/n slammed her fist into Zan’s face over and over. 

Adam rushed over and grabbed around her waits and pushed slammed her into the ground. She threw her head up smashing Adam’s nose. Adam grabbed around Y/n’s neck and felt a surge of power. Fire admitted from his free hand and he gasped. As he was distracted Y/n kicked his crotch. He screamed in pain and doubled over. 

Y/n stood and kicked him over and over till Zan tackled her. Her body soaked against the ground for what seemed to be the hundredth time. The pair rolled over into the sand  and Zan placed his hand over Y/n’s mouth. She bite down into his flesh and ripped. Zan screamed and jumped off her. 

Y/n grabbed Zan by the back of his shirt and kicked him out of the arena. She spit out the chunk of flesh she’d bit off. Zan’s hand shook in pain as he stood from the ground. Adam slowly stood and attempted at attack again but Y/n flipped him onto his back. She kicked him out of the arena. 

Y/n turned to Kheli no defeat in sight. Kheli could only stare in awe at the sight before him. She looked like a Saint. There was a shimmer to her skin that glistened with all the blood. Her knuckles were bloody and bruised, from above them the Helios’s froze. 

As she walked towards him Kheli would swore he could see her eyes. No the cloudy white but a piercing e/c that shot shivers through him. Y/n placed a hand on his shoulder and lightly pushed him out of the arena. 

The cheers stopped for a moment as Y/n panted victorious. Egon sighed in relief as Y/n panted. He would keep the holy cuff and would gain the shadow armor. Kanos sighed in defeat and glared down at both Zan and Adam.

How could they let such a small girl over power them. In his mind he knew how she’d done it. Her rage had fueled her in ever way. Something deep within her had made it so angry. It was as though the Sol Saint had cursed her with such a fire. A fire he’d yet to extinguish. 

Y/n grew dizzy, her body began to sway. Isla felt Y/n’s vibrations begin to shift and buzz. Isla moved away from Niko and moved up the the stairs to the arena. Niko raced behind Isla and called out to her. Egon leaned over the railing as she watched Y/n go deathly pale. 

Isla dove forward as Y/n collapsed toward the ground, Niko gently grasped onto Y/n as her eyes went into the back of her skull. Egon jumped down from the balcony and quickly ran to the trio. Niko laid Y/n down while Isla shook her gently. 

Egon ran to Y/n and picked her up, Grhitha jumped down as well. Her hands clasped together and her movements became fluid. Y/n’s wounds began to heal quickly as Grhitha used her grisha healing abilities on her. 

Images flash through Y/n’s head as her body shook. Spit bubbled and poured out of Y/n’s mouth as she ceased. Her body flared around and Egon turned her on her side. 

𝓨/𝓷 𝔀𝓪𝓽𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓭 𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓮𝓵𝓯 𝓲𝓷 𝓪 𝓼𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝓬𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓭 𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓽, 𝓪 𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓭 𝓸𝓯 𝓭𝓮𝓮𝓻 𝓼𝓾𝓻𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓪𝓻𝓮𝓪. 𝓐 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓰 𝓪𝓹𝓹𝓻𝓸𝓪𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓭 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓨/𝓷 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓭 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓾𝓹. 𝓑𝓮𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓼𝓱𝓮 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭 𝓽𝓸𝓾𝓬𝓱 𝓲𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓲𝓶𝓪𝓰𝓮 𝓯𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓭 𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓸 𝓫𝓵𝓪𝓬𝓴.

𝓨/𝓷 𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓸𝓭 𝓲𝓷 𝓯𝓻𝓸𝓷𝓽 𝓸𝓯 𝓪 𝓶𝓪𝓷 𝓼𝓱𝓮’𝓭 𝓷𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓼𝓮𝓮𝓷 𝓫𝓮𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓮. 𝓗𝓮 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓽𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓮𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓷 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓱𝓪𝓭 𝓼𝓾𝓬𝓱 𝓭𝓪𝓻𝓴 𝓮𝔂𝓮𝓼 𝓼𝓱𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓼𝓱𝓮’𝓭 𝓰𝓮𝓽 𝓵𝓸𝓼𝓽 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓶. 𝓗𝓮 𝓼𝓹𝓸𝓴𝓮 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝓼𝓱𝓮 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭𝓷’𝓽 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻 𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓭𝓼

𝓗𝓮 𝓰𝓻𝓲𝓹𝓹𝓮𝓭 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓶 𝓽𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽𝓵𝔂 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓨/𝓷 𝔀𝓪𝓽𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓭 𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓮𝓵𝓯 𝓽𝓻𝔂 𝓽𝓸 𝓳𝓮𝓻𝓴 𝓪𝔀𝓪𝔂 𝓯𝓻𝓸𝓶 𝓱𝓲𝓶. 𝓗𝓲𝓼 𝓰𝓻𝓲𝓹 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓽𝓸𝓸 𝓽𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓱𝓮 𝓹𝓮𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓭 𝓭𝓸𝔀𝓷 𝓪𝓽 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓭𝓪𝓻𝓴 𝓮𝔂𝓮𝓼. 𝓕𝓸𝓻 𝓪 𝓶𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓨/𝓷 𝔀𝓪𝓽𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓶𝓪𝓷 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓮𝔃𝓮. 

𝓗𝓮 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓮𝓭 𝓭𝓸𝔀𝓷 𝓪𝓽 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓼𝓾𝓬𝓱 𝓪 𝓼𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓮 𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓴 𝓲𝓷 𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓮𝔂𝓮𝓼. 𝓨/𝓷 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭𝓷’𝓽 𝓮𝔁𝓹𝓵𝓪𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓹𝓾𝓵𝓵 𝓼𝓱𝓮 𝓯𝓮𝓵𝓽 𝓲𝓷 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓼𝓸𝓾𝓵 𝓽𝓸𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓭𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓶𝓪𝓷. 𝓗𝓮𝓻 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓹𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓸𝓯 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓼𝓽 𝓪𝓼 𝓱𝓮 𝓱𝓮𝓵𝓭 𝓱𝓮𝓻.

𝓗𝓮 𝓹𝓾𝓵𝓵𝓮𝓭 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓬𝓵𝓸𝓼𝓮𝓻 𝓽𝓸 𝓱𝓲𝓶 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓼𝓱𝓮 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭 𝓼𝓶𝓮𝓵𝓵 𝔀𝓱𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓬𝓸𝓵𝓸𝓰𝓷𝓮 𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝔀𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰. 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓶𝓮𝓮𝓵 𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓸𝔁𝓲𝓬𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓨/𝓷 𝓪𝓼 𝓼𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓮𝓭 𝓾𝓹 𝓪𝓽 𝓱𝓲𝓶. 𝓕𝓸𝓻 𝓪 𝓶𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓼𝓱𝓮 𝓯𝓮𝓵𝓽 𝓪𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓾𝓷, 𝓶𝓸𝓸𝓷, 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓼 𝔀𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓼𝓶𝓲𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓭𝓸𝔀𝓷 𝓪𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓹𝓪𝓲𝓻. 𝓐𝓷𝓭 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓶𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓨/𝓷 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭 𝓼𝓮𝓮 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓼𝓮 𝓭𝓪𝓻𝓴 𝓮𝔂𝓮𝓼 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓭𝓮𝓮𝓹 𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓸 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓼𝓸𝓾𝓵.

Y/n shot up in Egon’s lavish bed. She panted and clutched her hand over her heart. Grhitha rushed over to her and tried to coax her back to sleep. Grhitha muttered softly, words Y/n couldn’t hear. Egon rushed into his room and gently took Y/n’s hand. 

“Calm yourself linholmerre.” Egon whispered as he pet Y/n’s hair. Y/n’s eyes dashed all over the place as a headache manifested. Egon gently laid Y/n back down. He whispered sweet nothings in fjerdan into Y/n’s ear as she fell back asleep. 

Her eyes fluttered closed and all she could see was those dark eyes. 

Divider create goes to @astralnymphh

Free my girls 💔💔 they did all of it but Idc

Can someone help me make a master list??? I don’t know how and I hate how unorganized my works are.

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Burn it all 

Camilo madrigal x villain [NAME

The villagers were sobbing, begging for the Madrigals to save them. But you knew, you knew they wouldn’t come. You stood next to your father a numb look on your face. Your father looks at you telepathically telling you to shut them up! 

With a wave of your hand a circle of fire surrounded the villagers. “SHUT UP” you scream. Slowly they all began to quiet down. A cruel smile came on our father’s face. He simply said “Kneel”. When none kneel you grew fearful. You looked to your brother, eyes pleading him not to. 

But he could only give you a look of sympathy. “KNEEL” your brother screams, electricity sparking from his hands. On command everyone kneels. One young girl doesn’t move confused. With that she is struck down with lightning. Her burnt body laying outside the of the circle. You feel a few tears fall down your face as you let out a scream. The little girls mother is sobbing, and her father is glaring at you as you walk to her body. Stopping the fire you look at her burnt body, you feel sick to your core. 

She was just a little girl who was confused. You felt angry at your brother for killing her, did he even care what her name was. You knew her name, her name was Lavender. You just couldn’t hate him. He had no choice. You BOTH had no choice. This was your life, killing, lying, torturing, and more killing. You hate it, because there is no way out. Not even in death. Bending down to her body you place a kiss on her, this makes her body burn. Then turn to ash, a gust of wind carries the ashes away. You get up sending a sad look to your brother, that is the closest thing to a thank you for the wind he would get. 

Your brother has a guilty look on his face. He hates having to kill kids. Hearing rustling behind you turn to see the Madrigals. Isabella’s dress is bloody, and torn. Dolores is on her mother ears bleeding. Pepá has a cloud above her but is otherwise okay. Felix is bruised up, and Luisa is not even there. She was dead before Julieta could heal her. Julieta’s hand is bandage as it was cut off, and has cuts all over her. Mirabel is crying, blood soaking through the dress. Abuela is holding her candle that is almost out. You can’t even look at Antonio. His small form hiding behind Camilo. 

You couldn’t even meet his gaze. It hurt to much, you know what you did was messed up. You pretend to love him to get close to him. But you didn’t know you would fall for Camilo too. By the time you realize it was to late, the plan was set in motion. You tried to stop you father but he knew what you didn’t. Father knew about your powers, but Camilo didn’t. Your father would tell him if you backed out now. This was your job, being the manipulative bitch. But it still hurt. 

“Ahh I see some of you lived to try and save your little village” Your father spat. You and your brother share a sad look that the Madrigals see. A disappointed look comes over Alma’s face. “I will ask you once leave our home. Leave and have her let the villagers go” Alma yelled. A small chuckle came from your lips, she couldn’t, no wouldn’t say your name. I was kinda funny. Your laugh didn’t go unnoticed. 

“How could you! Why did you do this to us! We could have helped you! [NAME] TELL US      WHY!”Mirabel screamed. You just turned around and watched your flames. The way the fire crackled brought you a very small piece of calm. Then you thought about what Mirabel said. Everyone was still quiet, waiting for your response. You had done because it was all you had ever known. All you had ever done was hurt people. You didn’t now what love was, so when Camilo gave it to you, you got scared, but that’s not why you did it. You did it because it was your job, the only thing you had ever known.  

“When I was young I was scared of my everything. And I mean everything. Diego would laugh at how childish I was. One day he played a little prank on me. Do you want to know what he did” you whispered. 

Now concerned Isabella open her mouth but nothing came out. For some reason she understood. This is your way of making yourself feel better about what you had done. That’s why you wouldn’t face them. That’s why you looked at the ring of fire around the villagers. Fearfully Isabella asks “ What did Diego do? [NAME] what did your brothers prank do to you”. 

“He locked me in a shed. Behind the house we lived in. Diego had filled the shed with things I feared. Spiders, snakes, it was dark, and it was a small shed. I began I panic in the shed, crying out for my big brother to let me out. As I cried I let out a scream. Then in my hand was a orb of fire. And for the first time” you paused.

Now everyone was watching you play with your flames. The flames dance in your hand.  Slowly changing into animals. The fire looked beautiful, it looked like moving glass. 

“And for the first time I wasn’t afraid of something. I stoped screaming and watched the fire in my hand. I don’t remember how long I was in the shed, but my father found me eventually. Diego was punished for scaring me. And soon after Diego found out his power” I finished. 

“My father was always there for me, how could I tell him no. So if your father told you that you needed to kill a whole village to protect yourself, you would do it. Right? My whole life I was taught to kill, manipulate, hurt, and torture. It’s all we’ve ever known. This job was no different” you spoke. It was a lie, this job was different. Because you fell in love, you felt love for the first time. Camilo’s scream caught you off guard. 

“WHAT! What do you mean this job was no different. Was it all a lie? Was everything you ever told me a lie?” Camilo screamed, tears streaming down his face. Then, uncertainly, he whispered “Was our love a lie too?”

[NAME] paused. Did she love Camilo? Or was she just trying to make herself feel better? Was she trying to convince herself that she loved Camilo? Was this all just an act for her mission?

Camilo stared at her, all the hope in his eyes diminishing. In his head he loves her, ever if she killed his cousin. The time he shared with [NAME] were the only time he could be himself. With her family he had to be perfect, just like Isabella. Everyone had to be perfect. He wanted to be free with you. He needed her, he needed her to be happy. 

“I don’t know” was all you said. You didn’t now what you wanted. Your father loves you but it was tough love. Camilo’s love was different. It made you hands sweaty, your face flush red, and made you feel warm inside. Camilo’s face dropped a little, and your father was getting mad.

“If you don’t know then there must be something the- THERE IS NOTHING THERE [NAME] DOSENT LOVE YOU” your father finished for Camilo. I wanted to yell at your father for yelling at him. He had no right! Camilo just wanted to be loved by you. Right? You didn’t know. 

“[NAME] this is what we do. You and Diego are evil, and cruel. YOU CANNOT LOVE HIM, you can’t love. You’ve done this a million times, it’s not different from all the others. Ana mlark, James hever, Becca jones, you did this with all of them. CAMILO MADRIGAL is no different. You think you love them but you don’t, you just think you do” your father shrieked. He was right about them. About Ana about James about Becca, but not Camilo. 

“[NAME] don’t do it I love you”

……….

“[NAME] you don’t love him.”

………..

“[NAME]”

………. 

“Yes Diego”

…………

“BURN IT ALL”

……….

Moon Helios

a/n : If the abuse of children for cultish reasons triggers you it’s a heavy theme in this story and in this chapter so please READ AT YOIR OWN RISK. The font bellow is fjerdan. But please enjoy 😉

꓄ꃅꀤꌗ ꎇꂦꈤ꓄ ꀤꌗ ꎇꀭꍟꋪꀸꍏꈤ

Word count: 1.3k plus

Series trigger warnings: Child abuse, anxiety, religious trauma, racism, manipulation, division of canon, Alina hate?, trauma, ptsd, bullying, insomnia, self-neglect, mental health issues, guilt tripping, cult theme, blood consumption, cannibalism?? Lost of murder, talks of SA in other characters, Sexual acts, future smut, predatory behavior(not from Aleks) and all other shadow and bone stuff

Act I :  Burn Marks

Chapter Two

The children stood in a straight line. Y/n’s hands were bandaged and Isla held tightly onto her hand. The blue ribbon was tided loosely so that if one of them were Calle they go leave without issue. 

Niko glared over at Y/n. His right eyes blackened and ugly. His fist were clenched as he stared at her. There teachers instructed the older students and the younglings were allowed to socialize for a moment. Niko with two other boys walked right up to Y/n and Isla. 

Y/n sighed and took in a deep breath.  Breathe in deeply and ignore Y/n thought to herself. Isla headed onto Y/n as the two girls looked at  Niko. 

“Mute and Half-breed.” Niko greeted as though he was speaking kindly. Y/n dug her finger nails into her palms. 

“What is it Niko?” Y/n asked. Niko took a step forward and Y/n didn’t move. Isla could sense the high emotions. Niko was pissed Y/n had embarrassed him so badly. It was a fair enough fight. Niko was much larger in size, he could have overpowered Y/n. He just never could. 

Y/n was annoyed that out of all their classmate Niko would always pick on her and Isla. 

“How would you like a matching black eye today in training?” Niko questioned with an agonizing tone. Y/n let out a small dry laugh. She rolled her neck and stepped forward. She glared up at Niko with a fury in her cloudy eyes. 

“Please, I don’t think this is a training exercise. They’re allowing us to socialize, they never allow us to do that if we’re going to fight.” Y/n amused. Niko furrowed his brows at her,observation. Y/n was right and he hated that. 

“Whatever they have us do today I will surpass you.”

“You can try ꀸꋪüꌗꀭꍟ.”

Niko clenched his jaw and was tempted to blast Y/n with the flames that lit the torches but Egon and Kanos called them all over. Y/n guided Isla over and Isla felt the anxiety surround everyone.

“Younglings today we will teach you of pain. The pain you will suffer under to protect of Saint. Andous come here.” Egon started. A shorter boy with copper skin, and bushy hair walked up to Egon.

Andous removed his shirt and was sat backwards. Kanos held up a smoking staff. Y/n’s sight came to her and she gasped. In her mind the images of what was about to transpire made her want to throat up.

Then it began. One after that other each youngling was brought into the chair and burned. There screams of agony only added to the horrors Y/n watched in her mind. No other youngling had learned to use their gift of sight. 

Tears streamed down Y/n’s face. The tears burned her skin leaving red streaks but Y/n held no care. She held Isla close to her. No, she wouldn’t allow them to touch her. Isla hugged tightly onto Y/n in fear of when her name would be called. 

“Niko.” Kanos called. Niko’s steps were shaky as he walked over to his teacher. Kanos smiled at his own prized student. As his shirt was removed his face held fear. A fear only the masters and Y/n could see. 

Then the smell of burning flesh invaded Y/n’s nose as she watched Niko’s pained expression. For once Y/n felt pity for him. Then he was pulled off and pushed into the younglings. Y/n stretched her one arm out on caught him.

She didn’t know why she caught him. She didn’t know why she held him as she felt his tears against her skin. While she was distracted Kanos pulled Isla away. Y/n tried to move to grab her but it was too late. Isla was out of her reach. All she could do was watch now. Isla wouldn’t scream, she couldn’t.

 Niko panted against Y/n’s surprisingly soft skin. Why and she caught him before he fell. Questions ran through his mind as the smell of Isla’s burning entered his nose. Y/n watched as they finished with Isla and she caught her as she fell. 

“Y/n it’s your turn.” Egon said almost mournful. Niko stood up a bit and looked down at Y/n. Isla sobbed against Y/n. Y/n kissed the top of Isla’s head and was about to set her on the ground when Niko’s hand grasped her shoulder. 

“Give me the mute.” Niko mumbled while stretching out his arm slightly. Y/n glared up at him but Egon called her again. Begrudgingly Y/n handed Isla to him. 

“Hurt her and I’ll break your jaw.” Y/n mumbled as she walked toward the two teachers. Kanos went to grab her arm but Y/n jerked herself away. She removed her shirt and her black undergarment covered her chest. 

Kanos brought the newly heated staff to her side and pressed it into her. Y/n stopped her scream. She dug her nails into her palms till they bleed. She gritted her teeth till she could feel she could crake them. 

Egon stared down at his student with great pity. This would pull the weak from the strong. Y/n was strong. Egon was sure of it. Kanos removed the staff only to slice a part of her side. Egon glared over at his fellow Helios but said nothing. The cut wasn’t deep and would heal itself. 

Y/n stood and placed her shirt on. As she walked away back towards Isla she hear the small argument between the pair. 

“You weren’t meant to cut her!” Egon angrily whispered.

“I slipped.” Kanos said with a small grin. Egon glared at him but said nothing else. Y/n took Isla away from Niko the moment she was in close proximity. Niko leaned against the wall with Y/n as she held Isla. Isla had stopped crying, she no longer wished to burn her skin. 

“For your tears you may get them treated but the burns will remain. They will be disinfected but not healed. You must learn to live with pain if you are to survive our Saint. You are all dismissed.” Egon announced. As all the other youngling stumbled out of the room Y/n remained on the wall holding Isla with Niko.

“You stink of blood half-breed.” Niko mumbled. Y/n picked Isla’s smaller frame up and held her close. 

“And I bet you are very ugly right now demjin.” Y/n mumbled as they began to walk toward the healers. Niko trailed behind the pair as she lean against the wall. Once they reached the healers they quickly healed the burn marks from their tears.

The chemicals that were placed in each younglings eyes made it so when they cried it burn their skin. Isla held tightly onto Y/n as she tied their ribbon. 

“I’m tired.” Isla annoyed with the use of her clicker. Y/n gently pet Isla’s hair and the pair journeyed to their dorm. Their sides were disinfected and bandaged but not healed. Y/n helped Isla into the top bunk. She placed the ribbon on the corner of her bed and laid on her bottom bunk.

“Why’d you catch me? You could’ve let me fall.” Niko whispered while standing over Y/n’s bottom punk. Y/n kept her eyes closed. Her side burned still. The cut that had been left stung. 

“Answer me.” Niko quietly demanded. Y/n sighed softly, she knew Isla was listening.

“It was just a reflex. I didn’t mean to.” Y/n answered.

“I don’t owe you anything.”

“You don’t owe me anything.”

“I hate you. You are scum of this earth, and a filthy half-breed that makes me sick.”

“Would you please let me sleep.”

After a few moments of silence Niko walked to his bunk. His vibrations were gone. Isla reached her hand down and on command Y/n reached her hand up. Four short taps and one long one. 

“I’m scared.” Isla meant.

“Don’t be, I’m here to protect you.” Y/n muttered softly. As Isla fell asleep Y/n continued to hold her hand. Y/n thought back to Alina and Mal. She wondered what they were doing right now. Were they in the meadow right now? Were they also going to bed? Were they safe?Were they together?

Y/n didn’t know. She wouldn’t know for three more years. 

Divider create goes to @astralnymphh

If one more person follows me in a bikini I’m gonna cry. I just want to write my fanfics in peace. Please!

I had another idea in regards to Percy or Percabeth. So, in House of Hades, we see Percy literally control a goddesses tears & poison to pretty much kill her before she can kill him & Annabeth; the only reason he doesn’t kill her is because Annabeth doesn’t want either of them to endure the potential consequences of what killing a goddess could entail— some people have said she was scared of Percy, but others said she was more scared for Percy. Either way, imagine if Percy did something like this again, but to one of the reader’s (gender neutral or male, and I’m thinking child of Apollo or Aphrodite, something like that) friends or siblings or something, and Annabeth doesn’t stop him; maybe the reader tried to break up with them, or just did something that made Percabeth feel the reader needed to be taught a lesson. Obviously this would be dark/yandere Percabeth again as opposed to normal cause y’know, they’d never do something like that unless they were crazy. Anyway, thanks for taking the time to read this and write my different requests & ideas; have a great day :)

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Misery the Truest Way of Love

A/n hope you enjoy, it’s been a while since I’ve read house of hades so I hope most of this is right, if not it’s the magic of this fic. No problem, I’m working on the other one, I just haven’t had much time to watch tv as of late. Also reader has hair.

Warnings: Death, Yandere behaviors, Anxiety, Choking, murder as a use of punishment

Anon - 🪑

All Characters are aged up to 18 plus

Yandere Percabeth x Gender neutral! Reader

The choking noises of Sorian as she chocked on her own blood. Y/n dropped to the ground as their body quivered. Percy’s eyes burned with a furry Y/n had never seen before. Annabeth moved to Y/n’s side and griped their shoulders tightly.

“Per…..Percy sto-p…” Y/n’s voice comes out hoarse and rough. Annabeth keeps a strong grip on Y/n as she watches Percy. Percy doesn’t stop as Sorian claws at her throat her treat pouring out of her sullen eyes. Y/n tried to shrug Annabeth off themself but she held tightly. Y/n looked up at Annabeth, their eyes filled with fear. Sorian dropped as blood pooled from her mouth. Y/n tried to get out of Annabeths iron grip but to no avail.

“Please! Stop it! She hasn’t done anything!”

Percy let out a noise of disappointment and shock his head softly. His hair bounced softly as he sent his charming boyish smile. Annabeth hummed softly petting Y/n’s hair. Sorian gurgled as she began to go red.

“Hasn’t done anything? Come on Sunshine.” Percy paused her playful tone turning sinister. “Wasn’t little miss Sorian trying to convince you to break up with us?”

Y/n froze as Annabeth’s hands dug into their scalp. Y/n whispered in pain as Annabeth tugged onto their hair.

“You wouldn’t have listened to her? Would you?” Annabeth taunted softly. Percy shot a quick look to Annabeth and she quickly released her grip on Y/n’s hair. Percy didn’t want to hurt Y/n, their little sunshine just needed to learn to be good. That’s all, and if the lesson could be learned by getting rid of Sorian, then that would be the lesson.

“N-no, I wouldn’t have listened! Please, Perc…. Annie… please stop!” Y/n pleaded with her lovers. Sorian’s skin went purple and Y/n tried to claw Annabeth off her. Annabeth and Percy shared a smile and the Sorian stopped moving. She stopped choking. Sorian just stopped.

Annabeth let go of Y/n and allowed them to crawled over to their dead sister. Y/n’s tears cloudier her eyes as she held tightly onto their older sister.

“Don’t cry baby, Sorian was trying to keep you away from us.” Annabeth comforted softly and she kissed Percy’s cheek. Percy leaned down kissing under Y/n’s chin, he licked at their salty tears with a smirk.

“Sunshine, don’t you understand. You’re ours, and nothing will keep you from us.”

With Percy’s words Y/n could only think misery is the truest form of love.

If you do poly character x reader x characters, can you do poly niko and crystal dating a mermaid reader, please

Mermaid Lagoon

a/n : this is my first dead boy detective oneshot and I’m so excited!!! This show has quickly become one of my favorites. I hope you enjoy!!😊

Warnings: David eww, mermaid killings, Niko’s dad mentioned, Angie the angelfish

Niko x fem!reader x Crystal

You never imagined you fall in love with a human, nonetheless two human girls. They’d found you during there case on Angie the Angelfish. Initially the dead boy detectives believed that you, the only mermaid that resided in the mermaid lagoon that connected to the sea were to blame.

They had quickly captured you in an enchanted net and questioned you rather sharply. Unfortunately for them you had an alibi, you had been entertaining a group of Port Townsan’s children after they found your Lagoon.

Fortunately for the dead boys you were kind enough to help them with there problem, especially because many of the children you knew would be going to the kite festival. As you helped you bonded rather quickly with the white haired girl, Niko Sasaki.

She was sweet and so bubbly. She always asked you questions about your lagoon, your tail, how your hair was always dry. Her girlfriend however didn’t seem to like you every much. She was always moving away when you came close. After Charles threw the Nightnurse off the cliff you thought they would no longer need you.

But Edwin, the very tall and pale dead boy insisted that you remain with them just in case they had any need of a mermaid. Niko let you move into her room above the tongue and tail shop.

It’s often you don’t sleep at night, to many nightmare waiting to happen. Mermaids don’t exactly need a lot of sleep anyways. On one of the many nights you stand on the roof you find Crystal there. Her eyes red and puffy, her hands shaking gently.

She obviously did see you, or hear you. Slowly you approached her, placing your own incredible soft hand on her. She jerked her body slightly as she looked at you. She went to wipe her tears but you were faster.

You gently brushed your thumbs under eyes with a gentle smile. You’re perfect s/c skin shinning iridescently under the moonlight. She doesn’t stop crying, her body continued to shake. You brought her into your chest slowly rubbing her back.

Upon one summer's morning, I carefully did stray Down by the Walls of Wapping, where I met a sailor gay

You weren’t sure why you started to sing to her. Maybe it was because this was what your mother had done for you once. When you fears became to great and you couldn’t sleep.

Conversing with a young lass, who seemed to be in pain Saying William, when you go, I fear you will never return again

My heart is pierced by Cupid, I disdain all glittering gold There is nothing can console me, But my jolly sailor bold

Her breathing started to calm as you lulled her away from her horrible thoughts. Her hand found it way above your racing heart. You’d never held someone so close before.

You hadn’t held anyone in so long. The feeling of her warmth pressed against your colder body was nice. Strange in a way you couldn’t explain.

After she’d calmed down she looked up at you. Her eyes were red and puffy but no longer it a river of tears fall from them.

“Are you alright?” You keep your voice calm, almost hypnotic.

“Yeah… sorry I just,” She didn’t need to finished.

“Got too crowded up there?” She nodded her head. You didn’t move, you kept your arms around her.

“You may not know this but I have this demon in my head and he’s… he won’t leave me alone.” You brought your lips to her forehead, kissing her gently.

“Nightmares are the plague of sleep. A curse I only know too well.” You told her with a smile.

“Crystal?” Niko’s gently and sleepy voice came from the roof door. She stood in her pink silk nightdress that was covered in flowers. You felt your face flushed at the position you been caught in.

This was Niko’s girlfriend, your friend’s girlfriend. Niko had been the first person to show you kindness and believe that you hadn’t been sing people to death. She was the first person to cut you from the boys net and here you were. Holding and kiss her girlfriend.

Niko approached quickly and sat by your side. She nuzzled her way into your arms and wrapped her own around Crystal. You didn’t move, not wanting to bring any attention to your own racing heart.

“Why don’t you come get me?” Niko asked softly.

“Didn’t want to worry you, either of you.” Crystal voiced. Niko smiled at her and moved her face to you. She kissed your cheek with her surprisingly soft lips for someone who’d probably just woken up.

“I knew you liked us.” Niko whispered as she rested her own head on your chest. You stiffed up, your shoulders going ridged. Your face became hot as Niko giggled.

“How did you…..?”

“Wanna hear a secret?” Niko’s voice was chipper. You couldn’t move your mouth.

“We like you too.” Crystal finished.

………………………………

The water ripples around the teal shimmering tail attached to Y/n as she rests on the shore of her lagoon. Her two lovers sat on two large boulders to keep out of the water. Y/n brought her body between the pair as Niko continued to speak.

“And the cafe I found has crab for you Y/n!” Niko cheered as she kicked the water. Crystal chuckled as she took the shell from Y/n. It was a pale blue in color, matching the thick coat she wore.

“Niko that sounds lovely but you know I have to go to Atlantic tomorrow.” The two girls frown at the mention.

“I still don’t understand why you always have to go.” Niko whines softly.

“It’s a celebration for… for my dead pod. I have to go.” I mumbled softly. Crystal placed a hand on my shoulder. It was a fond memory of mine, when those hunters killed my entire pod and I had to flee in this lagoon.

“What were they like?” Crystal asked softly. I smile softly as the memories of my pod.

“My pod was an odd sort, we were all orphaned by mer-hunters. We clung to each other like the kelp that makes up our breeding grounds. We never could stray quite so far from one another.”

“Hey I’m also an orphan, well short of.” Niko added. I nod my head as I push myself up and kiss her. I run my hand through her white hair as she smiles.

“Will you sing for us?” Crystal asks softly.

Hear my voice beneath the sea, Sleeping now so peacefully At the bottom of the sea, Sleep for all eternity

Sailors live so restlessly, Come with me, sleep peacefully

Listen to this siren's song, Worry not for nothing's wrong

The two girls sat in silence as their mermaids voice rang out through their lagoon. There was no David. No annoyed dandelion sprites yelling. Just them as the mermaid sang.

Let my voice lead you this way, I will not lead you astray Trust me as we reach the side, Jumping out where men have died

Hear my voice beneath the sea, Sleeping now so peacefully At the bottom of the sea, Sleep for all eternity

𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔉𝔦𝔫𝔞𝔩 𝔄𝔩𝔦𝔠𝔢

A/n : We finally start the series 😁. We get to see class 1-A. And Alice!reader being a daddies girl.

Word Count : 1,595

Trigger Warnings: Gore, Blood, Horror, Cursing, Child Abuse, Human experiments, Child abandonment, Angst, Depression, Anxiety, PTSD, Insomnia, etc

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕹𝖎𝖓𝖊

The screens of the teachers observation room played with different future students battling against the testing bots. Next to Aizawa, Y/n sat on the ground slumping on her noddles as she watched her future classmates.

“Who’s that one?” Y/n mumble her mouth full of noodles. Aizawa tired eyes moved to the screen she pointed her perfectly manicured finger. 

“Izuku Midoryia.”He mumbled as he sipped in the latte his daughter brought. She hummed softly as she watched the green haired boy battle around the bots. She’d seen him somewhere she just wasn’t sure where. 

Maybe in passing when she was out of maybe… wait he was the boy with the sludge monster. Her gaze moved to another screen where a raging blonde was, destroying everything in his path. He was the sludge boy too. 

Y/n had watched the fight at home when she was studying with Hizashi. The blondes explosiveness made her giggle softly. He jumped around blasting every bit that moved. 

“Remind me again N/n why don’t you go spend time with Todoroki?” Hizashi asked as he sipped the peach tea Y/n brought him from her favorite shop. 

“Cause I wanna see the kids who’ll be in my class. Other me and Shoto.” Her uncle nodded his head as he pet her hair. Her eyes trailed on all screens with a smile. All these kids were talented, some more than others. None of them were in her level other than maybe a few.

“Scoping out the completion early huh?” She gently shock her head as she sipped on her matcha. 

“Not really, I’m just curious.” Her eyes trailed back into the screen as she happily ate her food. All the teacher around her sipped on the drinks that Y/n brought them as they watched the students taking notes. 

Aizawa studied his daughter for a moment. Her eyes trailed over some of the examines. It was obvious to him that she saw potential in them. She was always able to determine one’s abilities to say. 

Perhaps it was a a side effect of her childhood before him. A childhood he had limited knowledge over. To this day Y/n don’t hold many close to her heart. She was emotionally unstable sometimes, swapping between joy and rage often.

If not rage than she merely had this dazed out look on her face. Like she was in a different world, maybe this world was the different one for her. She seemed so out of place when she was here. New things still excited her.

Her newest obsession was getting her nails done. He didn’t mind that though, he liked the way she would bounce over to him showing off the gems and girly colors on her nails. 

As he studied her, he knew she was studying her future classmates. She would analyze them till there was nothing left. She did it to Todoroki, and he was always changing. 

He sighed softly as he looked back at the green haired boy.

………………………..

Y/n stared down the large door to her new class. Class 1-A, what kind of students needed this big a door. She pushed the door open as she pulled her skirt down slightly. 

It was kinda cute, if only it was in a different color. All the other students turned to her, immediately stopping their argument. 

“If you’re just here to make friends then you can pack up your stuff right now.” Aizawa’s voice came from behind her. The green haired boy gasped as the pretty brunette and blue haired boy turned to fully look at them. 

On the ground in his yellow sleeping bag her dad laid on the floor. She giggled softly as she moved through the trio. She listened as he scolded the trio. Quickly finding an empty sit behind the blonde boy she watched turn the exam. 

“You were late Y/n.” Aizawa uttered. The rest of the class turned to the girl who was popping a candy in her mouth. 

“My feet were in the class before yours, if anything you’re late.” She muttered. The class whipped their heads around between their teacher and their peer.

Aizawa sighed softly as he reached into his yellow sleeping bag. 

“Right let’s get to it. Put these in and head outside.” Aizawa pulled their gym uniforms out. One after the other her classmates grabbed their uniforms Y/n lingered behind. 

She took her uniform from her dad a smile on her face. She liked the way her classmates looked. She recognized a few of them. 

“Go Y/n, make some new friends.” She gave her dad a tiny smile as she skipped away towards the locker room.

………………………..

“What? A quirk assessment test?”

Y/n sat on the ground next to Shoto while drawing in the dirt. She lazily drew small pictures with her nail, not worried about the dirt.

“But orientation! We’re gonna miss it!” The pretty brunette said. Y/n rested her head on her other hand. 

I think her name is Uraraka. 

“If you really wanna make the big leagues, you can’t waste time on pointless ceremonies.” Aizawa spoke. Y/n nodded her head softly. She’d been watching the first year ceremony since she was eight, it was a huge bore.

The students around her gasped, Y/n yawned. As Aizawa continued his lecture Y/n grab onto her h/t hair, playing with a lock of it. 

I wonder what Hatter is doing? Is he having a tea party? I want tea, and cakes. Oh and those muffins that March Hare would make. They always had this pink frosting that tasted like berries on it.

“Bakugo, you managed to get the most points in the entrance exam. What was your farthest throw with a softball when you were in junior high?“ Aizawa asked cutting of her thoughts. 

She huffed softly as the angry explosion boy from the exam answered. She stared at him, a small smile. He looked like a Pomeranian.

“Sixty-seven meters, I think.” He answered. Y/n kept her gaze on him, she liked his voice. It wasn’t tired and scratchy like her dad’s. Or cold and smooth like Shoto’s. It was deep and kinda rough.

She watched him as Aizawa made him stand in the throwing circle. She watched him roll his shoulders slightly. 

“DIE!” The ball when shooting into the sky with Bakugo’s explosive power. Her eyes widened and she cast her gaze up at her popsicle friend. He gave her a slight nod and she returned her gaze to the blonde. 

The Queen of Hearts would like him.

“All of you need to know your maximum capabilities. It’s the most rational way of figuring out your potential as a pro hero.” Aizawa clicked his device showing off how far Bakugo’s ball had gone. 705.2 meters.

Everyone stared in awe and the Pikachu boy spoke up. “705 meters, are you kidding me?”  As her classmates all began to get excited Y/n popped a Carmel in her mouth.

She’d never really taken these kinds of test before. Aizawa had his daughter retain strength and endurance of course. Morning runs and Sunday nights lifts were a part of there routine.

Eight physical tests, last place meant expulsion. It didn’t worry Y/n. Her dad would never expel her even if she would get last place. 

Being everyone else must suck

…………..

A four tests were already done and Y/n smiled softly to herself as she sipped on her juice. She’d done pretty well for herself, not that she was worried. She was Y/n Aizawa of course she was doing good. 

Everyone was staring at her though. She wasn’t sure why. It’s not like she thought she stood out much. She wasn’t all the pretty.

𝐸𝓍𝒸𝓊𝓈𝑒 𝓂𝑒! 𝒴𝑜𝓊’𝓇𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝑜𝓈𝓉 𝒷𝑒𝒶𝓊𝓉𝒾𝒻𝓊𝓁 𝓅𝑒𝓇𝓈𝑜𝓃 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒸𝓁𝒶𝓈𝓈! 𝒴𝑜𝓊’𝓇𝑒 𝒶𝓃 𝒜𝐿𝐼𝒞𝐸!

Sorry, didn’t mean to be mean to myself

𝐼’𝒹 𝒷𝑒𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝒸𝒶𝓉𝒸𝒽 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓈𝓁𝒾𝓅𝓅𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝑔𝒶𝒾𝓃!

Y/n shuffles to Aizawa’s side, a small pout in her face.

“They’re all staring at me.” She mumbled softly. Aizawa gave his a softly look as he too had noticed all his students.

“Do you not like it?” She shrugged her eyes down cast. 

“I dunno.” Aizawa sighed softly as he motioned to his students. 

“Talk to a few of them, maybe they’ll stop staring.” Y/n left his side, not giving much indication of what she was feeling. 

She looked around, she didn’t want to talk to them. What if they don’t like her. Slowly she approached a pink haired girl. Her hair was fluffy. She pat the girls shoulders. She turned around, stopping her conversation with a few other girls.

“I like your hair.” She uttered. The pink girl laughed.

“Thanks.?”

“It’s like cotton candy.” The pink girl froze. She stared at Y/n differently. She stared at Y/n’s large and doe like eyes. Her full and pretty lips. Her smooth clear s/c skin that seemed to shine softly. She even smelt good, just like sugar.

“Well aren’t you a cutie! I’m Mina Ashido!” Y/n smiled softly as she looked over at Uraraka throw her ball. The two girls who she now knew as Mina (who insisted on being call by her first name) and the pretty raven head Momo Yaoyorozu. 

“Thank you.” She squeaked softly. The two girls went wide eyed as they stared at her. Y/n curled her nose as she watched Aizawa stop Midoryia. 

The rest of the class looked over at her as she rubbed her eyes and yawned sitting in the floor.

So cute!

Y/n rolled her eyes as she watched Aizawa scold the broccoli looking boy. It’s gonna be a long first day.