They/Them
Y/n isn't like the other children in Gracefield Orphanage.
They can't eat with the others.
They can't play with the others.
They have to stay away from the others.
They are different.
Not "special", not "unique".
Just... different.
But tha...
Fun fact, I actually don't like Uraraka at all, but someone requested her so I had to give it my all! (Oh, if you can't tell what I'm trying to say,I made that ^)
FIRST CANON CHAPTER!!!! Kinda.... It's in the canon timeline, lmao, enjoy the fluff I tried to write <3
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What's your favorite color? Mine's blue!!!
Me in AOT: *Chilling in the background*
Something: *Happens*
Me: PFFFFFT-
Levi: Go to the fucking corner
Me: *Still losing my shit* Mhmm, yeah yeah okayDBEIFUBIRTUGTBSR
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It must be nearing three in the morning when someone knocks at my door.
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Right after that, Ray opens the door, closing it behind him.
"What are you doing still up?" He asks, even though he already knows the answer.
I answer anyway.
"I don't sleep."
He snorts and pokes the center of my head.
"Then who was it I woke up to clinging to me in their sleep?"
I huff and look away, crossing my arms, "I don't sleep alone." I stand from my bed and invite him to join me in one of my higher cubbies Mama had installed. And of course, with it being higher, it's not as tall as some of my others, the glow in the dark night sky I have in this one gives Ray adequate light to read by.
It's silent while I try to sleep as Ray reads until he decides to speak.
"You know, you should try and sleep when I'm not here. You'd be useless for us if you fell asleep in the middle of running away."
I suck my teeth and pinch his arm.
"You didn't see them, so I can't expect you to understand."
"I know what happens-"
"But you didn't see those things take him, so shut up and do your job, pillow."
It's quiet again until he sighs and closes his book.
"Connie's getting adopted tomorrow."
I don't say anything for a bit and the silence stretches on again, "...the one with the bunny plush, right? That she calls Little Bunny?"
"Yep."
I look up from the MP3 that had been playing music softly in our ears.
Ray taps the device, "I like this song." I nod in agreement and add it to a playlist.
What must have been maybe 40 minutes later, I'm almost asleep when a question occurs to me.
"Do you think they're ready...?"
"They'll have to be."
And then I'm asleep.
*Fact: Phil 100% believes Y/n and Ray are
together and refers to them as his parents in his head*
Phil wakes us up, as he always does, in the morning. Even though the door was locked, as it always is, last night.
But at this point I can't be bothered to wonder how a five-year-old knows how to pick locks. Doesn't stop me from teases him though.
Leaning over Ray, I rub the top of Phil's head, "How's a pipsqueak like you know how to pick locks?"
He giggles and starts poking Ray's sides, trying to wake him up.
"Shan't say nothing if you don't say please." I huff a laugh as I climb down, grabbing Phil to jump on my bed and tickle him.
"Out of all the things you could have remembered from those books, why that?" I demanded over his shrieking laugh. "Why not 'I solemnly swear I am up to no good?' Or 'So you mean this map shows...? Everyone. Everyone? Everyone. Where they are. What they're doing. Every minute. Of every day. Brilliant! Whe-"
Ray threw a pillow at my head, cutting my performance off, "Okay, okay we get it! Shut up!"
I purse my lips and turn to Phil.
"He's so grumpy when he wakes up, like a grandpa!"
Ray sucks his teeth and climbs down to grab Phil's hand. They head to the door so I assume they are going to bath and get ready since Phil looked like he ran here as soon as he woke.
My thought was proven when Ray answers Phil question of where they were going.
Phil waves bye to me before dragging the older boy out of the room yelling out, "Okay grandpa!"
Ray's outraged shout was cut off as I closed the door behind them.
I sigh as the silence made the walls begin to close in on me. Quickly, I grab my MP3 and blast the first song I saw. As I calmed down, I went to my window and looked in the direction of the gate.
It was six in the morning and two years later, but I swear I can still see Timmy's shadow skipping farther and farther away from me.
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^^^^ this bitch!
I want one SO FUCKING BADLY HOLY SHIT! THIS IS GENDER ENVY!! I LOVE MY TIDDIES VERY MUCH, BUT HOLY SHIT I WANT IT
Anyway, to apply to be my sugar daddy/mommy you have to buy me one <3
