most parents cherish the birth of their first daughter, i guess yours had other priorities.
their child is a monster.
possessed by the devil.
cursed by darkness.
you are a threat to the hero world.
a danger to society.
according to them, that is.
yo...
1: reflecting on y/n's past. told from the perspective of y/n in the future.
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this fic has been a long work in progress for me.
it began with daydreaming about the plot—to writing out scenarios—to writing a fanfic as 'practice'— and now, editing it and publishing it to ao3 and wattpad!
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Power does not corrupt.
Fear corrupts.
And the fear of losing power corrupts those who yield it.
You don't remember the day you entered this world. You don't think anyone can remember their own birth. Some may turn to photographed memories to recall the day. Families may bond over the frozen memories on paper. Mothers and fathers may dwell on that fated day as if it were yesterday. They could cherish the day their own creation entered the world.
It seemed that yours had other priorities.
You recalled questioning your mother about your birth. She told the day in brief detail, adding no amount of significance to it. You were born average, according to her. A regular infant; destined to achieve little, but most presumably nothing at all. She sheltered no hope for this daughter of hers.
You would remain in the shadows of the life of fame she created for herself; left to follow in her footsteps. Left to live a life just like your quirkless father's, average and completely insignificant.
According to her, that is.
Your mother, Marie Kendrick dominated the hero hierarchy. Her hero persona, Saseendi, rose to fame as a result of her distinctive quirk involving the manipulation of fire, lava, ashes, and virtually anything with a substantial amount of heat to it. Her power was extraordinary. People watched in sheer awe as she ripped apart the earth's surface, pulling large quantities of liquid heat from the earth's very core.
And that glare. That cold, cold glare she became so well known for. Dark violet eyes with the gaze of a viper. It complimented her pale complexion and her lush silver hair so horrendously well.
If only she were a villain. You so often thought. Her aura was terrifying, she could be unstoppable, ruthless, andevil.
Yet, she already was that, evil and undeniably ruthless. Saseendi was far worse than any mere villain— if you were being honest.
While she could never melt her enemies, no matter how deeply she so desired it. To kill a rival was forbidden in the pro hero industry. To kill, no matter the circumstances; would deem one a foul villain, no matter how heroic, no matter how many lives it may have benefitted, or no matter how much it was simply deserved.
