"Oh, dear y/n what are you waiting for~. If you don't practice, you won't become strong. We won't want you if you become weak" Your mother cooed. Something about the way she spoke always bothered you; her voice sounded so sweet and innocent, but her words rang empty in your eyes. The sweet I love yous and good-nights she would whisper to you before nighttime seemed so fake—words without meaning; empty promises of affection.
You looked forward again watching an inky puddle form on the black carpets of your room and transform even quicker into a frail boy. You only met his eyes for a second before he brought his hand forward. A great bellowing fire shot from his palm. You quickly ducked feeling the heat against your now exposed back.
The fire stopped only after a couple of moments, and you found yourself stepping forward, mirroring the boy's movements. You tried to stop yourself. Your now teary eyes met his again; they reflected so much pain.
"Why are you pausing Deary, I'm doing this all for you" Her silky voice taunted you. You watched as a red string lifted your arm and shot out the same blazing fire back at the boy. You fought against your mother's wishes, desperately trying to stop yourself. Your eyes still blurred by the tears that cascaded down your face watched as the boy's figure dropped to the ground returning to the inky puddle. Your voice hitched as you struggled to breathe.
"He's not dead. I didn't kill him. I didn't kill him." You could barely speak in between sobs.
"Why do you always do this?" you turned back to your mother. Just the sight of her made your blood boil. Red strings fell from her long fingers; the same red strings that brought your arm to attack the boy.
"Oh, don't look at me like that; I was just starting to have fun with you." Her voice deepened at the end of her sentence. You looked up at her figure. She always seemed so much taller than you; so much stronger. While she only had a couple of inches on you physically; you always felt so much smaller next to her. You were like a mouse standing in front of a great Lion. You were nothing in comparison; the power difference was far too vast. The realization of this only seemed to make you shrink.
Her shadow consumed your figure like a great white shark its prey; you continued to shrink under her impending form. You weren't even a mouse, you so much smaller. You were like a flea in her menacing gaze. Her claw-like hands rose above you; the strings jerked your body upwards. You hung like a puppet beneath her grasp. She brought you up to her face as her jaw unhinged like a snake. Her grotesque tongue wrapped around your body, dragging you down into her mouth. Her figure contorted and jerked; she barely looked like a person anymore.
"No, Stop it." You pleaded, struggling in her grasp. Her crazed laughter echoed all around you.
"You can't Get rid of me," She teased as her jaw grew closer.
"No. Get away from me!" You shrieked. You attempted to stop the flow of tears that fled from your eyes. Your red, puffy cheeks shuddered at your own touch.
"I will always be here deary."
"STOP IT!"
"Always~." her jaw closed all around you
"STOP IT, STOP IT, STOP IT..."
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Almost made this about cake, that was close.
~ Yurim
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Villains can Love too - BNHA X Reader
FanfictionEver since Y/n's Quirk manifested, her parents have trained her to become the perfect Villain. Fortunately for you, you were recovered in a hero organized raid against the base you were kept at. The Pro hero that found you adopted you and encourage...
