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Where the Storm Settles | MHA x OC by winterflame_ashes
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In the darkest shadows of Haven, they whisper about a legend no one has ever defeated. Some call her 'Ghost Girl'. In the underground, she's "Groza - the Storm." Untouchable. Unbeaten. Too young, too strong, too scarred, too untamed. Above the ground, she's a risk. Aizawa sees potential. Nezu sees danger. Dragged out of the underground by a teacher who refuses to let her waste away, she finds herself surrounded by classmates who speak of dreams she doesn't believe in and heroes she refuses to trust. She never wanted friends. She never wanted a future. And then there's Bakugo Katsuki - loud, relentless, and infuriatingly unafraid to clash with the storm she carries inside. Together, they might learn that strength doesn't always mean standing alone. Because storms don't bow. And explosions don't back down. Disclaimer: Honestly, this is my first time trying something like this. Let's just have fun. Also Possible Trigger Warnings.. It's MHA!! My Hero Academia and its characters belong to Kohei Horikoshi. I only own my OC(s) and the plot twists I've created here.
The Language Of Small Things by slytherinprincess124
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Faye Scamander was never dangerous. She was the girl who handed out biscuits like blessings, chatted with portraits, rescued injured creatures, and left wildflowers on desks simply because it felt kind. And somehow, Draco Malfoy noticed her anyway. Draco had been raised in a castle of cold rules and colder expectations. Faye had grown up in a cottage overflowing with warmth and wonder. He had been taught that softness was weakness. She had been raised to believe that softness saved people. They should have stayed worlds apart. Instead, they kept colliding-his armour against her gentleness, his silence against her small-magic courage. And somewhere between a flower she gave him, a biscuit he pretended not to want, and the moments they lingered without meaning to- everything shifted. Because some spells were loud and destructive. But the ones that changed a life? They were always the small things no one saw coming