𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐃, 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐒𝐖𝐔𝐍𝐆 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐇, brushing against her tear-streaked cheeks.
The creak, creak, creak of the wooden beam above echoed, holding up the rigid body of her mother.
Her mother.
How could her mother, of all people, deserve this fate? She racked her young mind for answers, but found none.
If her mother-her sweet, adoring mom-could end up like this...
𝐌𝐀𝐘𝐁𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐄'𝐃 𝐁𝐄 𝐒𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐓.
(multi! mha x reader, mainly bakugo x reader and hawks x reader)
𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠!: This book contains graphic depictions of violence, major character deaths, heavy angst, eventual smut, age gaps, emotional/psychological abuse, bullying, suicide attempts, implied/referenced suicide, drug use, drug addition, alcohol abuse/alcoholism, alcohol withdrawal, drug withdrawal, harassment and kidnapping. Read at your own risk and acknowledge all triggers!
This story is also posted on A03 under @/saranghoe !
❝𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐌𝐘 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃, 𝐈𝐓'𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑!❞
You lost your father in middle school, and with him, a part of yourself. Grief nearly consumed you, but your determination to become a hero never wavered. You wanted to honor his memory, to make your family proud-but you never expected that your path would be filled with constant danger. Time and time again, you and your classmates found yourselves under attack by villains, forced to fight for survival instead of just living like normal teenagers. All the while, you hid the truth-the fact that you're a dhampir. You did everything to keep it a secret, but the cracks began to show, and people started to notice. As the battles raged on, the weight of your hidden identity, the relentless threats, and the fear of being discovered began to take their toll. Your mind is unraveling, your world growing darker. How long before you break? Why can't you all just live like normal teenagers?