#also x like 4.... yes..... that is a nasty burn scar on her face

[bcneheaded]

ALSO IDK IF I SHARED ELDCN R/NG STUFF but that is my current obsession so i

her name is Cyg (Cygnatratus,,, bc i am ,,, a nerd,,,, and like to make things Mean Things [a play on how the dragons names work! her name is a mixture of words that means 'black swan' essentially jfjfjfhd]) she's a prisoner subclass (and all that comes w it yea) and a draconian <3 playing heavily in the dragon blood thing, wants to purify her blood or whatever jfsdfhsdjf idek!! if thats possible but she sure as hell wants to try (probably why she was imprisoned all those years ago,,, smthng to do with her seeking some kind of forbidden power) ANYWAY she's a little Havoc Wreaking gremlin who did NOT need the flame of ambition at all but now she has it and she's never been so terrifyingly Laser Focused on power FDGFDG anyway tldr, as a good friend of mine once said..... We support women's rights and women's wrong here... she just happens to have a lot of Wrongs

[lupinlongbottom]

Burning Bridges pt. 1

Neville Longbottom x Reader

Summary: Professor (L/N). That has a nice ring to it, doesn’t it? After starting her dream job, (Y/N) had only the highest of hopes. Until she heard of the other professor starting that year as well. A boy from her year, a Gryffindor. She thought she had left him in the past. Guess not.

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: None

A/N: I love my plant boi.  I’ve always had this fic nestled in my brain, always in the back of my mind. I guess I just wanted to read something like this so bad I had to write it myself ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Part 2 ... Part 3 ... Part 4 ... Part 5 ... Part 6 ... Part 7

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How long had it been since she traversed through these halls? The sound of her flats slapped against the marble flooring like they had years before. The air had grown more solemn, the walls recovering from the tragedy of the previous battle once taken to these grounds. Years had flown, rebuilding the castle to its rightful glory. Scars of the battle still remained, (Y/N) noted, her fingers gently tracing the edge of broken railing as she descended into the dungeon.

The Potions classroom smelled the same as always. Slightly bitter, a dusty aroma wafted from the shelves. It smelled like home. Her new home.

“Alright then,” (Y/N) grunted, heaving a suitcase onto the wooden table before her. “Better work on cleaning up this place.” (Y/N) raised her wand, muttering a simple Scourgify charm, polishing the spare cauldrons to their former glory. A few other waves of her wand sent the jars flying into groups, settling onto the other tables.

“I see you wasted no time getting settled,” a voice bellowed from the hallway. (Y/N) turned to see an older woman in a slanted hat walking into the classroom. “The last wizard in your position didn’t nearly take as much care into his job as his predecessor.”

“Headmistress,” (Y/N) responded. “Pleasure to see you.”

McGonagall smiled, tipping her head slightly. “Likewise Ms. (L/N),” She chuckled. “Apologies, old habits die hard. Professor (L/N).”

“I could hardly blame you,” (Y/N) chortled. “Seeing as you and the other staff have been calling my name almost in distain for seven years before, I can imagine it's a tough habit to crack.” 

(Y/N) wasn’t much of a troubled student during her time at Hogwarts, but her nasty habit of being in the wrong place at the wrong time caught up with her. Daydreaming, scribbling in journals and practically shutting herself in her room with only a cauldron didn’t help either.

“We’ve done it before, we can do it again,” McGonagall repeated, pushing her spectacles up her nose. “I do have to admire your haste in filling the open position after our correspondence.”

“An offer of a stable job, educating the subject I’m most passionate about?” said (Y/N), fighting back a grin. “Seemed like a good time as any to break out my quill faster than any school assignment, no?”

“You did make it quite clear in your letter that your previous job was…” McGonagall practically floated across the stone flooring, admiring a bottle of small newt eyes, the jar fumbling between her fingers. “Lackluster.”

“In comparison to a dream job,” (Y/N) shrugged. “Lackluster is the perfect word.” 

“I hope Hogwarts can continue to impress you,” the Headmistress nodded. “Once you’ve sorted out your classroom, the staff is having a small gathering, a welcoming of our two newest staff members.”

“Two?” (Y/N)’s eyes flicked up from her jars, meeting her old professor’s.

“Oh yes,” the witch nodded. “After Pomona Sprout retired, we needed to fill the position of Herbology professor.”

“Shame,” (Y/N) sighed. “I always enjoyed Professor Sprout. Screaming mandrakes and all.”

“Pomona didn’t leave without the highest recommendation on the pupil to take over her post I assure you,” McGonagall moved to exit the dungeon classroom. “A small world it seems, he’s also a previous student, from your year too.”

“My year?” (Y/N) questioned, mind fluttering between every boy that was in her year. It seemed every name coming to mind was dismissed almost immediately due to their current status or career. Who could’ve gained the recommendation of Sprout? Unless…

“Mr. Longbottom and yourself are welcome to join at dusk in the Great Hall.” The Headmistress said nothing else as she ascended the stairs, leaving (Y/N) stunned.

“Neville?”

The memories of the Gryffindor boy flooded (Y/N)’s mind. How long had it been since she had spoken to him? She didn’t want to think about it. After the Battle of Hogwarts, the pair of friends parted ways a bit… unsavory. Were they still friends? Of course not. (Y/N) shook her head and ignored the impending hypotheticals, dreading her own welcome party.

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The Great Hall had hardly looked empty in (Y/N)’s time at Hogwarts, seeing only the small staff of the castle gathered near the back of the hall was a strange sight to see. The house tables were pushed to the sides, leaving a sizable gap running through the middle. It almost reminded (Y/N) of the Yule Ball, minus the dazzling decor.  

“Ah, young (Y/N), finally a professor!” Hagrid exclaimed, slamming his stein flat against the long table. “Knew you ‘ad it in ya!”  

“Thanks Hagrid,” said (Y/N), accepting his uplifting hug. Left her nearly two feet off the ground. “Missed your hugs.”

“Always willin’ to give ya one,” Hagrid let (Y/N) go, setting her down less than gently. “Come out of the dungeon anytime ya need it.”

“I’ll take you up on it,” (Y/N) smoothed her skirt, collecting her bearings. The staff was sparse, but familiar. Seeing her old teachers, now her peers, all gathered in one spot was comforting.

“Longbottom!” Hagrid boomed, practically running to the front of the hall to embrace him too.

(Y/N) turned to the buffet, avoiding the Herbologist as much as she could. The food looked like a good enough distraction, desserts towering into pyramids next to a warm roast, food (Y/N) missed sorely. Thankfully, the other members at the party agreed that dinner was a slightly more important matter. Jovial chat echoed throughout the hall before the telltale ringing of a glass sang through.

“Faculty, I hope your summers were uneventful and relaxing as always,” McGonagall started, standing up at the center of the table. “We’re here to welcome the newest members of our Hogwarts staff, both wonderful alumni,” She turned to (Y/N), motioning her to stand up. “(Y/N) (L/N), proud member of (Y/H) house, now skilled Potions Master, a talent we’ve only seen seldom before.” Minerva waved her hand, metaphorically passing the baton over to (Y/N).

“Thank you Professor,” (Y/N) scanned the room, all eyes were on her. How she loathed public speaking. Teaching was one thing, she knew how to teach. Speaking from the top of her head? Not so easy. “I was humbled by Minerva’s offer of employment, nearly spat out my butterbeer!” The hall laughed. “Hogwarts has always been a home to me, I’m proud to be able to continue to call it as such.” (Y/N) bowed slightly, taking her seat as the group clapped lightly.

“Mr. Longbottom,” McGonagall motioned towards the tall man at the end of the table. It was the first time (Y/N) allowed herself to look at him. His face had thinned out, a scruffy beard following the sharp point of his now defined chin. “If you please.”

“Of course,” Neville stuttered, standing up. “Not one for speeches, but I’ll try,” He chuckled, gaining a flutter of laughter from a few surrounding him. “I hope to do my best. Can’t live up to Sprout’s legacy, but I can aim for something of the sort. A Longbottom method to it, I reckon.”

“Well said, Neville,” Flitwick raised his glass, gesturing it towards the young professor. “A toast, to our newest colleagues.”

The other professors followed suit, raising their glasses, a mumbling of kind words fluttered around the table. (Y/N) smiled lightly at the gesture, taking a sip of the rather fruity wine in her own chalice. The rest of the table seemed to do the same, her eyes scanning the faces of her old teachers. Her gaze landed on Neville, chatting cordially with Hagrid. His grin stretched across his face, almost tugged to his ears, happy with the reunion with an old friend. Neville glanced up, green eyes meeting (Y/N)’s.

Immediately she looked away, glancing down at her plate of roast. How long had she been staring? Surely it couldn’t have been that long, right? With another quick bite, (Y/N) stood up. “This has been lovely,” She smoothed her skirt again, nervous habit. “But I think I still have a few more bottles to sort, we’re expecting students to arrive in two days time. After all, first impressions are everything.” She laughed, scooting back her seat.

“If you have the need to retire, feel free,” McGonagall said, taking a long swig of her wine. “I take it you found your lodgings for the year as well?” (Y/N) stood in silence. The Headmistress smiled. “Just as I thought, head stuck in those cauldrons as usual. Mr. Longbottom can show you to the wing.”

Neville stood up, nodding politely. Their eyes met again, this time, (Y/N) didn’t look away.

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To say their walk was awkward would be the understatement of the year—no—century. (Y/N) barely had the nerve to breathe too loudly, anxiety nearly taken over her entire body. Neville sighed, his hands deep in his pockets.

“So,” He started, staring straight ahead. “You’ve been well?” 

She hadn’t seen this man in nearly five years and he opens with ‘you’ve been well?’. (Y/N) fought the urge to roll her eyes. “You could say that,” She quipped, focusing on her steps and not on the slightly unsavory tone she had.

“I’ve been okay,” Neville shrugged, trying to continue the conversation. “Was working as an Auror for a bit, started with Harry. He was a bit more skilled for the job,” The Gryffindor laughed, looking to his right.

“I can imagine,” said (Y/N), ignoring Neville’s gaze. It felt hot against her side, begging her to add more to the conversation.

“You’re a Potions Master now, right?” asked Neville. “McGonagall mentioned it at dinner. Must’ve been hard work, but if anyone could’ve done it, it would be you. Always at the top of our Potions classes,” He laughed. “Annoyed the hell outta Snape.”

This pulled a small smirk to her lips. “It wasn’t terribly difficult,” (Y/N) admitted. “Far too much memorization for my liking if I’m being honest. I also don’t think Snape was ever really annoyed, I reckon that was just his face.”

They laughed quietly together. For a split second, the wall that had been between them had fallen. Momentarily bringing them back to their adolescence.

“I guess I never really got a good look at it,” said Neville, slowing his pace. “Always tried to avoid it if I could,” He stopped walking. “This is the wing,” Neville spoke hesitantly, almost afraid to bring them back to reality. “A small chunk of the staff stays here, most live in or near Hogsmeade with their families.”

“I see,” (Y/N) hummed, eyes scanning the oak door. “Do you mind…?”

“Oh, right,” Neville shook his head. “You’d probably like to see your room, yeah?” He pushed open the door, leading (Y/N) down the corridor. “The big door’s enchanted, no student can pass through. Well, that’s what Flitwick said anyway.”

Down the long corridor, next to each of the various doors were nameplates, covered in the names of various professors. They arrived at a beautiful stained glass mosaic of a phoenix before taking a left, (Y/N) noticing a rather shiny nameplate as they passed by. Neville Longbottom it read. They stopped walking.

“This is you,” He said, pointing his thumb at the door adjacent to his. “I promise to be a decent neighbor, don’t really get up to any partying. Nothing crazy.”

(Y/N) smiled politely. “I’ll try to do the same,” Her fingers traced against her own nameplate, almost not believing it was real. “Can’t promise my volume when a potion goes awry, though. Always had an affinity to the occasional swear.”

“I hardly think any potion you’d make would go wrong,” Neville mumbled, flicking his eyes down. “But, I doubt it’ll be a problem,” They stood silently, staring at the door. “We should… catch up. More, I mean. It’s been a while.”

“Yeah,” (Y/N) hummed, only partially interested. “Maybe.”

“Maybe?” Neville questioned, raising a dark eyebrow upward. “It’s been nearly five years, (Y/N).”

“Exactly,” She turned to Neville, eyes pointed. “Five years. Not a single owl, no letters, nothing. Where was the effort to catch up then?”

“We didn’t exactly leave off on the best of terms, you know that,” Neville sighed, running a hand up to his hairline, fingers lacing through his hair, seemingly recalling the past. “I sent owls—”

“Never got them,” (Y/N) answered quickly, feeling her wall build back up. “Tended to move around a bit—a lot—my job required it.” 

“I tried, (Y/N). I wanted to get back in touch,” His voice sounded small, fragile. “You can’t blame me for not trying. Owls can go both ways.”

(Y/N) paused, mouth hanging open for just a moment. “Maybe it was for the best,” She turned back to the door, hand on the knob. “Maybe… leaving it the way we did was for the best,” She repeated.

“You were my friend,” Neville pleaded. “I cared about you.” 

“Not enough,” (Y/N) mumbled as she opened the door. “Thank you for showing me to my room,” She entered and began to shut the door. (Y/N) stood in the dark for a moment before turning back to her old friend. “We’re colleagues now. I won’t let this interfere with that if you won’t. Goodnight.” 

“Interfere? (Y/N)…”

She closed the door.

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[liliesoftherain]

My Hero Academia Main 3 Boys x Reader

Ch. 6 Battles Over but a New War Begins! 

Ch.1 Ch.2 Ch.3 Ch.4 Ch.5

Yay chapter 6! Wow i’m surprised I got two chapters out today, I am still getting caught up on all the requests too(: Thanks for waiting guys! TAG LIST: @rizamendoza808​ ! (:

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You heard AllMight whisper those two words and felt as relieved as his voice sounded. You tried to stand but your body felt too hot and you were growing weaker by the second. There was still blood on you, but due to the heat it already dried which left a nasty feeling on your face. Managing a crawl, you shuffled away enough to feel someone trying to pull you to your feet. 

"Don't touch," You mumbled, head lolling as more water from your body was being used to cool you down, your suit not being able to do much considering you've only tried that move once in this suit, and had water right away from a concerned Iida during the practice battles. "I'm too hot."  

"That's not an issue." A smooth voice retorted as you felt your body heat going down, a hand on your face as ice was formed and pressed to you skin. You sighed at the feeling hearing his ice crackle as the heat coming off of you was melting it. You were better now, but still incredibly woozy since you didn't have anything to drink.

A yell was heard, and you assumed it had to be Present Mic, because you didn't know anyone else who had such a booming voice. Looking up, the teachers had come through the door and were now running around helping all of the students. You briefly heard more gunshots as the black mist had wrapped around the criminals, being sucked into Thirteen's black hole.

"I may have failed to kill you this time but your days are numbered!" Shigaraki hissed as Thirteen's black hole wasn't strong enough to stop them from warping away. 

When they disappeared you saw Izuku still on the floor where you ended up tossing him, and tried to go over to him.

"Wait you shouldn't be moving, you aren't strong enough." Even though his tone sounded like he was insulting you, you figured Todoroki was just trying to be nice in his own way, seeing as you were standing now but still shaking.

"Thanks but I'm okay." You unsteadily walked over to Izuku and crouched down next to him trying to see if he was okay, but he didn't want your help.

"I couldn't do anything, I wasn't able.. You had to save me.. I wasn't able to help you AllMight!" Before you could answer AllMight spoke up.

"That isn't true, you bought me a few vital seconds. If not for that I'd be dead now. Thank you Midoriya you've saved me once again. Thank you both." He smiled.

"Thank you, AllMight!" Izuku started to cry. "I'm just so glad you're okay."

AllMight looked different, and you couldn't describe it. He looked softer, and not just in attitude. His muscles weren't as defined and his face thinner. Before you had any chance to figure it out a wall pushed you away from Izuku and AllMight, and you were lightly tossed back towards Kirishima who had been running over.

"Hey you guys are you-Oh shit (y/n)!" He lifted you and looked towards Cementoss. He gave you both a firm look.

"For your safety, please stay back children, and join your classmates at the front gate. Leave those two to us, we will take care of them." You looked at each other before nodding in your teachers direction.

"Uh yes sir." Heading back towards were Bakugou and Todoroki were waiting, Kirishima informed them that it was best to start heading back to the gates.

Bakugou scowled at you when you both walked up to the group, leaning on Kirishima for support.

"That was really fucking stupid of you to do idiot." You smiled back, ignoring his insults.

"Maybe, but as long as I got to save someone, it doesn't matter what happens."

"IDIOT OF COURSE IT MATTERS, YOU WERE JUST ANOTHER BODY GETTING IN ALLMIGHT'S WAY!" 

"Why are you so worried Bakugou, she was badass wasn't she!" Kirishima grinned.

"WHO THE FUCK SAID I WAS WORRIED DAMMIT, SHUT THE HELL UP ALL OF YOU."

You laughed, making your way upstairs with the two boys bickering over your head while you were still using Eijiro as a balance. Getting to the top, you saw just about all of your classmates and felt better that no harm had befallen them. You felt a body crash into yours as the breath was knocked out of your lungs, being forced to the ground and letting go of kirishima's arm. 

"I'm so glad you're okay (y/n)!" Mina was crying above you, and you pat her head to calm her down. 

"Hey hey it's alright, I'd be better if you weren't crushing me though." She jumped up and apologized, you laughed her off as you clutched your head. The world spinning.

"Oh no I'm sorry, are you okay?" She grabbed your cheeks in her hands and smooshed them together, making your lips look like ones of a fish, before scrubbing away at the dried blood that you almost forgot was there. 

"Yesh." You got out, swatting her hands away. "I just need some water, my body is using what it can to cool off so I need to make sure I don't lose too much water, otherwise I'll faint." 

The teachers walked all of the students out, and you were handed a bottle of water by the police who were just arriving outside. You chugged three of them like they were nothing before you felt better, standing next to Mina and Ochaco as an officer was doing a headcount.

"17, 18, 19, 20.. Well it looks as if you all are unharmed, with the exception of that boy whose legs are all messed up."

You crossed your arms, looking at Ochaco who had a worried look on her face. You put a comforting hand on her shoulder and smiled. 

"I'm sure he'll be okay, that kid is always breaking some bones."

"Yeah I guess so," she nodded, "but wait, (y/n) weren't you there too with all of them? What happened? How did he break his legs?"

"Uh well, he used his strength and sent it to his legs I guess, and when he pushed off they just broke."

"Let's get these kids back to the main campus." The detective called out, "We should give them time to rest before we question them, they've been through a lot."

"Detective what about Mr. Aizawa?" Tsuyu hopped over towards the man. He looked over at her and pulled out his phone.

"Let's see shall we? I'll call the doctor on the case. When the doctor answers the phone is put on speaker and you hold your breath.

"Well, I'll be honest with you all. The bones in his arms are splintered, and he has facial fractures. Thankfully there seems to be no serious brain trauma, but.. his orbital floor has almost been completely destroyed. There's no way of knowing if he will be able to see once he wakes up.  "

"Well, you heard the man."

"Ribit.."

"Not his eyes.."

"Uh!" Mina walked up, "Sir what about Thirteen?"

"There's no need to worry, despite a few nasty lacerations to the back, Thirteen is going to pull through good as new" 

"And AllMight?" You wondered sheepishly, knowing not everyone saw how hard he fought, so some may question why you're worrying about the number one Pro Hero. But you couldn't help it, your memory flashing to his smaller form, even though you only saw it for a second, and he didn't look too different, there was something that just wasn't right.

"He's also without any serious injuries, he's at the nurses office right now, since all he needs is a quick pick me up from Recovery Girl and he should be A-okay!"

"How about Deku?"

"How's Midoriya?" Izuku's two friends wondered at the same time, both of their eyes drawn in worry.

"Mido-ah, Recovery Girl is taking care for him too, he should be fine!"

Little sighs of relief spreads out among the crowd at the knowledge of everyone's safety and that this was finally over.

"Now, let's get you back to class!" 

"Okay!"

"Sanza, I have some business to attend to in the nurse's office, I'll leave this to you!"

"Yes sir!" A cat replied.

"Wait what?" You mutter.

"It's a cat?" Mina said back.

"Awh look at his bell!" Ochaco gushed.

You were about to board when you saw Bakugou staring at the building, firsts clenched at his sides.

"Bakugou come on!" You shouted, trying to wave him over.

"Yeah lets go man, we're going back to class now!" Kirishima helped you out.

"Yeah yeah, I heard him you idiots." He replied, walking up and getting in right after you.

You all sat on the bus and made the slow ride back to the school, and it was already sunset when you finally arrived. You went to the locker rooms and changed out of your hero costumes, enjoying the peace you felt back in the safety of your school. Your mind kept drifting back to your battle, and you only had pride. It wasn't a common occurrence first years got to see big pro heroes in action, or try to take on big bad guys yourselves and make it out alive. 

You walked out of the locker area, and felt a small pain in your shoulder. Rolling up your shirt, you remember you had to burn yourself. You just stared at your arm and saw the messy patchwork you did to keep yourself from bleeding. Drifting into your thoughts as you traced it. It stung a little more when you did so but you ignored the feeling, just thinking about how it was going to leave a nasty scar. 

"Hey don't worry about it, I think it looks really cool! Battle scars yea?" You heard Kirishima say, walking out of the lockers with Kaminari in tow.

 You dropped your arm and sheepishly rubbed the back of your neck, an awkward chuckle leaving your lips.

"Uh yea, I'm sure it won't bother me too much once it's healed up."

"I think it looks sexy as hell so don't worry your pretty head!" Kaminari winked, causing you to roll your eyes.

"You're all in the fucking way. Move." Looking back, Bakugou was glaring at you all. 

His eyes quickly looked down, right at your shoulder, and you couldn't help but move your sleeve down to cover it and look away. You heard a grunt before Bakugou brushed past you.

"Stop fucking worrying about it, you keep messing with it and it will get ugly."

You gave a smile as you watched him go till he was out of sight, looking back to the other two boys, smile growing. 

"Yea he's right, if I keep messing with it it'll remind me of your face Denki and I couldn't handle it." 

"Hey what! I'm not ugly!" Laughs filled the halls as well as Kaminari's whining. Leaving the school hallways you all left the school and accompanied one another to the station before going your separate ways.

The following day school was closed, you assumed they wanted to give the students, teachers, parents, and media alike a chance to rest before anything blew up. The media being the scavengers they were, reported the U.S.J attack and played it on repeat, knowing it was causing some uneasiness among civilians. 

Your father was proud at you when you told him everything that had happened, but was worried that you were put into the situation in the first place. You didn't tell him when you rushed head first to take the attack for Izuku, you knew his heart wouldn't be able to handle how reckless you acted.  It was reckless, but it was for a good cause and you weren't ashamed. 

You spent your day off training rather than relaxing, the whole incident wanting you to get stronger. The entire night before you found it difficult to sleep, as the events played out in your mind. At first you felt accomplished, but now you felt sick. You were weak, and unable to do much. You might've been able to help someone else, but you weren't able to save yourself.

Without the help from one of the U.A teachers, you don't know what could have happened. You learned from Tsu on the bus ride home that the boss villain had a quirk called Decay. Whenever he touched something it turned whatever it was into dust. That it happened to Mr. Aizawa's elbow, and you didn't know how to react.

That hand had almost touched your face, and you were helpless to stop it. You were way too vulnerable and useless, and you barely did anything to help. You only managed to get in the way of the Pros. It made you feel sick, and you could still hear that disgusting laughter echoing in your head. So your trained and trained and trained some more. Just on your physical body, since you and your father's home-made gym wasn't the best for your hot quirk.

Nighttime rolled around too fast, before you knew it, you were wishing your father a goodnight and trudging upstairs to get some well needed shut eye. You went to bed with hopes of more training tomorrow at school, a new wish on your mind. 

'I have to become stronger, not just for the sake of others, but for myself now. So I can always have the opportunity to protect someone, no matter what.'

At school the next morning, you sat at your desk, not knowing which teacher would be walking through that door, seeing as Aizawa was still in recovery.

"We're totally big deals," Kaminari's voice cuts through your thoughts, "we're basically celebrities."

"Yeah it's kinda crazy right?" Kirishima said.

"Get over yourselves, the hero course that pumps out heroes was attacked and that's what they care about." Jirou grumbled back, annoyed at being seating right next the blonde and hearing his loud voice next to her sensitive ears. 

The class continued to talk as you leaned back in you chair, trying to think of any teacher who would be coming in.

"Who knows what would've happened to us if the teachers hadn't shown up." 

"WHY'D YOU SAY IT LIKE THAT? I'M GOING TO PISS MYSELF JUST THINKING ABOUT IT" Poor Mineta, his cowardly shouts could probably be heard all through the school.

"OH SHUT UP AND GROW A PAIR LOSER!" And then there was Bakugou, of course.

"Did you guys see AllMight fighting the bird guy?" Sato asked excitedly while throwing punches in the air, "that dude was super strong but he still destroyed him!"

"Yes his strength is truly a thing of wonder." Tokoyami mused from next to him.

When the door swung open, everyone stopped talking to see Iida rush in, a stern look on his face.

"Attention home room class is about to begin, everyone stop talking and take your seats!" 

"Uh Iida, we're already sitting?" You sweat dropped at his enthusiasm. 

"Yeah you're the only one standing."

He pouted, and sat in his desk with his head down as if he was ashamed.

"I wonder who is coming to teach class today!" Mina wondered, having to have Tsu push her up as she almost fell backwards from leaning on her chair.

"I've been wondering all morning, " You spoke out, " He's still injured so there's no way he could be here today, I wonder which teacher is going to be taking over."

As soon as finished, the door opened once more, showing a man wrapped in bandages.

"Of course I can be here today, good morning class." 

"Mr. Aizawa what are you doing here!" The class bellowed at the same time, looks of shock on worry on everybody's face.

"Wow what a pro.." Denki mumbled. Kirishima just laughed, talking about how manly Aizawa was. "Mr. Aizawa I'm glad you're okay!" Iida shouted, and when you looked at all the wrappings on Aizawa, you knew he wasn't okay.

"You're walking around like a zombie, you should be at home, or even the hospital, resting up!" You exclaimed.

"My well being is irrelevant. What's more important is that your fight isn't over yet.."

The class started to whisper, wondering what he meant, the talk of more villains made people grow anxious, until Aizawa hushed you guys with his next sentence.

"The U.A Sports Festival is about to start."

"YES!" Kirishima's outburst made you jump, you were excited too but you didn't think anyone could be that happy about it right now with everything going on. The rest of the class sighed in relief at not having to deal with anymore criminals.

"LET'S GO KICK SOME ASSSS!" Denki's hand was shoved over Kirishima's mouth, pushing him to sit down.

"Wait a sec,"

"Is it a good idea to hold the sports festival so soon after the attack?"

"It could cause some anxiety, seeing as we'd all be in the same place. Most people would worry don't you think?" You bit your lip.

"I guess the administration believes this is a good way to show the threat has been dealt with and the school has been safe. Plus there's going to be more security compared to past years festival. "

"This event is a huge opportunity for all U.A. students, it's not something we can just cancel because of a few villains." 

You lost yourself in thought again, ignoring the speech Aizawa was giving about the sports festival and its importance. You already knew that not only did it provide entertainment to people from around the world, but that this was an amazing opportunity for people to get scouted, or even for other kids from different departments to join the hero course. Another importance was that your dad was going to be there, watching you in person. You were going to win no matter what.

"You have one chance a year, and three chances in a lifetime. You better not slack off on your training."

"Yes sir!"

"Class is dismissed."

After the rest of your morning classes, the midday break came. Most kids walked out to go enjoy their lunch, but you weren't that hungry so you stayed in the classroom along with a few other students.

"That villain stuff sucked sure, BUT I'M SO PUMPED FOR THESE GAMES."

"If we put on a good show, we're basically on the road to being pros!" Sero agreed with Kirshima, both boys having shit-eating grins on their face at the thought.

"Yea this is why I'm even here in the first place!" Sato punched a fist into an open palm, determination swirling in his eyes.

"Yes, we have so few chances we have to make this count." Tokoyami sighed.

"Well good luck to you all," You stretched your hands above your head, a smirk forming. "Because my goal is to come out on top, so you'll have to deal with me."

"Ha! Like I'm going to lose to you again (y/n)" Kirishima playfully glared, cracking his knuckles and crossing his arms.

"Just don't come cryin' to me when I'm the one to kick your ass got it."

"Oh okay tough guy, trash talk isn't becoming of you. We'll see who kicks whose ass in the games alright?"

"You're on, I have no worries cause a shorty like you couldn't beat a manly guy like me." 

"What'd I say about trash talk huh punk?" You jumped up and grabbed Kirishima into a headlock, giving him a noogie.

 He tried wiggling out of your grasps but you laughed like a maniac and held him tighter. You didn't see the blush on his face when you squeezed him against your chest. 

"Ah (y/n) I think you're killing him." Sero sweat dropped as you gave one last good knuckle rub before releasing him. Kirishima's cheeks a bright pink as he pouted and looked away, trying to fix his hair.

"Awh c'mon Eijiro don't be embarrassed, I didn't mess up your hair that bad."

"It wasn't that.." You heard him whisper, and you were going to ask what he meant when Ochaco's fierce shout caught you off guard.

"EVERYONE I'M GOING TO DO MY BEST!"

You heard the group she was standing with offer small agreements, before she turned to face you, eyes narrowed.

"I SAID, I'M GOING TO DO MY BEST!" You raised your fist to match hers, walking to Midoriya to ask him what was going on.

"What was that all about?" You whispered, still watching her freak out and yelling crazily.

"I have no idea." He sighed out, a small smile on his face anyways. You threw your arm around his shoulders, a smile on your lips as well.

"Either way it's endearing to see her that way, guess we'll all have to do our best, huh?" Izuku flushed heavily, wobbling on his feat as you swear you saw steam coming out of his ears.

"Ye-yeah uh of- totally yea HAHA!" 

"Wanna get lunch together?" You giggled as the question seemed to put him even more of a flurry of embarrassment, so you grabbed Ochaco's hand to still her from her ranting.

"Let's get lunch yea?" She quickly agreed, and you walked out together while Iida and Izuku followed. 

On the way to the lunch hall, you couldn't help the question that slipped past your lips.

"Hey Ochaco? What made you want to come to U.A. to be a pro hero?" 

She flushed now, as all three sets of eyes were trained on her. She twirled her fingers together before stopping and facing you all.

"Oh well, because.. I want to make lots of money!"

"For the money? You want to become a Pro Hero to be rich?" Izuku was shocked, and Ochaco scratched her head nervously, looking away almost ashamed.

"Well if I'm being blunt then yea, I know it sounds pretty greedy, you guys have such high ambitions, I hope you don't think less of me now.." She looked over at you, "At least I think I know what you want, I don't think you've ever told me why you want to be a hero (y/n)-chan." 

The guys looked at you as well, seeing if you'd answer.

"Well if I'm the one being honest now, I want to be a Pro to show my dad and everyone around me I have what it takes to protect them and keep them safe, no matter what. BUT you're goal is really great too, self perseverance isn't something to be ashamed of."

"Yeah! Perfectly admirable to support your well being!" Iida enthusiastically agreed, waving his arms frantically. 

"It's just surprising as all." Izuku chimed in.

"Well you see, my family owns a construction company, and it really isn't getting a lot of business right now so we're flat broke. It's pretty embarrassing."

"Construction huh?" You thought.

"Oh I bet if you got licensed you could save your family a lot with your quirk!"

"Right! She could sell all the heavy lifting equipment!" You continued a thoughtful smile thrown towards Izuku.

"Because she'd be able to float everything!" Iida smirked.

"I know right! That's what I've been telling my dad since I was a kid! But he's always told me not to worry about it, he wants me to follow my own dreams. But my dream is to help them! To become a pro, sign with a good agency and make lots of money. So that way I can let my parents have an easy life!"

The three of you gaped at her in amazement and you couldn't resist pulling her into a hug while Iida clapped in the background.

"Awh Ochaco I bet every agency is going to want you! Heck, maybe my dad will take you on!" You ooped as you caught yourself. You weren't ashamed of being the daughter of one of the Top 10 Heroes, but people always held expectations so you tried to do everything you could without help from your dad.

"Your dad?" She questioned, "Who is your dad?" You scratched your cheek, a nervous giggle leaving your lips.

"uh you'll see him at the festival, it'll be a surprise until then!" 

Trying to change the subject, you were about to drag them off to lunch until a booming voice caught you all off guard.

"YOUNG MIDORIYA!" AllMight bellowed out, that ever present grin stretching his face.

"Wanna eat lunch with me?" He questioned, holding up a tiny sack lunch. You and Ochaco giggled, saying how cute it was. Once Midoriya followed AllMight, the rest of the group went to the lunch room and stood in line.

"I wonder what AllMight wanted Deku for?"

"Well Midoriya tried to jump in and take down some of the villains AllMight was facing, did he not Hakamata?" 

"Yeah he did, before I shoved him away he was going straight towards those guys, the idiot." 

"Oh, maybe it was a cute way to thank him! Or hey remember what Tsu said, about how their quirks are so similar? Maybe AllMight wants to take Deku as a type of mini sidekick! That'd be so cool!" 

As they talked excitedly about the idea of Deku training to be AllMight's sidekick, you felt a stare and turned to cold eyes staring into yours. The different colors memorized you for a moment before he turned away. You wondered what Todoroki was staring at you all for, but you couldn't cut in line to ask him so you left it alone for now. Planning on asking later.

It was after lunch and afternoon classes when you were packing your bag to leave for the day, the commotion of different students outside of your door made you stop. You walked over after your bag was packed and stared, just like they were doing to all of you.

You felt like an animal in the zoo, having so many eyes trained on you, no words, only mutterings between the other students. 

"Do you have some sort of business with our class?" Iida asked, glasses glinting as you figured he activated his class rep quirk, ready to be official and strict. 

"I won't let you hold us in here-"

"They're scouting of the competition you idiots." Bakugou cut Mineta off, walking straight towards the door with no fear, glaring at the sea of eyes looking back at him.

"We're the class that survived a real villain attack, of course they want to see us with their own eyes. At least now you know what a future pro looks like, now move it extras!"

"Bakugou that's a little rude, even if they are being rude themselves and staring at us if we're here for their entertainment." You huffed walking to stand next to him, narrowing your eyes when you saw a flash of purple move towards the front.

"So this is the famous class 1-A, I heard you guys were impressive, but you just sound like an ass." He was staring at Bakugou, who's eyes hardened at the newcomer daring to speak to him. 

Tired purple eyes didn't flinch at the hard look, before turning to look at you.

"Is everyone in the hero course delusional?" Eyes wandered back to Bakugou, a small smirk ghosting his lips, "or just you?" 

You could feel Bakugou's annoyance radiating off of him in waves, and was that a vein popping out of his neck?

"HUH?!" 

"How sad it is to come here and find a bunch of egomaniacs." His eyes bore into yours.

"I wanted to be in the hero course, but like many others here I was forced to choose a different path, such is life I guess. " Bakugou tch'd, not caring about the sob story, while you didn't care either, his eyes were still staring into yours and they weren't blinking, you felt slightly uncomfortable but didn't let it show. You also didn't catch the way Bakugou's eyes drifted between the two of you, since you were trying to win this unspoken game of you blink you lose.

"I didn't cut it the first time around, but I have another chance. You see, if any of us-"

"We get it." You cut him off sharply, eyes narrowing. "If you do well enough they can consider a transfer into the hero program, and if there isn't enough room and you're better than someone already in, the other is out. But the jokes on you , because we aren't going to let that happen, we'll all be bringing our A-game"

"You better bring yours too if you think you have a chance against us." You finished, and saw how he smirked at you, his tired eyes finally blinking in a silent lose.

"I'm looking forward to it doll." 

 you huffed, thinking to yourself.

"Don't call me tha-"

"Hey you!" Another voice butt in, causing everyone to look towards a white haired student, who looked agitated. "I'm from class 1-B right next door, we heard you fought some villains and I came to see if that was true! But I think you're just a bunch of brats who think you're better than us."

"A little late, sorry guy." You said walking off, pushing your way through the crowd to get out. 

"Hey don't ignore me!" You figured he was talking to you but were surprised when you heard Eijiro yell for Bakugou to reply, since he was the one who started it.

Looking behind you, you saw that Bakugou was walking off as well, right behind you. He glanced back, rolling his eyes as he responded to Kirishima.

"These guys don't matter."

"Huh?" Bakugou locked eyes with you, an intense glare, and this stare didn't make you feel as uncomfortable as it did when the purple guy was doing the same thing.

"The only thing that's important is that I beat them." You gulped, but gave a nod and turned back around to keep walking. 

He followed you out, and without thinking you turned your head to look at him but saw purple eyes staring at you instead, the rest of the eyes a blur compared to his. Your face flushed as you snapped your head forward and gritted your teeth. That guy made you angry and you had no idea why his stare left you feeling cold, not even the icy looks of Todoroki did that. 

"Just so you know," Bakugou spoke up, not sparing you a glance as he shoved his hands in his pockets, "I do plan on winning, and you're one of my targets got that? I won't be going easy on you glitter bomb."

You smirked, giving him a cheeky thumbs up while responding.

"I wouldn't dream of it Bakugou, let's do our best!"

[tardisinhogsmeade]

Title: I Have Got You, It's Gonna Be Okay

Chapter 4: How Did You Manage to Piss Off Lupin?

Pairing: Remus x OC

It was finally the last class of the week, Defense Against the Dark Arts. Lupin looked slightly tense today. There were dark bags under his eyes. He was rather jumpy. He sat behind his desk and lectured them on non-verbal spells. With half an hour left to the class, he told them to practice among themselves.  

Amelia and Derek smirked at each other. They could already do non-verbal spells. Since both of them had turned 17 over the summer, they had been practicing together. 

They looked at the other students around them. It was fun to see people muttering incantations under their breaths and catching their unsuspecting opponents off guard.

Amelia cast a glance at Lupin, he was moving among the students correcting them when they made mistakes. She noticed he looked distressed and annoyed today. She had almost always seen him with a light playfulness about him. Maybe, he isn't having a good day, she thought.

She soon realized him not having a good day, was a slight understatement. Somebody had hit him with a silent spell and turned his hair a horrendous blue. Amelia had never seen Lupin fuming with anger. She could even see him mouthing swearwords. She couldn't make out what exactly, but the irritated frown on his face left no doubt to what he was muttering. A couple of students around him were giggling and Lupin snapped at them and docked off 5 points from all of them effectively wiping off their smiles. He walked away muttering the counter curse to turn his hair brown again. 

Amelia stared, surprised at the exchange. She thought about how gentle and kind he had seemed at the train. How she had always seen him smiling and chatting with other teachers during meals. She had heard the Weasley Twins had tried to prank him twice during the first week but he had forestalled their pranks and walked away laughing. What was wrong with him today?

Amelia felt Derek nudging her before she heard Lupin’s voice.

“Mr Williams, Why don’t you shoot a hex at Miss Oswald, while she tries to deflect it, non-verbally, of course.” Lupin said from behind her. Amelia turned around and tipped back her head to look at his face. He was standing so close to her, she could smell the coffee on his breath. He had squeezed himself between the desk and Amelia in trying to get to them where they stood near the window of the overcrowded classroom as all the students had shuffled out of their desk and into the aisles between to practice.

Lupin was towering over her, looking down at her. Man, he was tall! Up close, Amelia could see the lines of his face mixed with old scars. He looked exhausted. She could feel a thought forming in the back of her mind, but she felt herself flush as the realization of how close they were standing stuck her. She took a step away from him, but only ended up tripping over her bag that lay against the wall. Lupin’s hand instantly shot out to steady her by firmly holding on to her right upper arm. She flushed deeper murmuring an apology. She could feel Lupin’s hand resting against the fabric of her sleeve. She could feel the warmth from his hand even through her sweater. Was he feverish? Amelia’s eyes widened as realization finally hit her. 

Something snapped in Lupin’s face as he saw Amelia gasp. He withdrew his hand sharply as if he had burned himself. 

Derek murmured “Are you ready?” before taking up the dueling position in front of her. Amelia turned to face him full on and nodded steadily at her friend. They had practiced this over the summer. Derek gracefully waved his wand to hex her in a fluid motion and she waved hers in return and put up a shield between them. Lupin frowned. "Have you guys done this before?”

Derek chuckled. He had clearly missed the sharp note in Lupin’s voice. “Yeah, we have been practicing non-verbal spells over the break.” Amelia instantly shot him a will-you-shut-up glare. But the damage was done. It didn’t go unnoticed by Lupin.

“Are you aware that you are not allowed to use magic outside of school, particularly potentially dangerous magic like the ones imvolved in dueling?” Lupin said in a stern voice.

Amelia hastily replied, “No, Professor, you misunderstand. We both came of age over the summer. And we were always supervised by our parents when we practiced.” 

Lupin pressed his lips together. He walked away without another word. 

“What was that about?” Derek said. 

“I don’t know. I have never seen him so riled up. He is just so composed usually.” Amelia mused.  Thinking about what had just passed between them, Amelia looked around the classroom. She saw Eddie sneakily shooting hexes here and there. people had no idea what was hitting them. She groaned as she saw him turn his head absent mindedly. He caught her looking at him.

"Missing me, darling?" Eddie said in a sing song voice.

"How do you still have the audacity to speak to me, you piece of shit?" Amelia shot at him. They had had a rather nasty break up last year when she had caught him cheating on her with his fellow Slytherin friend.

"Still on our high hippogriff, are we?" Eddie smirked. "Need I remind you about your little Hufflepuff Quidditch pal?"

Arghh. Yes, that had happened too. They both had cheated on each other in the same party. Though Eddie's side fling had been going on for a month at least, Amelia's was a result of an extra shot of firewhiskey and Eddie's mysterious disappearance during her drunken, horny stupour.

Amelia was seething with anger. Once the truth was out in the open, a fierce shout down had followed, but that had been it. She had yet to have her revenge for being kept in the dark for a month. Now seemed as good a time as any. As Amelia steadied herself to shoot a curse at Eddie, she could faintly feel Derek tugging at her sleeve to get her attention. Without thinking, she shot a silent body bind curse at Eddie. Either he hadn't expected her to react this way or he just wasn't quick enough to defend himself, but the moment the curse hit him, he toppled to the floor with a resounding thug.

Lupin rushed over to him and did the counter curse and then stared straight at her. Amelia was taken aback by the anger she saw in his eyes. 

“I saw that, Oswald. Detention. Stay back after class.” He shot at her from across the classroom. Lupin seemed enraged.  

She turned to look at Derek.

"Don't look at me like that. I tried to warn you that he was watching us. But you were off to youra angry la la land." He shrugged. "Did you at least get it out of your system?"

Amelia smiled. "Kind of. Almost worth pissing off Lupin." She didn't want to say it to Derek or even accept it to herself but being told off by Lupin and having his angry stare directed at her, affected her deeply.

The shuffle of footsteps signaled the end of the class. Clara swallowed.

As the last students emptied the classroom, Clara slowly made her way to Lupin’s desk. Her school bag slung on her left shoulder and her right arm lazily placed in her pocket. She was determinedly looking anywhere but at Lupin. She approached his desk and stopped. He motioned for her to take the chair opposite his desk. She sat down gingerly placing her bag next to her on the floor.

“Do you think it is funny to hex your classmates? Do you think it makes you appear stronger? Is this what you have been practicing over the summer? Let me make something very clear, I will not tolerate bullying in my class. If I ever catch you again, you will be getting more than just a detention, Ms Oswald.” Lupin spat at her. His words laced with venom. 

Clara’s embarrassment soon gave way to anger. Who did he think he was, coming in and judging her like that? Is this what he thought of her, a bully? Just because he hadn't been paying attention when Eddie was bullying others, doesn't mean he can put off all the blame on her. She tried to keep the anger out of her voice as she carefully chose her words.

“He started it. He was hexing other students left right and centre. Just because you didn't see him doesn't mean he wasn't doing it. Also, just so you know, It was him who turned your hair blue. Next time you decide to brand somebody a bully, may be get all the facts first.”

Okay. Maybe not the best of words.

"Oh and I suppose that justifies your behavior?" Lupin said in a high voice. He made her response sound childish. "Look, I am not about to have this discussion with you. If you are old enough to practice magic outside school, you are old enough to face the consequences of misusing magic."

Amelia opened her mouth to respond but he raised his hand to silence her. 

“I expect to see you in my office tomorrow at sharp 5 pm to serve your detention.” Lupin snarled at her.

“Fine!” She spat at him. She picked her bag and quickly walked out the door shaking with anger. 

During dinner that night, Amelia filled in her team members about why they have to change the timings for their Quidditch practice tomorrow.

“But what did you even do? Lupin is like the sweetest person ever. How did you manage to annoy him enough to give you detention?” Harry interjected.

“I am actually offended that it is you Lupin has given detention and not us. He has just been a week here and he already has the reputation of the Buddha. The man just doesn’t seem to get angry.” George said.

Fred continued, “We have been trying to pull pranks on him from the first day. Not only has he seen through and side-stepped each and every prank of ours, but he has done it with such a good humor that we have been having a hard time to get him to raise his voice at his, let alone give us detention over a weekend.”

Amelia was shocked. Has she really been the first student to get detention from the saintly Lupin?

“I don’t know, man. I really didn’t do anything. Eddie had the hex coming to him. It wasn't my fault. Lupin totally overreacted. I think all the pressure and discomfort of the new job he was been keeping bottled up through the week, just exploded in his last class for the week. I think he was tired of being nice to everyone all week, and just lost all his shit at me,” Amelia said. Even as complained, she knew there was more to Lupin's outburst than this.

Derek, who had been oddly silent throughout this discussion, now said pensively, nodding in the general direction of the teachers’ table, “I think, he regrets it. He looks like he has just been told that he has a terminal illness. His plate’s still full.”

Together, they all turned to look at Lupin. And true to Derek’s words he was merely pushing around the food on his still full plate. As if he felt all the eyes looking at him, he looked up from his plate. The group of Gryffindors hastily shifted their eyes away from him, everyone looking anywhere else other than the teacher’s table or each other.

Amelia slowly turned her head back towards the table. From the corner of her eye, she saw a figure getting up from his chair, walking up to Dumbledore and bending down to say something to him. She angled her head for a better view, but still avoiding to look at him directly. She could no longer keep her eyes away when she saw him finally exit the Great Hall from the door behind the teacher’s table. But he hadn’t even eaten anything?

Later that night, Amelia found herself sitting by the window in the Gryffindor common room with her Charms book and essay lying in her lap. She couldn’t get the image of Remus’ dejected face out of her head. Did he get some bad news? Or was this his reaction to realizing how unfair he had been in his treatment of her? She felt some of her anger leave her at the second thought. Surely, it wasn’t such a big deal for him to lose his appetite over? Amelia always got at least one detention a month every year. But Remus didn’t know that. Even if he is sad about having a go at her, that still doesn’t take away the fact that he has ruined her Saturday. Not only has he eaten into her time for Quidditch practice, but now she had to less time in the library to look up the potion for her father. The Full Moon was on Monday and she has been trying to make a potion that would make the pre-transformation days a little less painful for her father. She just can’t bear to see his pale face and sunken, sad eyes everytime the full moon approached. She is just going to have to get up early in the morning tomorrow to sneak into the library and research about a strengthening potion. She can then brew it tomorrow after the detention, let it sit over the night and owl it to her father on Sunday morning. This detention will really cut into a lot of her time. Whether Lupin regretted his actions or not, she was going to give him hell in the detention tomorrow.