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yandere-daydreams · 6 years ago

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oh hell yeah requests are open! can i get a yandere izuku, shinsou, and todoroki with a quirkless vigilante please? I feel like vigilantes just don't get enough love and that bums me out :/ btw i love your blog!!

I’m not caught up on the Vigilantes Side Story, but… we love an underdog here. And I feel like most Heroes would just be so *ready* to fall for this random citizen who keeps following them around.

Shinsou feels for you. Hell, he was almost in the same position.

He’s been called a villain his entire life. He’s worked hard to get where he is, and he doesn’t let himself rest for a minute until he has what he wants. And you’re the same, in a way. You taught yourself to fight, to build weapons and traps out of scrapmetal, to be so amazing without the assistance of quirks or mentors. So, while Shinsou doesn't welcome your help, he doesn’t push away the semi-criminal in a Deku Facemask and an All-Might Hoodie, either.

He lets you work with him, attempting to pry into your personal life whenever he gets the chance. But, your answers were always vague, your responses hesitant and overly thought out (you didn’t trust him, not that many people put their faith in a man with a mind-control quirk). Still, there’s an unspoken relationship between the two of you. A mutual agreement that you had his back, and he had yours.

Until he didn’t.

He can still remember how early it’d been when he got the call, how much he panicked when your name popped up on his screen. He’d practically sprinted to the hospital, lying about being your cousin to get your room number and pushing the confused nurse outside of the room (with the help of his Hero License, of course). You’d been hit with a venomous quirk, one that made it difficult to walk, or eat, or… or do much of anything, actually. All you could do was lay there, smiling weakly as he sat in the stiff, plastic chair next to your bed.

“How are you feeling?” He asks, the question feeling abnormal. You two weren’t close, but… he wants you to be. And if you felt comfortable enough to call Shinsou, you must feel the same way.

And he let you get hurt.

“I’ve been better,” You laugh, lightheartedly leaning into his palm when he leaned down, trying to adjust one of the tubes poking through your skin. You’re paler than you usually are, bags under your eyes and something unnaturally blue running underneath your skin. Shinsou couldn’t help but stare, wondering if this could’ve been avoided if he’d been there to help you. “But, it should wear off in a couple of days. I just… I couldn’t think of anyone else who knew about my hobby.”

“Don’t worry, idiot. You know I’m not here to tell on you.” At this, you relax, your eyes finally leaving the door. It was a small gesture, but… you trusted him. The thought both excited and terrified Shinsou. On one hand, you trusted him! Enough to ask him to pick you up, and enough to let him see you in such a vulnerable state. But… you’d trusted him, and he’d let you down. He’d let you go around, pretending you were stronger than you were and letting you put yourself in danger. Over, and over, and over until something really fucking bad happened.

And Shinsou needs to make up for that. He needs to prove that he can look out for you, that you’d be safe with him. If you two went on like this, you’d lose your trust in him. And that would be a… a problem. For Shinsou, at least.

…you’d be like this for two days.

He had two days to work something out.

And Shinsou wasn’t the type of person who’d let a problem go un-fixed.

Izuku would be honored... despite your decision having nothing to do with him.

He’s the Number-One Hero… and your boyfriend, probably. Or he acts like he is, regardless of the status of your real relationship. And with his clinginess, it doesn’t take him much time to figure out what you do in your spare time, where you go when you should be crawling home to see your loving, loving partner. And even if he should have some reservations, he couldn’t approve of your illegal activities more.

Whether or not you tell him, Izuku knows your routes in a matter of days, lining up your schedule with his own patrols until it’s impossible for you two to avoid each other. He does everything he can think of to make himself look heroic in front of you, swooping in whenever you seem to be struggling, scooping you up in his arms for inquisitive reporters and rambling about how you two should design your costumes together, anything to make you two look like the power-couple of the century.

Honestly, he doesn’t even acknowledge how much danger that kind of publicity puts you in. One picture of your face or a mention of your real name could land you in jail, but Izuku still goes around, testing his limits and pretending everything is fine, even if there’s a copy of your ‘wanted’ poster in his office. And if you try to complain, asking him to please be more careful, he’ll just laugh, telling you he’s too proud for that.

Izuku wants to believe you’re doing this because of him. You’re following in his footsteps! You’re trying to be a hero! And you just look so cute while doing it! Anything that doesn’t go along with that fantasy has to be fake. Why would you be doing this if you aren’t trying to impress him?

And Izuku has to live up to your expectations! Even if that means sitting you down, and explaining that no, you’re not allowed to move out of his apartment just because he’s ‘stalking you’, and yes, he’s going to take pictures of you sleeping in an over-sized Deku T-shirt even if you beg him to stop. And if taking a reasonable approach doesn’t work… well, he’s still a Hero.

Villians owe him favors. Powerful, dangerous villains that even a vigilante won’t be able to handle when they’re off-guard. You might be scared, and you might need someone a little more capable to run in and take care of you. You might be a little more grateful after that, too.

Izuku loves how heroic you are, that’s a fact. But, he needs you to look up to him. And even if you don’t, he’ll make sure that you have to. If you keep trying to get away from him, you won’t have a choice for very long.

And Shoto… Shoto wouldn’t care if you were another Pro-Hero. He wants what he wants, regardless of your other priorities.

His feelings around you are still the same, even if you’re his self-proclaimed ‘damage control’. He’s not surprised that one of the city’s vigilantes decided to follow him, rescuing citizens and keeping an eye on collateral damage while Shoto tried to freeze everything in sight. And, while he doesn’t need a masked stranger with a flame-thrower trailing him like a second shadow, he doesn’t particularly care enough to stop you. As long as you aren’t hurting anyone.

It’s a mindset Shoto is fond of... until he finds out you’re doing the same thing for Tokoyami, at least.

And Uraraka.

And Bakugo.

You help damn-near everyone, apparently. Shoto wouldn’t be able to name the reason why he’s jealous, you’ve only talked a handful of times, but he is. He doesn’t like the idea of you spending time with other heroes, putting yourself in danger for other heroes. You’re his sidekick, his annoyance, his reason to be a little more careful. You don’t get to spread yourself out, acting like anyone is worth your time.

He does the only thing you can think of, waiting until you show yourself during one of his patrols. Shoto lashes out quickly, barely giving you time to avoid a wave of flames. Shoto won’t explain himself, he won’t even speak until he catches one of your legs in his ice, pinning you down and getting a hold on your hair, forcing you to meet his eyes. “Is this what you wanted? Were you trying to make me into a villain?” When you don’t answer, finding one of the combat knives on your belt and desperately trying to chip away at the ice trapping you, his grip just gets tighter, Shoto pulling at your scalp as he speaks. “Do you think you can just go around, making me feel-”

Shoto never gets to finish his rant. Quickly, you raise your combat knife, driving the blade into his thigh without a hint of reluctance. Reflexively, he released you, letting you pry yourself free and run off while he just tried to stop the bleeding. Of course, Shoto was… surprised. Heroes and Villains don’t fight with normal weapons. They fought with quirks, and theatrics, and flare. No one just stabs their enemy.

But, Shoto still knows what he wants. And next time, he knows to take care of your toys before showing you where you belong.

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romantlcdemon · 7 years ago

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I Know I’m Wrong, But I Can’t Help Believing

Aizawa Shouta/Present Mic (Yamada Hizashi) ; TRAITOR AU ; Traitor!Present Mic

Link: Read it on AO3

Word count: 3630

Summary:

“Yamada Hizashi.” “Huh?” “That will be your name for the entirety of this operation. You best get accustomed to it.”

He was born a villain. He was given both a mission and a new identity. This fic follows the life of “Yamada Hizashi” leading up to his exposure as the traitor of UA.

30 years ago.

He doesn’t remember the start of it. Not that it really mattered. His parents had been villains, good ones too.

25 years ago.

He grew up knowing villains the way other kids knew heros. Indoctrination is a funny thing, always a double-edged sword. Of course, villains did tend to be more disagreeable people than heros, and internal conflicts were common-- but his parents didn’t neglect him. They protected him well. He lived a good childhood, and grew into a bubbly personality with an enthusiasm that seemed untameable.

22 years ago.

His parents died. He had no extended family, and was instead taken in by the villain organization that his parents had belonged to for years. He learned toughness. He learned what it meant to survive.

15 years ago. Mission start.

“Yamada Hizashi.” “Huh?” “That will be your name for the entirety of this operation. You best get accustomed to it.” “Ah… Yes sir…” He stood in an office, facing opposite of the voice that addressed him from behind computer screen static. There was a slight echo in the tall, cold, room, and each sentence was echoed faintly back to him, as if the building itself was some kind of comic book villain’s assistant, nodding and grinning feverishly and repeating every word out its boss’s mouth. Well. Every place has its charm. Just a week prior he’d been alerted of the new mission he would be undertaking, and in the days since he hadn’t gone ten minutes without hearing a new comment on the topic. “Damn lucky kid. You realize how easy you’re gettin’ off with this? While we’re out bustin’ our asses--” “Shut up, shithead. You wouldn’t be able to last a day on undercover work. Constantly gettin’ asked questions you don’t know the answer to, comin’ up with lies on the spot. This kid here, he’s clever. He’s savin’ our asses doin’ this.” “Why’s someone this young being sent on a mission as dangerous as this, though…? How can we trust that he won’t crack under the pressure? He’s not very experienced, you know.” “No, no, it’s because he’s this young that he’s doing this. Haven’t you heard? They’re gonna enroll him in UA. We’re growing an artificial hero from the ground up. What is it those whackjob teachers call them… Eggs? We’re hatching a hero egg. It’s genius, really.” Although the constant talk was annoying, he couldn’t deny that it was all perfectly true. He’d never had a say in the matter from the start. He was the only one under the age of sixteen in the organization, and transferring someone in as a second-year already put them in the position of an outlier, so that was key. His quirk was combat-oriented and he was talented in controlling it-- again, key, because admitting someone upon basis of recommendation would have increased the complexity of the mission tenfold. Now, he received one final comment. “Today you have been made a vital piece of a master plan. You have been entrusted with a great deal of responsibility, but I have faith that you will deliver. Do not prove me wrong.” “Yes, sir.” He bowed his head and turned to exit the room, but was stopped when the voice sounded again. “What is your name, again?” He paused and took a deep breath. “Yamada… Yamada Hizashi.”

14 years ago. First goal: Admittance to UA. Complete.

He poked the mass of dark hair that rested on the desk beside him with the eraser end of his pencil. “Psst.” Five seconds of silence. “Psst.” Five more. “Psssssttt--” “What in God’s name do you want?” A single bloodshot eye glared at him from behind thick locks. “No no, it’s not God’s name that I want, I was wondering what yours is.” He flashed a beaming smile to rival that of a toothpaste model. The glare intensified before returning its focus back to the desk, and he almost thought he wouldn’t receive an answer when a muted grumble reached his ears. “Aizawa Shouta. I’m going back to sleep now.” “Wahh, cool name!! I’m Yamada Hizashi!!"

13 years ago. Second goal: Fit in. Be amiable with members of your class. Complete.

“THE VOICE HERO! PRESENT MIC!!!” He didn’t hesitate a second before scrawling those words in all capital letters on the hand-held blackboard in front of him. He added a few stars around the borders then sat back and stared at it contentedly before stealing a glance at his (self proclaimed) friend next to him. When he saw Aizawa’s board as blank as his expression, Yamada’s jaw dropped in shock. “You still haven’t decided on a name?!!” Not bothering to look back at him, Aizawa droned, “I’m not planning on appearing in any media, so it doesn’t really matter to me.” “All right… Then, how about…” Mic pensively tapped his chin with the end of his pencil, the eraser bouncing off his skin. “ERASERHEAD!!” “Fine, fine, whatever…” Mic scooted his chair over and leaned in close as he watched Aizawa draw the letters with surprisingly neat handwriting. “Ooh… Does this make us matching? I mean. Not really matching, but, we’ll both have hero names that I thought up, so that’s matching in a way, isn’t it?” He turned his head to look at Aizawa, only to realize he was nearly nose-to-nose with his classmate, and for a moment, they stared wide-eyed at each other with equal expressions of surprise. The moment was short-lived, and Aizawa’s surprise quickly shifted to annoyance. He clenched his teeth and hissed, “Do you mind?” Mic couldn’t stop two short giggles from escaping his mouth. “No, I don’t mind, but I’ll back up for your sake anyways.” He returned to his desk, but not without a wink.

12 years ago. Third goal: Become a hero. Complete.

“ERASER!!” He puffed out his chest and pointed his index finger at Aizawa with incredible mock conviction, striking a pose in his new leather jacket and tight vinyl pants, his other hand still toying with the large speaker system now wrapped uncomfortably snug around his neck. “How do I look?! As a pro hero. Wonderful, dashing, right?!” Aizawa, his attention on the paperwork in front of him which would officialize his status as a pro hero, mumbled the reply “No different from always.” The room went silent save for the scratch of Aizawa’s pen against paper, and Mic’s hand fell to his side. Noticing the change in atmosphere, Aizawa paused and looked up to see a faint pink decorating Mic’s cheeks. “Wh-- I meant-- like an idiot. No different from always, you still look like a dunce. Not dashing in the least,” Aizawa hurriedly returned his eyes to the paper, ignoring the way Mic’s eyebrows had raised, and that dumb smile that had just begun to form on his lips, the same smile he always had when Aizawa gave him a compliment, intentional or not. That smile was making an appearance more and more often, lately. Aizawa feigned a cough and brought his arm up to his face, covering the blush that had begun to appear.

10 years ago. Fourth goal: Attain a staff position at UA. Complete.

“SHOUTA!!” He yelled as the apartment door opened, and promptly rushed in, shoving a hand-sized card in Aizawa’s face. “What…” “LOOK AT IT!!” He furiously shook the card, it’s surface tapping against Aizawa’s nose. “How the hell am I supposed to look at anything when you’re waving it like that?” He snatched the card out of his hands, and walked to the kitchen, where he sat on a stool and placed the card on the counter, inspecting it. UA STAFF TEACHER HERO DEPARTMENT PRESENT MIC Aizawa’s eyes widened, and he ran the tip of his finger over the UA insignia printed in the top corner. “When did you…” “Last month!! There was an opening! And I was one of the first applicants, and I got accepted last week, but I wanted to keep it a surprise, and today I finally got the ID…” Aizawa turned and looked at Mic. At his proud smile and eager posture, the way his gloved hands were clenched into excited fists at his side. He couldn’t see his eyes behind his sunglasses, but he knew the way they were crinkling at the corners, bright green irises seemingly sparkling. Mic looked at him too, and saw the way he didn’t blink when those tired eyes scanned him. It was something he’d noticed he’d do when he saw a cute cat too, or when he stared at his favorite painting in the art museum on the other side of the city. It was a beautiful way to look at things. Mic wondered if what he saw was the same thing he did when he looked in the mirror-- a fake, a rat, a villain. He hoped he never saw it. “What?” “H-..Huh?” Mic shook his head, coming back to reality. “Your face got awful serious all the sudden.” Aizawa blinked, his eyebrows lowered. The room was silent for a moment. “Got the shits again?” Mic’s mouth dropped open, then screwed up into a twisted cringe. “THAT WAS TWO WEEKS AGO!! AND IT WAS BECAUSE OF THAT DAMN TAKEOUT!! I TOLD YOU THAT RESTAURANT WAS SKETCHY, I DON’T KNOW WHY YOU LIKE IT SO MUCH!!”

5 years ago. Strike one: Become emotionally involved. Complete.

“Eraserhead, huh…? Congratulations.” Mic twirled the ring around in his hand, rubbing the engraving on the inside. /Always./ He took a pensive breath, slipping the ring on to his finger only to take it off again and resume fidgeting. “... Yeah. Thank you.” The ceremony had been beautiful, outdoors, with just enough breeze from the ocean to take the edge off the summer sun shining bright and golden overhead. Clean white suits, flower petals on the grass. Mic had organized the wedding in its aesthetics, on the condition that Aizawa organized the guest list. Mic had held those rough and scarred hands in his, looked into his dark brown eyes and told him, “I will love you forever.” In that moment, the words were endlessly sincere. Mic’s eyes saw nothing but him, his head thought of nothing but him. A blissful tunnel vision, now torn apart by the accomplice sitting on the worn couch in front of him. Torn, because the man, sneering crookedly and tapping his cigarette over an ashtray, was not congratulating him on his marriage. He was congratulating him on ensnaring himself inextricably deeper into his mission, into his very own lies and tricks and illusions. The way his glossy eyes squinted in the low light spelled a phrase unsaid: “Good fucking luck.”

1 year ago. Strike two: Stray from the objective. Complete.

“Mic.” “Mic.” “M--” Mic jumped, blinking rapidly. A low groan escaped his throat, which was throbbing, raw and sore. He tried to move his hand, and was met with a sharp pain shooting up his arm. Where was he? “Oh thank god…” Midnight sighed deeply, letting go a breath she’d been holding. “I told you he’d be fine. What, did you think I’d lie to you? You think I’m new to this?” Recovery girl replied in a tone of disbelief, quietly shaking her head. Oh. So that’s where he was. That’s what all the blurry white was-- the ceiling of the UA infirmary. He tried moving his hand again, only to have someone else’s cover it, and gently hold it in place. “No, Hizashi. Not yet.” A voice, deep and soft, murmured beside him. Mic turned his head, and found that a stiff, scratchy material restricted the movement of his neck. A brace. “You knocked yourself out pretty good, Mister. I don’t know what you were expecting taking on a villain twice your size all on your own. He was a monster. Not that you’d remember after that bump on your head, though.” It’s true, Mic didn’t remember fighting him. But he remembered the events before. The words that had reached his ears through the grapevine, that his organization would soon be sending an attack to breach the walls of UA. The cold, dense feeling in his gut, the anxiety shaking his fingers for days before he glanced out the window and saw a familiar face walking on the street below him. How had his legs run that fast? His mind had been left three steps behind. Perhaps his sense of pain had, too. The face he’d recognized was that of one of the most powerful grunts he knew, with a muscle manipulation quirk that gave him incredible mass and strength. Mic was no longer confused as to why a bone-deep ache was currently radiating through his entire body. The pain didn’t matter so much after he blinked again, though, when he saw Aizawa’s face mere inches away from his own, his eyebrows knit together in concern, the corners of his mouth curling upwards slowly as Mic met his eyes. “You’re a real idiot, you know.” No kidding. He’d just sent a member of his own association to the slammer. In a dark twist of irony, he’d committed a betrayal within a betrayal and deliberately shut down another mission-- and by extension, compromised his as well. This wasn’t pretty. Well, the situation wasn’t. Aizawa was.

1 month ago. Strike three (You’re out.): Reveal mission. Complete.

“Traitor…” he muttered, inaudible at first. “There’s gotta be a traitor in our midst.” Why did he say that? Why? Even now, he can’t answer that question with confidence. The knowledge of what he was doing, of who he was, was a constant storm above him, raining and pouring. Increasingly each day seemed like monsoon season, and the waters had now reached dangerous levels-- perhaps this was a cry for help. But what help? There’s no lifeguard to pull him out of this one. This guilt isn’t a swimming pool, it’s an ocean. That day the water made a crack in the dam, and before he could register the words coming out, he was defending the hypothesis that would mean the termination of his mission. Maybe that’s what he wanted. Even then, though, he’d had some silly illusion in his head that there was a possible future in which that termination wasn’t something ugly and blood-soaked. That it would just be over, and he could go back home and hang up his jacket and leave the memories outside the door. He would walk down the hall and into the living room and see his Prince Charming laying on the couch with his eyes closed, a hand absentmindedly petting the cat who lay on his belly. Just like that, they’d live happily ever after. But in truth, he knew that he was no star-crossed pure protagonist. He was a villain. And there are no happy endings waiting for him.

1 week ago.

He knew it was coming, and soon. He never returned the looks, but he felt the stares on his back, everywhere he went. He didn’t hear their voices, but he knew the words they spoke when they turned away, what all the topics of the recent meetings had been about, and why his attendance had not been requested. It was inevitable, and perhaps that knowledge was what hurt the most, despite the fact that he’d known it from the start. All things come to an end, for better or for worse. For better or for worse, he still came home that night and smiled with the same toothy grin he’d flashed when they first met eyes all those years ago. The air felt just as heavy in his home as it did everywhere else, but he ignored it, the same way one ignores the pain of a wound as they utter their last words. “I love you, Shouta…” The man in his arms did not reply, but Mic didn’t mind. He knew they both understood the state of the present, and the path of the future. But now, in this moment, all that mattered is that he could still feel his warmth, his thick hair, and scarred skin. His heart beating, strong and unfaltering. It reassured Mic. Even when he was gone, as long as that heart kept beating… That would be okay. Mic would be okay with that. “Do you know that? I love you so much.”

1 day ago.

He left everything that day. Ungraded papers, happy birthday cards. Birth certificate, forged. His UA student uniform, that he still kept in a box in the closet. The speaker system he’d spent a whole year building and installing in every room, so the music never got far away. The leather jackets he’d been collecting since he was seventeen. Two rings on the nightstand. What did he care? Why would he miss it? All those documents, cards, certificates and records were all written with that fucking fake name. But somewhere along the way, it had started to feel real. Not when his teacher had called it out and he had answered, not when he had wrote it a thousand times and repeated it a thousand more. It was when Aizawa Shouta said his name that it sounded real. Maybe it was because he’d wantedthat name to be his. Something like, ‘If that’s the name he’s calling, then that’s me.’ It was all too real. A mask that became part of his skin. And now he had to rip it off. “... Hizashi…?” Aizawa rubbed his face, and his eyes cracked open to look at the face of the man kneeling by his bedside. He smiled and gently shook his head, placing a hand on Aizawa’s cheek. With his thumb he lightly brushed the corner of Aizawa’s lips, and looked into those deep brown eyes, glazed over with sleepiness. It was 3am. When Aizawa woke up in the morning, this memory should seem like a dream. He wished so desperately that every memory could seem that way, that he could wake up tomorrow with no clear recollection, only the faint notion that /perhaps/ something had occurred in those days past, but nothing of great consequence, that all of this would fade into nothing and he would continue on his way unaffected by the rest. For Aizawa, at least this moment would be a dream. For him, the memory would be burned like a brand in his mind.

10 minutes ago. Mission end.

“Yamada Hizashi.” “Yes.” “That has been your name for… how long, was it?” “Fifteen years, sir.” “Ah… Truly a long time. And you held out quite well.” The voice was momentarily muddled by television static. The warped light of the screen manipulated the shadows of the room, and the pupils of his eyes, unprotected by sunglasses, shrunk and dilated in alternation to adjust. “Excuse me.” The static settled. “Now… You have made mistakes. You are more aware of that than even I am.” The voice paused. If it was to gauge a reaction, then there was nothing to find, because he didn’t flinch, didn’t shudder, didn’t clench his fists. Green eyes stared unblinkingly forward, waiting for him to continue. “However, I don’t think any punishment will be necessary. The work you have completed has allowed great advances in our organization. Advances that you have seen yourself…” The image of Aizawa’s scar flashed behind his eyes. “... and some you have yet to see. I understand you have not come with much, today. And readjusting will not be easy. But I assure you, living in reality has its perks as well.”

Now.

“Good afternoon, Present M--” “That’s not my name.” Kurogiri paused, and looked at him for a moment from his place behind the counter. His dark face betrayed no emotion, as usual, but it was clear what was going through his mind. He took a seat on the barstool at the end, put his elbows on the counter, and put his head in his hands. “You’re wearing your hair down today.” Kurogiri remarked as he resumed his task polishing glassware. “Mic was the one who put his hair up.” He didn’t move his eyes from the counter. Even without looking, he was aware of the gaze he was receiving. Boy, had he gotten good at feeling stares. “Perhaps it would be best to cut it.” He didn’t respond for a while, just silently ran his fingers through his hair. It was soft, that’s what Aizawa would always say. That had been his excuse for petting it and playing with it, as if he were more a cat than the one they already had. His fingers twitched and paused. “Don’t wanna use my quirk anymore either.” He felt the stare shifting. “Try as you might, that may be unavoidable. Your role now is the symbol of UA’s internal weakness. One way or another, you’ll be made to stand at the front lines. And regardless of your unique status, missions will continue to be assigned, and you will be expected to complete them, just like the rest of us.” He switched to rubbing the bridge of his nose. He felt his breath hissing against his palms. “What you did wasn’t easy, and we commend you for that. But it is over now.” A drink was set in front of him, and the glass hit the counter with a ‘clink’. “Today marks the start of something new.” His arm swung out and struck the drink, and the glass hit the floor with a shattering symphony, cascading cracks and snaps bouncing their echos off the hard brick walls. The sound of something that was, in the past, a beautiful and carefully crafted object, transforming into its present form, ugly and dangerous. Scattered across the floor, the broken glass caught the light and sparkled, as if offering a knowing wink. “Someone new.”

#fic #boku no hero academia #posted on request #bnha #present mic #yamada hizashi #my hero academia #mha

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christsbride · 6 years ago

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When Christians Support Abortion

Christians can support abortion in different ways. They may support it indirectly but knowingly through an organization, politician, or political party who advocate for abortion. Or they may outright support it directly. Either way, a Christian is supporting something that contradicts their faith, offends God, oppresses life, perpetuates dehumanization, inequality, and hinders the gospel. This article exposes the Christian hypocrisy and false worship of supporting abortion. As we have already see, a fetus is a person and equally valuable to God. We have also seen, in God's Word, the very nature of God is LIFE and that our bodies are not our own. All of this is revealed by God in scripture. Christian Duty Jesus commands ALL Christians to "go and make disciples of all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit, and teaching them to obey everything I have commanded you." (Matthew 28:19-20). We have already established that Jesus is LIFE and the life giver. Baptism symbolizes new life. The gospel message leads to life! Jesus commands ALL Christians to proclaim life, through teaching and baptism. Proclaiming The Gospel

"the gospel I proclaimed to you; you received it and have taken your stand on it. You are also saved by it, if you hold to the message I proclaimed to you—unless you believed for no purpose. For I passed on to you as most important" (1 Cor. 15:1-3)

Proclaiming the Gospel is "most important" because people are "saved by it". So having the opportunity to preach it and teach it is critical. How many aborted children will grow up and have the opportunity to hear the gospel you preach? None. How many future pastors and fellow laborers in Christ will come out of all those who were aborted? None.

"But how can they call on Him they have not believed in? And how can they believe without hearing about Him? And how can they hear without a preacher? And how can they preach unless they are sent? As it is written: How beautiful are the feet of those who announce the gospel of good things!" (Romans 10:14-16).

And how can they hear if they were prevented from being born? How will other people come to faith through them if they were never allowed to come to faith themselves? How many of their silenced voices will proclaim the gospel? None. They were stopped from coming to Christ before they even had a chance to hear about God's amazing grace!

"Jesus said, “Leave the children alone, and don’t try to keep them from coming to Me, because the kingdom of heaven is made up of people like this.” (Matthew 19:14).

Abortion does just that; keeps children from coming to Christ. Abortion flies in the face of what Jesus stands for. He, The Lord God commands "don't try to keep them from coming to Me" and yet, supporters of Abortion do exactly that. Abortion prevents the gospel message from spreading. It takes away a person's opportunity. It successfully keeps them from coming to Christ in this world.

"instead we endure everything so that we will not hinder the gospel of Christ." (1 Cor. 9:12)

Paul endures public humiliation, jail, beatings, financial hardships, all so that the opportunity to proclaim the gospel can be made. Abortion hinders the gospel because it forever takes away the ears of the pre-born person from ever experiencing it. It literally "hinders the gospel" because people encourage mothers not to "endure everything". It is also important to consider that the one right we have, is to hear the gospel, the most important human right of all eternity; and the act of abortion takes away the absolute most important right of all; the opportunity to know Christ. Carnal Christian Excuses Some Christians may make themselves feel better and say ignorant things like "oh well, all babies go to heaven anyway". But they don't even know if that is true. In fact, Paul would argue the opposite.

"There is no one who understands; there is no one who seeks God. All have turned away; all alike have become useless. There is no one who does what is good, not even one" (Romans 3:11-13).

"Indeed, I was guilty when I was born; I was sinful when my mother conceived me." (Ps. 51:5).

Children need to be protected, raised, and brought up to hear and understand the gospel so that they can repent and come to faith through it. Abortion takes that away. Emotional and illogical people will then say "well that isn't fair of God" but they fail to then understand that God is the Potter and we are just his clay. They question God Almighty as if they know better. Like God suddenly isn't justified to rightly punish sin because they refuse to accept what he reveals in his word about our condition before birth. They fail to understand that God sees and knows all things, all realities, all possibilities, beginning to end, eternally. Even the things that pre-born person WOULD have done if they were to have been born. All the sin they WOULD have committed. All the sin that is in them already as a growing person in the womb. Pro-abort Christians don't seem to defend the deformed fetuses and protect them from abortion, now all of a sudden it is not fair that a pre-born person is sinful? The same is then true, God sees and knows what that pre-born person WOULD have said and done if they were given the ultimate opportunities to hear the gospel. Maybe he will judge them by that, who knows, God does not reveal that in scripture. But those who assisted, helped, and encouraged the abortion, they too, will stand before God for that life they kept the little child from coming to Jesus and hindered them from hearing the gospel. Do aborted persons go straight to heaven? That is a whole other topic that does not seem to be answered in scripture that would favor a "free pass to heaven". But one thing we can all agree on, is clearly, aborted pre-born persons are critically important and equally valuable. Warning About Carnal Christians God does warn the church about such Christians.

"because they did not think it worthwhile to acknowledge God, God delivered them over to a worthless mind to do what is morally wrong. They are filled with all unrighteousness, evil, greed, and wickedness. They are full of envy, murder, quarrels, deceit, and malice. They are gossips, slanderers, God-haters, arrogant, proud, boastful, inventors of evil, disobedient to parents, undiscerning, untrustworthy, unloving, and unmerciful. Although they know full well God’s just sentence—that those who practice such things deserve to die—they not only do them, but even applaud others who practice them." (Romans 1:28-32) "If you were of the world, the world would love you as its own;" (John 15:19)

"But know this: Difficult times will come in the last days. For people will be lovers of self, lovers of money, boastful, proud, blasphemers, disobedient to parents, ungrateful, unholy, unloving, irreconcilable, slanderers, without self-control, brutal, without love for what is good, traitors, reckless, conceited, lovers of pleasure rather than lovers of God, holding to the form of godliness but denying its power. Avoid these people!" (2 Timothy 3:1-7)

"Not everyone who says to Me, ‘Lord, Lord!’ will enter the kingdom of heaven, but only the one who does the will of My Father in heaven. On that day many will say to Me, ‘Lord, Lord, didn’t we prophesy in Your name, drive out demons in Your name, and do many miracles in Your name?’ Then I will announce to them, ‘I never knew you! Depart from Me, you lawbreakers!’" (Matthew 7:21-23)

Abortion is selfish and unloving (hateful toward the pre-born person). It is proudly done for selfish wealth and status. They are ungrateful for the fruit of the womb and are brutal toward the goodness growing in them. They love the pressure that leads to pregnancy but are too conceited to be selfless for the pre-born person. These people can claim to be Christian, holding to the form of godliness; but Jesus doesn't know them. When we study God's Word we can clearly see that abortion is absolutely explicitly contrary to God. But, if you are pro-abortion, it is no coincidence that the world applauds your support and accept you as its own. Hypocrite Christians The hypocritical nature of supporting Abortion is astounding. Claiming to fight for rights of the oppressed but supporting and taking away the absolute greatest most import right of all, hearing the gospel and coming to Christ. Some people claim to support women while at the same time aborting female pre-born persons; oppressing their rights and keeping them from hearing the gospel and coming to Christ. Some people fighting against racism and oppression, while supporting the abortion of the race you claim is oppressed; you are then the oppressor and are part of the systemic oppression, even perpetuating it, not fighting it. Some people claim to be Christian and desiring to lead people to The Life and eternal life, speaking about all kinds of goodness, positive things about God... all the while preventing life of pre-born persons and causing the absolute evil upon the most helpless children. Some people claim to talk about God's grace, mercy, forgiveness, and love... yet, are ungracious, unmerciful, unforgiving, and unloving to the absolute most in need of their protection and defense. It is interesting to point out, that abortion is so aggressive and destructive, that even those who fall into the sin of racism, hate, sexism, and bigotry; they still get an opportunity to hear the gospel, repent, and be saved. Abortion doesn't even afford that. Thus, abortion is worse than racism. It is everything racism is, plus more. It not only oppresses races and targets certain races more than others, but it kills at a more effective rate. Hitler couldn't even kill all the Jews despite all his hate and efforts. Abortion, kills 99.9% of all of their victims. The KKK didn't even go that far to try and kill all of those who they hate. Abortion is worse than Hiter and the KKK! It is legal governmental and culturally supported mass genocide. Again, oppressors and racists still can come to Christ and repent, aborted babies can not. Let me say that again; racists and the most evil vile people on earth, are given more opportunities to hear the gospel and repent, than aborted babies are... The world may support hypocritical carnal Christians and cheer them on with their acceptance, tolerance, and even willing blind eye to the mass killing of the greatest in need; but they will answer before God Almighty why they didn't fight for them, defend them, or care enough about them. We can even ask, why is their heart not effected? That, in and of itself can expose some hidden idols. Disobedience to Christ As established in A Fetus A Person? We see that it is actually being disobedient to God by not defending them and acting in contrary to God's will by allowing them to perish. Christians are commanded to seek justice, defend the needy, and not to stop children from coming to Christ; yet, abortion is directly disobedient to God.

"If you love Me, you will keep My commands." (John 14:15)

And that is a big "IF" because, given what ALL God has revealed, it is IMPOSSIBLE to support abortion and keep his commands. It is impossible to turn a willing blind eye to abortion and keep his commands. Do you love Jesus? Really? Then FIGHT for the unborn person, DEFEND the pre-born person, SEEK JUSTICE for them and for all those who want to kill, take away their rights, oppress, and hinder the gospel. When "Social Justice" advocacy is more important that speaking out against abortion. This is shamefully hypocritically embarrassing. Abortion IS a social justice issue IF you are actually fighting for social justice and not just following suit of a political party or non-christian ideology. Voting or supporting a "better of the two evil" politicians because they more closely align to what you feel is important is shameful willful ignorance. First of all, supporting a lesser evil is still supporting evil. Secondly, if the politician, party, or ideology resists racism but supports abortion; ABORTION IS WORSE! It is everything racism is, plus more! Your support or willful silence about abortion makes YOU an oppressor! The question you must ask your self is are you more fearful of the opinions of man if you go against the social trend? Are you willing to take a stand for the injustice of pre-born persons as commanded by God and break from worldly ideologies? Is your political preference and political loyalty more important than LIFE and The Gospel? Can you represent Christ in the same breath you support a candidate that supports killing pre-born persons? Can you preach about the gospel while you support candidates that prevent you from preaching to pre-born persons? Can you truly advocate for Social Justice while supporting the oppression, inequality, and no rights for pre-born person? The answers to these questions help you gauge where your heart is from God's and how indoctrinated by the world you really are. Do you really seek justice and equality for all, including pre-born persons? Or do you pick and choose who gets justice and who gets equality fearful of breaking away from the social norm? In the end, that is on you. "I Support A Politician, Just Not Their Pro-Abortion Stance" Deep down inside of this sort of justification is a deep seeded idol of self. Babies are being killed by the millions but you can some how look the other way and feel something else is more important, more valuable? You can prioritize "financial free healthcare" but not the life of an average 125,000 babies daily? You can prioritize more social welfare for minorities over the lives of minority babies? Name one topic, the highest priority topic as to why you support a politician or loyal to a political party; then ask yourself; is that more important than LIFE, The Gospel, and Obedience to Christ? Think about all the years you were a supporter of a pro-abortion politician. Now, times that number by 45,000,000. That is the amount of babies, mostly minority, that have been killed by abortion since you started supporting the pro-abortion politician or party. Is growing the Kingdom of God really the top priority to you? Abortion Is: Abortion stops people from hearing the gospel- It hinders the gospel Abortion destroys life. Abortion perpetuates self-idolatry. Abortion perpetuates oppression of the unborn- is oppressive, and empowers people to be an oppressor. Abortion perpetuates hate against a class that needs protection- it is hate. Abortion perpetuates inequality of races as it targets some races more than others. Abortion is hypocrisy. If YOU claim to be Christian, yet, support organizations, politicians, or political parties who advocate and empower abortion; know that YOU hinder the gospel, contradict the very nature of God which is life, encourage self-idolatry, ARE an oppressor of the greatest in need supporting the most hateful thing which is absolute silence and not rights not even to live. You, are a carnal hypocrite before God with a heart blinded by your own ideological idolatry. Gospel Loving Christians Christians who strive to remain obedient to Christ can support and advocate for any politician of any political party of any political ideology as so long as they can glorify God and proclaim The Gospel of Jesus Christ in it and through it. God's Glory and The Gospel are greater than any politician of any political party of any political ideology. They support LIFE in this life and in the next for all people! They fight for the RIGHT for all people to be free to worship The Triune God. They desire to proclaim the Gospel of Jesus Christ and magnify the glory of God to all people. Susan B. Anthony List is a non partisan organization that ranks politicians solely based on their views of abortion. It is a good resource to turn to in helping you find a politician that supports LIFE. If we can fight to protect life, that brings another life into this world that can hear the gospel of Jesus Christ and can come to Christ in faith! (https://www.sba-list.org/)

Organizations for Life

Susan B. Anthony List is a organization that helps votes determine which candidates, regardless of party affiliation, would support life or not. When LIFE is the most important issue, it is important to know who you are supporting. Are you willing to put LIFE above party loyalty? Check out their list at sba-list.org The National Right to Life is the oldest pro-life organization that is completely focused on fighting for the life of pre-born persons. Check them out at https://www.nrlc.org/site/ Heartbeat International is a organization that lists millions of Pregnancy help and care facilities around the world that offer true healing and assistance for woman who struggle with unwanted pregnancies. Their exhaustive list shows that Planned Parenthood facilities are not even needed. Check them out at https://www.heartbeatinternational.org/worldwide-directory The Personhood Initiative is an organization the directly believes what scripture makes known about pre-born persons; that they are a person, known by God, even before conception. They fight for the rights that all persons should have, life. Check them out at http://www.personhoodinitiative.com/ Back to: Abortion main page. If you have any questions or comments about this article please contact us or join our discussion forms

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