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The Phoenic Burns

Chapter 10:

The morning sun filtered weakly through the dense canopy of the Alkora Forest as the group gathered their supplies. The remnants of the previous night’s battle still weighed heavily on them, though they tried their best to shake off the fatigue. It was a quiet, solemn affair as they said their goodbyes to the others.

Denki, Jirou, Mina, and Iida were tasked with returning Chisaki to King Enji for questioning. They were also to bring Eri to safety, ensuring the young girl would be out of harm’s way. Y/N watched as Denki led the way, his usual grin replaced by a rare seriousness. Jirou offered a small wave as they departed, and Mina gave Y/N a reassuring hug. The group disappeared into the distance, leaving behind a growing sense of uncertainty.

Kirishima, Ochako, Deku, Bakugou, and Shoto remained behind. They had decided to explore the forest further, hoping to find more clues about their mission and potential threats looming in the shadows. It had been decided that they would camp out in a cave nearby, a place Kirishima had scouted earlier.

The cave itself was nestled in the rocky hills at the edge of the forest, concealed by thick foliage and moss-covered boulders. As they approached, the entrance yawned wide before them, dark and unwelcoming. Y/N could feel a faint chill in the air, and even Bakugou, normally brash and fearless, seemed to tread with caution.

"Let’s get inside and set up camp," Kirishima suggested, already pushing some vines aside. "This place looks pretty solid. We can rest here for a bit before heading out again."

Y/N nodded, pulling her cloak tighter around her as she followed the others into the cool darkness of the cave. The walls were jagged, lined with glistening minerals that caught the faint light streaming in from the entrance. It seemed like a safe enough place to rest—at least for now.

As the group moved deeper inside, Deku’s keen eyes noticed something odd. A narrow crevice in the back of the cave, barely noticeable unless you were looking for it, was hidden behind some loose rocks. His curiosity piqued, he motioned for the others to stop.

“Wait,” Deku said, his voice quiet but firm. “There’s something here.”

Bakugou rolled his eyes but stayed back, arms crossed. “What now, Deku?”

Deku crouched down, pushing the rocks aside to reveal what appeared to be the entrance to a secret passageway. The narrow tunnel led deeper into the mountain, its darkness foreboding yet oddly inviting. “There’s a passage here. It looks… ancient.”

Kirishima leaned over his shoulder, peering into the narrow space. “Do you think it leads somewhere important?”

“I’m not sure,” Deku replied, standing up. “But I think it’s worth checking out.” The boy moved through the passage but before the group could follow and discuss it further, a rumble shook the ground beneath their feet. Loose stones tumbled from the ceiling, and a sudden rockslide separated the group from Deku. Dust filled the air as the group stumbled back, coughing and shielding their faces.

“Izuku..are you alright” Shoto asked, his voice laced with concern for his comrade

"Yes I'm fine! But I don't think I can get back through" Deku called back, his voice muffled from the other side.

“Damn it!” Bakugou growled, his palms already sparking. "We'll find a way to clear this—just stay put, Deku!"

“I’ll see if this passage leads to an opening,” Deku replied, his determination clear even through the stone barrier. “There might be a way out further ahead.”

"I'll start moving the rocks, it might take some time though" Uraraka stated using her magic to lift each rock upon touching it.

Deku, not waiting for the others, slipped into the narrow passage, his heart pounding in his chest. The air grew colder the deeper he went, and the walls became smoother, almost like they had been carved by someone—or something—long ago. His footsteps echoed ominously as he moved forward, his hand brushing against the cold stone for guidance.

As he walked, he began to notice strange carvings on the walls, ancient symbols and patterns that seemed to glow faintly in the dark. His mind raced as he tried to decipher them, but there wasn’t enough time to stop and study them. He had to keep moving.

After what felt like an eternity of navigating the winding passage, Deku came upon a large chamber. At the center of the chamber stood a stone pedestal, and embedded in the pedestal was an old, rusty sword.

Deku approached cautiously, his breath catching in his throat. The sword didn’t look like much at first glance—its blade was chipped, and the hilt was worn from years of neglect. Yet something about it called to him, a deep, resonating pull that he couldn’t ignore.

He reached out hesitantly, wrapping his fingers around the hilt. The moment he touched it, a surge of energy coursed through his body, and before he could even process what was happening, the rusty blade began to transform. The metal shimmered, the rust flaking away as if it had never been there, revealing a magnificent sword gleaming with power.

Deku’s eyes widened in awe as he held the weapon aloft, its weight settling perfectly in his hands. It was no ordinary sword—he could feel it humming with an ancient, powerful energy.

Suddenly, a voice echoed in his mind, deep and resonant.

“You have found me, young one.”

Deku froze, his grip tightening on the sword. “Who… who are you?”

“I am All Might,” the voice said. “The last wielder of One for All, bound to this blade by the curse of my final battle. And you, young warrior, have inherited the responsibility to carry on the legacy of this power.”

Deku’s heart raced. All Might—the legendary hero, trapped within the sword? He had heard stories of All Might’s great deeds, but this? This was beyond anything he could have imagined.

The voice continued, “Beware, for All for One has found a new vessel. The battle for the kingdom is far from over, and you must prepare quickly, for he will not rest until all is consumed by darkness.”

Deku’s mind reeled as he processed the weight of this revelation. All for One—alive, with a new wielder? The stakes had just grown immeasurably higher.

“Return to your companions,” All Might’s voice urged. “They will need to know what lies ahead. And together, you must prepare for the war that is to come.”

Deku nodded, determination settling in his chest. With the sword firmly in hand, he made his way back through the passage, carefully avoiding the traps he had sensed earlier. His mind was buzzing with the information he had just learned, but he knew there was no time to waste.

When he returned to the others, they were all gathered around the entrance of the cave, their expressions tense.

“What happened?” Shoto asked, his eyes narrowing at the sight of the transformed sword in Deku’s hand.

Deku took a deep breath before explaining everything—the passage, the sword, the voice of All Might, and the grave warning about All for One’s new vessel. The group listened in stunned silence, the weight of the news settling heavily on their shoulders.

Bakugou clenched his fists, his usual scowl even darker. “So, All for One’s back, and he’s got a new body. Great.”

“We need to prepare,” Deku said, his voice firm. “All Might said we don’t have much time. This battle… it’s going to decide the fate of the kingdom.”

Ochako’s face was pale, but she nodded resolutely. “Then we’ll do what we have to. We can’t let him win.”

The group exchanged determined looks, knowing that the path ahead would be more dangerous than anything they had faced before. But now, with the power of One for All in Deku’s hands, they had a chance—a fighting chance.

And they would need every ounce of strength they had to protect the kingdom from the darkness that was coming.

-

As the sun began to set and the sky faded into twilight, the group prepared for the night. After a long and tense day, they were all worn out. The forest around them hummed with the quiet sounds of nature—crickets chirping, leaves rustling in the breeze. They had set up a small camp just outside the cave, a modest fire flickering in the center to keep them warm as the air grew colder.

Y/N, restless despite the exhaustion, decided to go for a short walk. She needed some time to clear her head after everything that had happened. The events of the past few days—fighting Chisaki, Eri's rescue, and Deku's discovery of the sword—had left her feeling overwhelmed, like a thousand thoughts were battling for dominance in her mind.

She wandered away from the camp, her feet carrying her down a narrow trail that led deeper into the woods. The moon had risen high in the sky, casting a soft silver light over the landscape. After a few minutes, the sound of trickling water reached her ears, and she followed it until she came upon a small stream that wound its way through the trees.

There, by the edge of the water, she spotted two familiar figures—Bakugou and Ochako.

Y/N immediately ducked behind a nearby tree, her heart skipping a beat. She hadn’t meant to intrude, but now that she had stumbled upon them, she couldn’t bring herself to leave. Her curiosity held her in place as she peered around the tree, trying to remain as quiet as possible.

Bakugou was sitting on a large rock, his back hunched slightly as he stared into the water. Ochako was beside him, her hand resting gently on his. The sight of the two of them sitting so close together under the moonlight sent a pang of something sharp through Y/N's chest. She couldn't quite place the feeling—jealousy, perhaps, or something deeper, something darker.

She strained to listen as Bakugou spoke, his voice low and rough.

"I don't know why she’s even here," Bakugou muttered, his eyes fixed on the stream. "My mom only took her in out of pity. She’s weak, useless, and honestly, I can’t stand her."

Y/N’s heart stopped for a moment. Her breath caught in her throat as the words sank in, each one cutting deeper than the last. Bakugou was talking about her. She could hardly believe it—weak? Useless?

Ochako gave a soft, sympathetic murmur, her hand tightening slightly over his. “She’s not all that bad, though, is she?”

Bakugou snorted, shaking his head. "No, she is. She's always tagging along, thinking she’s part of something. She's nothing but a burden. I hate her.”

Y/N's stomach twisted painfully. She had always known Bakugou could be harsh, but she never thought he hated her. Not after everything they had been through. She wanted to scream, to confront him, but her feet felt rooted to the spot, frozen in disbelief.

As she watched, Ochako leaned in closer to him, her face bathed in the soft glow of the moonlight. There was an intimacy in their posture, the way they sat so close to each other, their hands still joined.

"It’s just us, now," Ochako whispered, her voice soft and soothing. "You don’t have to pretend with me, Bakugou."

Bakugou’s eyes flicked to hers, and Y/N’s heart sank even further as she saw the way he looked at her—like she was the only person in the world. He leaned in as well, their faces growing dangerously close, the moon casting long shadows around them.

"I love you"

Y/N’s breath hitched as she realized what was about to happen.

They were going to kiss.

Without thinking, Y/N turned and bolted, her footsteps loud in the quiet of the forest as she ran blindly through the trees. Her vision blurred with unshed tears, and her chest ached with a mixture of heartbreak and anger. She didn’t care where she was going—she just needed to get away, to put as much distance between herself and the sight of Bakugou and Ochako as possible.

She didn’t notice the figure lurking in the shadows behind her, watching her flee with a satisfied smirk.

Back at the stream, Bakugou and Ochako began to shimmer, their forms melting away like smoke caught in the wind. What had once been a tender, moonlit moment dissolved into nothingness, revealing the true emptiness of the scene.

Standing on a distant hill, cloaked in the darkness of the night, a figure lowered their hand. The illusion had served its purpose. They chuckled to themselves, watching the forest intently as Y/N's form disappeared into the shadows.

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The Phoenix Burns

Chapter 9:

The cold air of Alkora Forest hung heavy as the group settled into their positions. The remnants of the small fire crackled softly, casting long shadows that danced around them. Despite the tense calm, the forest's silence was unnerving. Y/N tried to ease her mind off, ignoring both the anxiety for the battle to come as well as last night's interaction yet the darkness felt more oppressive than ever.

Suddenly, without warning, the ground beneath them trembled as a figure emerged from the shadows. Kai Chisaki stood before them, tall and ominous, his sharp eyes glaring at them like a predator eyeing its prey. A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as he slowly raised a hand, his quirk—a terrifying power to disassemble and reassemble matter—activating with a glowing surge.

Before anyone could react, Bakugou stepped forward, his palms sparking with explosions. "Oi, took ya long enough, now get your ass over here!" His voice was sharp, filled with determination, as he shot a fiery glance at Midoriya, who nodded, already gripping the hilt of his sword.

Chisaki, eyes dark and filled with a twisted sense of righteousness, took a step forward. His quirk, Overhaul, shimmered at his fingertips, warping the very ground he stood on. "I’ll dismantle you piece by piece," he sneered, his voice cold and unwavering.

Bakugou spat, his fiery red eyes narrowed as a grin grew on his face. “Ha not unless I blow you to bits!” His hands crackled with explosive energy, ready to ignite the air around them.

Deku, standing at Bakugou’s side, his swords gleaming in the dim light of the forest, watched Chisaki with calculating eyes. His grip on the hilt of his blade tightened, the muscles in his arms tensed. "Bakugou," he said quietly, "We’ll have to coordinate. You go high, I’ll go low."

Bakugou grinned, his usual confidence bubbling over. “Like hell I’m takin' orders from you, Deku.”

Without waiting for a response, Bakugou launched himself into the air with a blast of energy, his body soaring above the battlefield. He twisted in mid-air, hands outstretched as he fired off a barrage of explosive attacks toward Chisaki. The explosions lit up the night, casting shadows that danced in the trees of the Alkora Forest.

Chisaki barely flinched. With a single touch, the ground beneath him disintegrated, warping and reforming into a jagged shield of earth and stone that absorbed the blasts. "Pathetic," Chisaki muttered, his voice dripping with disdain.

Deku, seizing the opportunity, rushed forward with incredible speed, his swords cutting through the air. He moved with precision, each step calculated as he aimed for Chisaki’s legs, hoping to throw him off balance. But Chisaki’s quirk was faster. The ground beneath Deku’s feet shifted, forcing him to leap back as spikes of rock shot up, threatening to impale him.

Deku skidded to a stop, his breath ragged. “Damn it,” he muttered under his breath. Chisaki’s control over the battlefield was unlike anything he had faced before. It was as if the earth itself was alive, bending to Chisaki’s will.

Bakugou, still in the air, came down hard, aiming a massive explosion directly at Chisaki. “DIE!” he roared, the blast lighting up the entire area.

-

Meanwhile Y/N and Mina squared off against Hari Kurono, the sinister right-hand man of Kai Chisaki. His sharp eyes flicked between the two women, his lips twisting into a smug grin as if he already anticipated victory. His quirk, Chronostasis, was ready, the long, razor-like clocks extending from his head like talons, waiting to strike.

“You really think you girls can take me on?” Hari taunted, his voice low and dangerous. “You don’t know who you’re dealing with.”

Mina smirked, her hands already secreting her acid, ready to attack. “Y/N, we’ve got this! Let’s take this weirdo down.”

Y/N nodded, her hands beginning to glow faintly as she gathered energy from the dim sunlight that filtered through the thick canopy of the Alkora Forest. Her quirk thrummed with life, the solar energy coursing through her veins like molten fire. But this fight was going to push her further than she’d ever gone before—she could feel it.

“Let’s see what you’ve got,” Hari sneered before suddenly lunging forward, his quirk activating. The long, jagged clocks extended from his head, slicing through the air at blinding speed. Time seemed to slow down for a moment as the blades neared Y/N and Mina.

Mina was quick to react, leaping back and flinging globs of acid at Hari with pinpoint accuracy. The acid hissed as it made contact with the ground, but Hari dodged with ease, his movements quick and fluid. He swerved past Mina’s attacks, closing in on Y/N, who stood her ground, waiting for the right moment to strike.

“Think you can hit me with that weak energy of yours?” Hari taunted, his sharp blades slicing through the air toward her.

Y/N’s eyes narrowed as she focused her energy. The light around her hands intensified, becoming blindingly bright. She thrust her palm forward, releasing a concentrated blast of solar energy. The golden light shot through the air like a cannon, slamming into Hari’s blades with a deafening crack.

Hari grunted, skidding back from the force of the blast, but he quickly recovered, his grin widening. “Not bad. But you’ll need more than that to beat me.”

Before Y/N could respond, Mina jumped in from the side, unleashing a wave of acid that splattered across the ground, cutting off Hari’s path. “We’re just getting started!” she shouted.

Hari’s expression darkened as he twisted his body, his clocks extending in every direction, forcing Mina and Y/N to split apart. Y/N ducked, feeling the sharpness of the clocks whistle past her ear, but she knew she couldn’t dodge forever.

Y/N’s mind raced. Mina’s acid wasn’t enough to break through Hari’s defense, and her own energy blasts weren’t powerful enough to finish him off. They needed a plan. Something more.

"Y/N, behind you!" Mina’s voice snapped her out of her thoughts as Hari closed in on her, his blade-like clocks aimed directly at her back.

With a surge of adrenaline, Y/N reacted instinctively, her hands glowing with a fierce light as she spun around. This time, she didn’t hold back. She drew in every ounce of sunlight she could absorb, her body radiating with an intense, golden aura.

The power was overwhelming. It coursed through her, building to a breaking point as she released it all in one devastating wave.

“Stay back!” Y/N screamed, her voice shaking with raw power as the solar energy exploded outward from her body in a massive shockwave.

The blast was blinding, scorching the earth beneath her feet and igniting the very air with heat. Hari’s eyes widened in shock as the energy hit him full force. He was flung backward, his body slamming into a tree with a sickening thud. The air sizzled around him, the smell of burnt flesh filling the forest.

Mina, who had just managed to leap out of the blast’s radius, stared in awe at the aftermath. The ground where Y/N stood was scorched black, steam rising from the seared earth. Trees around them had been blasted apart, and Hari lay crumpled on the ground, struggling to stand.

“Y/N...” Mina whispered, her voice filled with shock and admiration. “What... was that?”

Y/N stood in the center of the destruction, her body trembling from the exertion. Her hands still glowed faintly with residual energy, but she felt drained, as if the blast had taken everything out of her. She staggered slightly, but Mina was quick to rush to her side, steadying her.

“That... that was all I had,” Y/N said, her voice hoarse. Her head swam with dizziness, but she couldn’t afford to rest. Whilst Hari was now unconscious on the ground the battle continued. She watched as the rest of the group was locked in their own battles. Denki’s electricity crackled through the night as he took on two of Chisaki’s gang members, his face twisted in concentration. Jirou, with her earphone jacks extended, was fending off another attacker, using sound waves to destabilize her enemy. Trusting Bakugou and Deku, she'd run off with Mina to help fight out any remaining villains.

-

Chisaki sneered, raising his hand as if to swat Bakugou out of the sky. In an instant, the earth erupted beneath him, forming a massive hand that reached up and grabbed Bakugou mid-air, stopping his attack dead in its tracks.

Bakugou struggled against the stone grip, his arms igniting with fury. “LET ME GO!” he yelled, his palms glowing with the force of an impending explosion. With a deafening roar, he detonated the explosion point-blank, shattering the stone hand that held him.

But Chisaki was relentless. Before Bakugou could recover, the ground beneath him shifted again, forming a wall of spikes that shot toward him with deadly intent. Bakugou twisted in mid-air, barely avoiding the attack as the spikes grazed his side, drawing blood. He landed hard, rolling to his feet with a snarl.

“You think you’re something special?” Chisaki’s voice echoed as he stepped forward, his hand touching the ground again. “You’re nothing. Just another piece of filth to be cleaned up.”

Deku dashed in once more, his swords flashing in the moonlight as he aimed for Chisaki’s side. This time, he was faster. With a sharp clang, his blade made contact with Chisaki’s defenses, slicing through the stone shield that had formed in an instant.

Chisaki’s eyes widened in surprise, but he recovered quickly, using his quirk to dismantle the stone and reform it into a jagged blade that shot toward Deku’s chest.

Deku leaped back, but not fast enough. The blade grazed his side, tearing through his armor and drawing blood. He winced but didn’t falter. “Bakugou!” he called out, his voice strained. “We have to hit him together!”

Bakugou, blood dripping from the cut on his side, gritted his teeth. “I know, Deku! Shut up already!” He pushed himself off the ground with a powerful blast, rocketing toward Chisaki with both hands igniting.

Chisaki smirked, raising his hand to meet Bakugou’s attack, but before he could make contact, Deku was there, his swords flashing as he slashed through the air, aiming for Chisaki’s exposed arm.

With a grunt, Chisaki barely managed to pull his arm back in time, but it left him vulnerable. Bakugou seized the opening, slamming his palm into Chisaki’s chest with a massive explosion. “Take this!” he roared as the blast engulfed Chisaki in flames and debris.

The force of the explosion sent Chisaki flying back, crashing into the ground with a thud. Smoke billowed from the impact, obscuring his form as Bakugou and Deku landed side by side, breathing heavily.

For a moment, it seemed like they had won. But then the smoke cleared, revealing Chisaki standing, his clothes singed but his body intact. His quirk had already begun to heal him, the ground around him reforming as he stepped forward, a wicked grin on his face.

“You two are persistent,” Chisaki hissed. “But you’re nothing compared to what I’m capable of.”

Before Bakugou or Deku could react, Chisaki slammed his hand into the ground, disassembling and reassembling the battlefield in an instant. The earth split open beneath their feet, jagged spikes shooting upward as the ground shifted and twisted, threatening to swallow them whole.

Bakugou blasted himself into the air once more, narrowly avoiding the spikes, but Deku wasn’t as lucky. The ground beneath him crumbled, sending him tumbling into the fissure. He managed to grab the edge of the pit with one hand, hanging on for dear life as Chisaki advanced.

Chisaki smirked, raising his hand to finish the job, but before he could strike, a soft voice echoed through the battlefield.

“Please... stop.”

Everyone froze. Chisaki turned slowly, his eyes narrowing as he spotted the source of the voice. Eri stood at the edge of the battlefield, her eyes wide with fear but filled with determination.

Chisaki’s smirk faded. “Eri...” he muttered, his voice low and dangerous. “Get back.”

Eri shook her head, tears streaming down her face. “I... I won’t let you hurt them anymore,” she whispered, her small hands trembling as she clutched her horn.

Suddenly, a surge of energy erupted from Eri’s body, her quirk activating in a blinding flash of light. The power was overwhelming, causing the ground to tremble as Chisaki’s control over the earth faltered.

“No...!” Chisaki growled, his eyes wide with panic. “Eri, stop!”

But it was too late. Eri’s quirk surged forward, wrapping around Chisaki in a swirling vortex of energy. His body began to disassemble, piece by piece, his quirk unable to stop the onslaught.

With a final, desperate scream, Chisaki was blasted, his body slamming against the floor before he fell out of consciousness.

-

The everning was eerily quiet after the grueling battle with Kai Chisaki and his men. The flickering campfire cast long shadows, its dying embers barely providing warmth against the creeping chill of the Alkora Forest. Y/N’s group was exhausted, their breaths heavy as they tried to recover from the brutal fight. Bakugou sat with his back against a tree, arms crossed, eyes closed, but he was far from asleep. Deku and Ochako exchanged quiet words, their expressions grim as they kept an eye on their surroundings. Eri, huddled in Y/N’s arms, clung to her protector with trembling hands, her small body still wracked with fear from the encounter with Chisaki.

The man himself was tied up against a tree, bound and defeated. His face was bruised and bloodied, and though his dangerous quirk had been neutralized for now, the threat of him lingered in the air like a poisonous cloud. Y/N sat close to Eri, keeping her close and running her fingers through her blue hair in an attempt to soothe her.

"Try to rest, Eri," Y/N whispered, but her own mind was far from restful.

Then, just as the group began to settle into an uneasy silence, there was a sound. A rustle in the woods. It wasn’t an animal. No—it was the purposeful steps of someone approaching. Bakugou’s eyes snapped open, and Deku’s hand immediately went to the hilt of his sword.

“Who’s there?” Bakugou growled, rising to his feet, his exhaustion momentarily forgotten. His sharp eyes scanned the shadows, but there was no immediate response. Tension rippled through the group like a silent wave.

A low, amused chuckle echoed from the darkness, sending a chill down Y/N’s spine.

“Well, well,” a deep voice drawled as a figure stepped into the firelight. “What do we have here?”

Out from the shadows came several figures, each with a distinct presence that immediately set Y/N on edge. The first was a tall, lanky man with blue hair that hung in disheveled strands over his face. His hands—covered in gloves—moved casually at his sides, but there was something unsettling about the way his eyes gleamed with twisted amusement.

Behind him followed a group of others, each more bizarre than the next. One with a sewn-up smile and blackened burns all over his body sauntered forward, while a girl with wild blonde hair and a crazed expression skipped lightly behind them.

“Looks like we stumbled onto something interesting,” the white-haired man said with a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “Not every day you see someone like him tied up.” His gaze flickered over to Chisaki, who glared at them from where he was bound.

Deku immediately unsheathed his sword, stepping in front of Y/N and Eri, but the man with white hair raised a hand, mockingly. “Now, now. Let’s not be too hasty. We’re just curious observers.”

The rest of Y/N’s group slowly rose to their feet, the exhaustion still weighing heavy on their bodies, but they knew they couldn’t afford to show weakness.

“Who the hell are you?” Bakugou snarled, his fists already sparking with leftover energy from his quirk. He was ready to fight, even after the battle they’d just endured.

The burned man stepped forward, his lips curling into a twisted grin. “That’s not important. What is important,” he said, his voice low and gravelly, “is what we’re going to do with him.” He nodded toward Chisaki, his blue eyes gleaming with malice.

"Did you come to kill me" Chisaki's voice croaked out looking up at the blue haired man with dull yellow eyes

"No..I thought of something you'd hate even more than that"

Before anyone could react, the the blue haired man casually grabbed Chisaki's wrist, decaying the man's arms until their was only ashes left. The sound of flesh cracking filled the air, and Chisaki screamed, his body convulsing as his arms were severed in a brutal, quick motion.

“You know what I think Overhaul” The man continued with a smirk, “someone so obsessed with erasing quirks shouldn't have a quirk at all.”

Eri shrieked, her small body trembling in Y/N’s arms as Y/n instinctively pulled Eri closer, shielding her from the horrific sight, one hand covering the girl’s head to block her view. The stench of raw flesh was overwhelming, and Chisaki’s guttural cries echoed through the clearing.

“What the hell are you doing?!” Mina cried out, stepping forward, but Kirishima held her back gently. They didn’t know who these people were or what they wanted, and the last thing they needed was to provoke them further.

Dabi, seemingly unfazed by the chaos looked over at the supposed leader “That was unnecessary,” the burnt looking man said casually, but there was no real reprimand in his tone.

As the group began walking away towards a new portal Dabi’s sharp eyes locked onto something on the ground. A small glimmer caught his attention, and with a slow, deliberate motion, he bent down and picked it up.

Y/N’s heart dropped into her stomach as she saw what it was—her mother’s necklace.

Dabi straightened up, holding the necklace between his fingers, the firelight glinting off the golden pendant. His eyes flicked up to meet Y/N’s, and for a long, tense moment, they held eye contact.

“Looking for this, Y/N?” Dabi’s voice was a low taunt, his grin widening as he twirled the necklace between his fingers.

Y/N’s blood ran cold. Her fingers moved over to her neck. When did it fall off? And how did he know her name? She tried to keep her expression neutral, but her heart pounded furiously in her chest. Her mother’s necklace—her mother’s necklace—was dangling from this man’s hand, and she was powerless to do anything about it.

"Give it back to me” he growled, his voice a dangerous low rumble.

Dabi only chuckled, tossing the necklace lightly in his hand before slipping it into his pocket. “Come find it.” His gaze flickered back to Y/N.

The group’s tension was palpable, and for a moment, it seemed like a fight might break out again. But the blue-haired man raised a hand, a mocking grin spreading across his face.

“Let’s not waste any more time here,” he said. “We got what we came for.”

With that, the League of Villains turned and began to fall back into the purple portal, leaving the exhausted group to watch in stunned silence as they disappeared into the night.

Y/N’s eyes remained locked on where Dabi had vanished, her hand unconsciously moving to her bare neck again. Her mother’s necklace... was gone.

And whoever these people were, they were far more dangerous than she could have imagined

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The Phoenic Burns

Chapter 8:

The faint sound of crackling fire and the distant echo of voices pulled y/n out of the darkness. She felt her body sink into the soft wet earth as she forced her eyes open, blinking against the dim light of the night. Her body ached, every nerve screaming in protest as she tried to move. The memory of Overhaul’s touch, the way her skin had begun to disintegrate, was fresh in her mind. Panic surged through her as she remembered the fight, the sheer helplessness she’d felt against his terrifying power.

But then she felt something warm and solid against her hand, grounding her in reality. She looked down to see Bakugou’s hand tightly gripping hers, his palm rough but comforting. He was kneeling beside her, his usually fiery eyes filled with an uncharacteristic worry.

“You’re awake,” he muttered, his voice low but edged with relief.

Y/N tried to speak, but her throat was dry, and all she managed was a weak croak. Bakugou shook his head, his grip on her hand tightening slightly.

“Don’t try to talk idiot. You’re still healing,” he said, his tone softer than she’d ever heard it.

She let her head fall back against the ground, her gaze shifting to the sky above. The stars were out, twinkling faintly through the canopy of trees. The firelight flickered in the corner of her vision, casting dancing shadows on the forest floor. It was peaceful, a stark contrast to the chaos she had just endured.

“What… happened?” she managed to rasp out, her voice hoarse.

Bakugou’s eyes darkened, a scowl crossing his face. “You almost got yourself killed, what on earth were you thinking?!.”

Y/N winced at his words, the memory of Overhaul’s quirk tearing through her flesh still vivid in her mind. She glanced down at her side, expecting to see the damage, but instead, she found her skin mostly intact, though bruised and tender.

Bakugou followed her gaze and sighed, rubbing the back of his neck with his free hand. “Ochacko and I managed to patch you up,” he said gruffly. “That bastard did a number on you, but you’ll be fine. You just need to rest.”

Y/N nodded weakly, her thoughts drifting back to the fight. She had been so close to death, so close to losing everything. The image of Eri, the terrified little girl, flashed in her mind, and she felt a pang of guilt. She had promised to protect her, but she had nearly failed.

“Eri,” she whispered, her voice cracking with worry.

Bakugou’s expression softened slightly, and he nodded toward the other side of the clearing. Y/N followed his gaze and saw Eri, the little girl curled up in a blanket, fast asleep by the fire. Todoroki sat nearby, keeping watch with a calm yet vigilant expression.

“She’s safe,” Bakugou reassured her. “We got her away from that bastard. She’s been through hell, but she’ll be okay.”

Relief flooded through Y/N, and she felt tears prick at the corners of her eyes. She had survived, and so had Eri. They had made it through, even if just barely.

But the memory of Overhaul’s power still lingered, a dark cloud over her thoughts. She knew that this was only the beginning, that there were far worse dangers ahead. And the fear of what was to come, of the suffering she knew she would have to endure, weighed heavily on her heart.

Bakugou seemed to sense her turmoil, his expression hardening as he leaned closer. “Listen to me,” he said firmly. “You’re not alone in this. Whatever happens, we’ll face it together. You got that?”

Y/N looked up at him, the intensity in his gaze sending a wave of reassurance through her. She nodded, the knot of fear in her chest loosening slightly.

“Good,” he grunted, finally releasing her hand. “Now get some rest. You’re no use to anyone if you’re half-dead.”

Despite his gruff tone, Y/N could hear the underlying concern in his voice, and it brought a small, grateful smile to her lips. She closed her eyes, exhaustion pulling her back into the embrace of sleep.

"thank you..suki"

As she drifted off, she could still feel the warmth of Bakugou’s hand, a silent promise that no matter what came next, she wouldn’t have to face it alone.

-

Waking up again, y/n found herself lying beneath a makeshift canopy of branches and leaves. The bright light of the sun filtered through the foliage indicated it was morning. Her body ached, but the searing pain had dulled to a manageable throb. Looking over she'd find the group sitting down in the distance. Slowly getting to her feet she'd walk over, watching as each one noticed her presence

"you're awake!" Mina exclaimed softly before hugging the girl "how are you feeling"

"better but i do need to breathe" quickly moving away from you mina would smile as you laughed softly

"oops anyways come we've started discussing our next moves"

Sitting beside Mina and Denki she'd wave at Eri who was sat on Deku's lap, making a mental note to catch up with her before focusing on Shoto's briefing

"He might have managed to get away but Overhaul remains a threat. We'll need a solid plan if we are to confront him and bring him back to the castle for more information"

Eri's grip on Deku tightened as she lowered her gaze "I'm sorry..I'm putting you all in danger"

Y/n shook her head firmly smiling gently at the girl in an attempt to comfort her "None of this is your fault Eri, we're here to protect you"

Bakugou nodded. "Damn right. And we don't run from a fight."

Shoto glanced around the group. "Our priority should be to get Eri to a safe location where Overhaul can't reach her before a fight occurs."

Mina tapped her chin thoughtfully. "There are some old hideouts used by resistance groups near the eastern edge of the forest. They might serve as a temporary refuge."

"Good idea," Kirishima agreed. "It's better than staying out in the open."

Jirou checked her equipment. "I'll try to reach out to our allies, but the signal's weak out here."

Denki smirked. "Leave the tech stuff to me. I can boost the signal."

As they began making preparations, Y/N attempted to stand. Bakugou was immediately at her side, offering support. "Don't push yourself dumbass," he muttered.

She gave him a grateful look. "I won't be a burden. I can manage."

He raised an eyebrow. "Who said anything about you being a burden?"

She smiled softly. "Thank you, Katsuki."

He blinked at the use of nickname, whilst familiar it felt oddly nice. "Just stay close," he huffed.

-

The group set off cautiously, moving through the dense forest with heightened awareness. The trees stood like silent sentinels, their branches weaving a canopy that filtered the sunlight into scattered beams. The oppressive atmosphere from earlier seemed to have lifted slightly, but the sense of urgency remained.

Eri walked beside Y/N, her small hand clutching tightly. "Do you think we'll be ok?" she asked quietly.

Y/N looked down at her, offering a reassuring smile. "I promise we'll do everything we can to keep you safe."

The path ahead was treacherous, with uneven terrain and hidden pitfalls. At one point, Denki nearly stumbled into a concealed ravine, only to be saved by Kirishima's quick reflexes.

"Watch your step," Kirishima warned. "This place is full of surprises."

Mina pointed ahead. "I think I see the hideout. Just beyond those rocks."

A cleverly concealed entrance was nestled between two large boulders, covered by thick vines and foliage. Shoto led the way, using his ice to reinforce the entrance once everyone was inside.

The interior was modest but functional—a single large room with remnants of old supplies and makeshift furniture. Dust covered most surfaces, indicating it hadn't been used in some time.

"Not exactly homey," Denki commented, brushing cobwebs from a wooden chair.

"Better than being out in the open," Jirou replied, setting down her equipment.

Bakugou paced near the entrance. "We can't stay here long. Overhaul's gang are probably searching the forest."

Shoto nodded. "Agreed. But we need rest and a concrete plan."

Y/N sat on an old crate, exhaustion catching up to her. Eri settled beside her, leaning against her arm.

Mina approached with a makeshift medical kit. "Let me check your wounds."

Y/N sighed but allowed Mina to tend to her injuries. "We need to figure out how to counter Overhaul's quirk," she said.

"Physical attacks might be more effective," Kirishima suggested. "He can't disassemble me when I'm hardened."

"But getting close is risky," Jirou pointed out. "We need a distraction or some way to limit his abilities."

Denki snapped his fingers. "What if we overload his senses? Bright lights, loud noises—could throw him off balance."

Bakugou considered this. "It's worth a shot. Combine that with a coordinated attack, and we might have a chance."

Eri looked up hesitantly. "There's... something else," she murmured.

Everyone turned their attention to her. "What is it, Eri?" Y/N asked gently.

She fidgeted nervously. "My quirk... Rewind. It can undo things—like injuries or even quirks."

Shoto's eyes widened slightly. "You can reverse someone's quirk?"

She nodded. "But I can't control it well. Last time I tried, it hurt someone."

Y/N placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "We can help you learn to control it."

Eri's gaze was uncertain. "What if I make things worse?"

"You won't," Deku said firmly. "We'll make sure of it."

Mina smiled encouragingly. "With a bit of practice, you might be the key to stopping Overhaul."

Jirou adjusted her earpiece. "We can set up a training schedule. But we'll need more resources."

Denki's communicator beeped suddenly. "Hey! I've got a signal!"

"Who is it?" Kirishima asked.

Denki fiddled with the device. "It's Uraraka and Lida! They're nearby!"

Relief washed over the group. "Tell them our location," Shoto instructed. "We could use their help."

Within the hour, footsteps echoed outside the hideout. The group tensed until familiar voices called out.

"Guys? It's us!" Uraraka emerged, followed by Tenya Iida

"You guys made it!" Deku greeted them warmly.

He smiled broadly. "We were worried when we lost contact after the initial attack. Glad to see you're both okay."

Iida adjusted his glasses. "We came as soon as we received your message."

Ochako approached Eri, offering a kind smile. "Hello there. You must be Eri."

Eri nodded shyly, clutching onto y/n's arm. "Hi."

Introductions were made, and the group filled in the newcomers on the situation.

"So, Overhaul is after Eri because of her quirk," Deku summarized, his expression thoughtful. "And he's powerful enough to counter most of our attacks."

Bakugou crossed his arms. "We were thinking of a coordinated assault—overload his senses and strike hard."

Deku nodded. "It's a solid plan. With all of us working together, our chances improve."

Iida agreed. "We must also consider evacuation routes and backup plans."

Ochako looked at Eri. "If we can keep him distracted, maybe Eri can use her quirk to neutralize his."

Eri's eyes widened. "But I don't know if I can."

Y/N squeezed her hand. "We believe in you."

The group spent the next few hours strategizing, each member contributing their strengths. As night fell, they settled in for some rest before the impending confrontation.

Y/N found herself outside the hideout, gazing up at the stars peeking through the canopy. Bakugou joined her, leaning against a tree.

"You should be resting," he said.

"Could say the same to you, usually you'd be out by 8," she replied lightly.

He shrugged. "Too much on my mind."

She glanced at him. "Thank you, for everything."

He met her gaze, the moonlight casting a soft glow on his features. "Just doing what needs to be done."

A comfortable silence settled between them. After a moment, he spoke again.

"Don't scare me like that again."

She raised an eyebrow. "Since when do I scare you?"

He scoffed. "You know what I mean."

A small smile played on her lips. "I'll do my best."

He nodded, a hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Good."

"The stars look so pretty tonight"

"Indeed" Bakugou replied as he continued to focus his attention on y/n, staring only at her

"Kats.. what are you doing out here" y/n turned around to seek out the new voice only to find herself staring at the brown haired girl. Her baby pink night dress hung to her frame, hugging the right curves as she smiled at the both of them

"oh it's the both of you" y/n couldn't stop herself from clicking her tongue. Since when did she give him a nickname?

"Uraraka you look cold here" The blonde man took off his red cloak moving over to the woman to wrap it round her shoulders. Y/n looked away ignoring the way she looked up at him like he was hers. Biting her lip she'd sigh before looking up at Bakugou his eyes already on her. It was an unsettling look one she couldn't read.

"I'm going to bed"

Before the two could respond y/n walked off. It wasn't a matter of pride or how she felt hurt she couldn't share a moment with just Bakugou in peace. She remembered that look on Uraraka's face. She was in love with him. It's the same look she shared with Bakugou as well.

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The Phoenix Burns

Chapter 7: Fight of wills

Just as y/n extended her hand, the shadows around them seemed to shift, the darkness growing heavier and more menacing.

A cold chill ran down Y/N’s spine as she felt a presence behind her. Slowly, she turned, her eyes widening as she saw a tall, dark figure emerging from the shadows. The man was clad in a long coat, his face partially obscured by a plague doctor’s mask that gleamed ominously in the dim light.

“Ah... hard to admit I can't control my own child but lately Eri here's been defying me no matter what i try,” the man stated casually moving closer, his voice low and unnervingly calm. The authority in his tone made Y/N’s blood run cold.

She instinctively positioned herself between the girl and the figure, her heart pounding in her chest. “Who are you?” she demanded, trying to keep her voice steady despite the fear gripping her.

The man tilted his head slightly, regarding her with an air of detached interest. “I'm her father, Chisaki,” he replied cryptically, his eyes narrowing behind the mask. “And right now, I need my daughter to come back to me”

Y/N’s mind raced, trying to make sense of the situation. She glanced down at the girl, who was now clinging to her leg, her small body shaking with fear. There was no way she was going to let this man take her. She felt a firm hand grip her shoulder. Looking over to the green haired man they would share the same understanding before she turned back.

“No,” Y/N said firmly, squaring her shoulders. “You’re not taking her.”

The man sighed, almost as if he was disappointed by her defiance. “You don’t understand what you’re dealing with,” he said, taking a step closer. “This child is not your concern. Hand her over, and you can walk away unscathed.”

Y/N felt a surge of protective anger rise within her. “I don’t care who you are or what you want,” she snapped. “She’s not going anywhere with you.”

The man’s eyes flickered with something akin to irritation. “You’re making a mistake,” he warned. “This will not end well for you.”

Before Y/N could respond, the girl’s grip on her leg tightened, and she looked up at Y/N with wide, tear-filled eyes. “I'm sorry,” the girl whimpered, her voice barely a whisper. “You should go...”

Y/N’s resolve hardened. “I won’t let him hurt you again,” she promised, stepping back to put more distance between them and the man. “you're gonna be ok, I promise.”

The man’s gaze darkened, and he reached out a gloved hand toward them. “Enough of this,” he said coldly. “You leave me no choice.”

As he spoke, the air around them seemed to grow heavy with a suffocating pressure, and Y/N’s heart raced as she realized that this would not end with a simple fight. He was dangerous—far more dangerous than she had anticipated.

But that wasn't gonna stop her.

“Deku!” Y/N shouted, her voice ringing out through the forest as she called for backup. "Take Eri and alert the rest, I'll distract him"

The man’s eyes narrowed further, and a sinister smile played at the corners of his lips. “Ah, so you’re not alone,” he mused. “This might be more interesting than I thought.” Tilting his head slightly, his gaze hardening as he observed her defiance. Without a word, he moved his hand in a sharp, deliberate motion, and the ground beneath them began to shift unnaturally. Rocks and dirt disintegrated into dust, the very earth itself crumbling away as his quirk—Overhaul—began to take effect.

Y/N’s eyes widened in horror as she realized the extent of his power. The ground beneath her feet gave way, and she stumbled back, clutching the girl tightly as she struggled to stay upright.

"Run!" Y/N shouted, pushing the girl away towards Deku as she faced the man head-on. She couldn’t let him get close—not with that kind of power.

The man didn’t give her a chance to retreat. In an instant, he lunged forward, his hand outstretched to grab her. Y/N reacted on instinct, drawing on the energy stored within her from the sun. Her quirk flared to life, a brilliant light emanating from her palms as she unleashed a burst of solar energy directly at him.

The energy blast struck the ground between them, creating a blinding flash of light and heat. Overhaul was forced to halt his advance, his expression momentarily surprised by the intensity of the attack. But the surprise quickly faded, replaced by a cold, calculating focus.

He stepped forward again, and Y/N felt the earth tremble as his quirk began to disassemble the rocks and trees around them, turning them into jagged shards that hovered in the air. With a flick of his wrist, he sent the deadly debris hurtling toward her.

Y/N’s heart raced as she dodged to the side, narrowly avoiding the barrage of sharp projectiles. She spun around, sending another wave of solar energy crashing into the ground, hoping to disrupt his control over the environment. But Overhaul was relentless, his movements precise and controlled as he continued to manipulate the matter around them.

He’s not just powerful, Y/N realized with a sinking feeling. He’s a strategist. Every move he makes is calculated, and he’s not giving me a single opening.

But she couldn’t afford to hesitate. The girl was still in danger, and Y/N had to protect her no matter the cost.

Drawing in a deep breath, Y/N focused her energy, gathering as much sunlight as she could from the remnants of the day. The air around her began to shimmer with heat, and she could feel the power building within her, ready to be unleashed.

Overhaul, sensing the change, narrowed his eyes and raised his hand again. The ground beneath Y/N’s feet began to crack and shift, the earth splitting apart as he prepared to disassemble her.

But Y/N was faster.

With a fierce cry, she unleashed a massive blast of solar energy, directing it straight at Overhaul. The light was blinding, the heat intense enough to warp the air around it as it surged forward. For a moment, it seemed like she had overwhelmed him, the sheer force of her quirk pushing him back.

But then, to her horror, she saw him raise his hand, and the energy blast began to disintegrate, unraveling before her eyes as Overhaul’s quirk took hold. The brilliant light that had filled the forest was snuffed out in an instant, and the energy that Y/N had poured into the attack vanished into nothingness.

He can disassemble energy too?! Y/N thought in disbelief.

Before she could react, Overhaul moved with terrifying speed, closing the distance between them in a single stride. His hand shot out, and Y/N barely had time to dodge. His fingers brushed against her arm, and she felt a searing pain as the skin began to disintegrate, the flesh breaking down at his touch.

Y/N bit back a scream, her vision blurring as she stumbled back, clutching her injured arm. She could see the raw muscle beneath the surface, the damage rapidly spreading as Overhaul’s quirk continued to take effect.

But she couldn’t afford to fall here. She had to protect the girl, had to survive.

Summoning every ounce of her willpower, Y/N channeled the remaining energy within her, focusing it into a concentrated beam of light that she aimed directly at Overhaul’s chest. She knew it was risky—if he disassembled it again, she’d be out of options—but she had no choice.

The beam shot forward, and Overhaul’s eyes widened ever so slightly as he realized the intensity of the attack. This time, he didn’t try to disassemble it. Instead, he raised his arm, the ground around him shifting as he created a wall of debris to block the attack.

The beam collided with the makeshift barrier, and the impact sent a shockwave through the forest, the ground trembling beneath them. Overhaul staggered back, his barrier crumbling under the force of the blast.

Y/N didn’t waste a second. She charged forward, using the last of her energy to close the distance between them. Her arm throbbed with pain, but she pushed through it, her determination driving her forward.

She had to end this.

But just as she reached him, Overhaul’s hand shot out again, this time aiming for her chest. Y/N twisted at the last second, but his fingers brushed against her side, and she felt the same searing pain as before, her ribs cracking as his quirk began to disassemble her body.

Y/N cried out, collapsing to the ground as the pain overwhelmed her. She could feel her strength slipping away, her vision darkening as the world around her began to blur.

“Pathetic,” Overhaul muttered, his voice cold and detached as he looked down at her. “You should have surrendered when you had the chance.”

Y/N struggled to stay conscious, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she fought against the darkness closing in around her. She couldn’t die here. Not like this.

But just as she felt herself slipping away, a burst of light filled the clearing, and Bakugou appeared, his explosive energy crackling around him as he charged at Overhaul with a ferocious roar.

“Who. The. Fuck. ARE YOU?!” Bakugou's scream only grew louder with each word until he was shouting at the top of his lungs, the raspy undertone hinting to how he had just woken up as his palms ignited with a massive explosion that sent Overhaul flying backward.

Y/N’s vision blurred, as she leaned against a tree, clutching onto her wound. She could barely make out the figures in front of her as Bakugou launched himself at Overhaul, his relentless assault driving the man back. The ground shook with the force of their clash, the air filled with the sound of explosions and the crackling of energy.

The man recovered quickly, his eyes narrowing behind the mask as he assessed Bakugou with a new level of interest. “So, you must be the infamous Dragonblood heir,” he said, his voice laced with a dark amusement. “I’ve heard quite a bit about you.”

Bakugou snarled, his explosive energy flaring up around him. “You’re dead,” he growled.

The man simply chuckled, his calm demeanor unfazed by Bakugou’s threat. “Such bravado,” he remarked. “But you’ll find that I’m not so easily intimidated.”

With a swift motion, the man reached into his coat, pulling out a vial filled with a dark, swirling liquid. “Let’s see how you handle this,” he said, tossing the vial to the ground.

The vial shattered on impact, and a thick, noxious cloud erupted from it, quickly enveloping the area. Y/N coughed, her vision blurring as the cloud surrounded them, and she felt a wave of dizziness wash over her.

“Bakugou!” she called out, struggling to stay conscious as the world around her began to spin.

Bakugou’s voice cut through the haze, sharp and commanding. “Don’t breathe it in! Look at me y/n...you're gonna be ok just stay with me damnit!" She felt his warm body against hers, two big arms holding onto her frame before darkness claimed her consciousness.

Author's note: Hey sorry for the delay in posting been busy again. I have a lot of idead w this fanfic including having a little dabi x yn moment we'll see where it goes but please leave a like it means a lot knowing this story is being supported. Thanks!!

[xmaudx]

The Phoenix Burns

Chapter 6: A dove in the greens

Alkora Forest stretched before them like a vast, ancient labyrinth, its towering trees shrouded in a near-impenetrable darkness. The trees were ancient, their thick trunks gnarled and twisted, roots breaking through the forest floor in tangled webs. Vines clung to the bark, winding upwards until they disappeared into the dense canopy above. The leaves rustled softly, but the sound seemed distant, almost muffled, as if the forest itself were swallowing the noise.

The further you looked within , the more the light dimmed, the thick foliage blocking out the sky above. Shafts of pale light occasionally broke through the canopy, casting eerie, shifting patterns on the forest floor. The ground itself was uneven, blanketed in a thick layer of decaying leaves and undergrowth. The air was heavy with the scent of damp earth, moss, and the faint, acrid tang of something rotting.

A low, constant hum seemed to emanate from the very heart of the forest, a vibration that thrummed through the air and resonated deep within their bones. It was as if the forest were alive, watching, waiting, and displeased by their presence. The branches of the trees twisted and contorted, reaching out like skeletal hands, grasping at them as they passed. The shadows between the trees seemed to move and shift, creating the illusion of figures lurking just out of sight.

As Kirishima descended, his wings beating against the air with powerful strokes, there was a sense of unease that settled between the three. The closer they got to the ground, the heavier the atmosphere became, as if the very air within the forest was burdened with secrets and dangers.

They landed in a small clearing at the edge of the forest, where the rest of their comrades were already waiting. Y/N recognized the familiar faces Sero, Denki both close comrades to Bakugou, and Jiro —each of them geared up and ready for what lay ahead. Their expressions were a mix of determination and anxiety, a reflection of the uncertainty that had been brewing ever since they had learned of their mission.

As Y/N dismounted from Kirishima’s dragon form, she felt a hand on her shoulder. She turned to see Mina, her pink hair slightly tousled from the flight and her skin covered in light pink scales, a consequence to her return to human form upon flying as a dragon, but her eyes sharp and focused. “You okay girl?” Mina asked, her voice low enough that only Y/N could hear.

Y/N forced a smile, nodding as she replied, “Yeah. Just... the forest. It feels different.”

Mina glanced around, her own gaze darkening slightly as she took in their surroundings. “Yeah, I noticed that too. It’s like it’s watching us or something. But we got each other ok? Don't stress!”

Before Y/N could respond, Bakugou’s voice cut through the clearing. “Alright, listen up!” he barked, his usual fiery demeanor tempered by a rare seriousness. “We’re not here to play games. The forest is dangerous, and we’ve got a job to do. Stick to the plan, watch each other’s backs, and don’t do anything stupid. Got it?”

A chorus of affirmations followed, the group nodding in unison. Y/N could see the tension in their faces, the understanding that they were walking into something far more perilous than anything they’d faced before. The forest seemed to hum with an ominous energy, as if it were aware of the intruders and displeased by their presence.

Shoto stepped forward, his eyes scanning the treeline as he spoke. “The reports indicate that something strange has been occuring within the deeper parts of the forest. We need to find what it is exactly, gather intelligence, and return without being detected. Speed and stealth are key."

Kirishima, now back in his human form, clenched his fists with a determined grin. “And if we run into those bastards?”

“Then we take them down,” Bakugou replied, his tone cold and final.

“But only if we have to.The priority is getting the information we need and getting out of there.” Deku added

As the group began to move deeper into the forest, Y/N fell into step beside Bakugou. The dense foliage closed in around them, the shadows growing darker with each step. The sounds of the forest—rustling leaves, distant animal calls, and the occasional snap of a twig—filled the silence, creating a tense and uneasy atmosphere.

Bakugou watched y/n, how her body swayed with caution, her eyes darting around the area. "ha you scared?" Bakugou met her gaze grinning at the way she flinched from his voice.

"pft? of your face, yeah"

before the two could continue their banter Shoto held up a hand, signalling for the group to pause.

Everyone froze, their breaths held as they listened intently. Y/N strained her ears, trying to pick up on whatever had caught Shoto’s attention.

At first, there was nothing—just the usual sounds of the forest. But then, faintly, she heard it. The distant sound of voices, muffled and low, carried by the wind through the trees. It was impossible to make out what they were saying, but there was no mistaking the fact that they were not alone.

Suddenly, Shoto's voice cut through the silence. “Jirou.”

Jirou nodded, her expression serious. “On it.” She focused, her earlobes extending and pressing against the ground as she activated her quirk, listening intently to the sounds of the forest. The rest of the group stood still, tension thick in the air as they waited for her report.

Moments later, Jirou’s eyes widened slightly, and she quickly retracted her earlobes. “I hear... a little girl. She’s crying.”

Y/N’s heart skipped a beat. “Where” she asked urgently, her voice filled with concern.

Ochako, however, stepped forward, her expression grim, gripping the girl's wrist. “Wait, Y/N. It could be a trap. I’ve read about spells that lure people in by mimicking the sound of a child in distress. It’s a common trick used by dark magic practitioners.”

Y/N’s agitation grew, her worry for the child outweighing her sense of caution. “But what if it’s real? We can’t just leave her out there!”

Bakugou clenched his fists, his gaze flicking between Y/N and Ochako. “Damn it, we’re not walking into anything blind. We’ll stay on alert, but we’re not ignoring this either.”

The group exchanged uneasy glances but eventually agreed to proceed cautiously. After a while, they decided to settle down for the evening, lighting a small fire to keep warm. The flames flickered weakly in the oppressive darkness of the Alkora Forest, casting long shadows that danced across their tense faces. One by one, they prepared to rest, but sleep didn’t come easily.

Y/N sat by the dying fire, her eyes fixed on the glowing embers as they slowly faded. The forest seemed to close in around them, the darkness growing thicker and more oppressive with every passing minute. Her thoughts kept drifting back to the sound of the crying child. Despite Ochako’s warning, she couldn’t shake the feeling that someone out there needed help.

Suddenly, the faint sound of crying reached her ears again, closer this time. Her heart pounded as she shot to her feet, the sound drawing her deeper into the forest. She moved quickly, her footsteps almost silent on the leaf-covered ground, until she came upon a small figure huddled among the trees.

It was a young girl, her blue hair tangled and matted, tears streaming down her cheeks as she clutched onto Y/n. “He's going to find me, he's going to find me again..please,” the girl whimpered, her voice trembling with fear.

Y/N’s breath caught in her throat. “It’s okay,” she whispered, kneeling down to the girl’s level. “It's okay you're okay.” She'd hug the girl, rocking her feeble body side to side

"y/n..what happened" Izuku's presence did nothing to calm the girl's racing heart. Something was very wrong.

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The Phoenix Burns

TW: death description, blood, children death

Chapter 5: a mother's warning

The night was dark and still as Katsuki, and Y/N flew through the sky on Kirishima's back, the wind whipping through their hair. Kirishima, in his dragon form, cut through the clouds with powerful wings, his crimson scales gleaming faintly in the moonlight. Y/N sat between his wings, her hands gripping the rough scales for support. Beside her, Katsuki was quiet, his eyes narrowed in thought as they sped towards the castle.

The journey back to the Hellfire Kingdom had been swift. They had confirmed the details of the mission, one that required the group to split temporarily in order to prepare appropriately. Y/N, Kirishima, and Katsuki were tasked with informing the Queen Mother, Katsuki’s mother, about their plans. The rest of the team would meet them in the afternoon, the next day outside Enji's kingdom. There was a comfort in the familiar rhythm of Kirishima’s flight that calmed y/n despite the hectic events that had taken place, something she grew to appreciate more throughout the journey back home.

As the castle came into view, towering and imposing against the night sky, Y/N couldn’t help but feel a sense of foreboding. The mission they were about to undertake was dangerous, and the weight of it pressed heavily on her.

Kirishima descended gracefully, landing in the courtyard with a soft thud. As he transformed back into his human form, Y/N and Katsuki slid off his back, their boots crunching against the gravel. The castle was quiet, its stone walls bathed in the silver light of the moon.

Katsuki led the way, his stride confident and determined as they made their way to the Queen Mother’s chambers. Y/N followed closely, her thoughts racing. She had always respected the Queen Mother, a formidable woman with a sharp mind and a fierce love for her son. But tonight, Y/N felt a strange unease.

The guards at the chamber doors bowed deeply as they approached, opening the grand doors to reveal the Queen Mother seated at her desk, her auburn hair pinned up in an elegant style. She looked up as they entered, her eyes softening at the sight of her son.

“Katsuki,” she greeted, rising from her chair. Her gaze then shifted to Y/N and Kirishima, and she smiled warmly. “Y/N, Eijiro, it’s good to see you.”

“Mother,” Katsuki said, inclining his head slightly in respect. “We’ve come to inform you of our new mission.”

The Queen Mother’s expression grew serious as she listened to Katsuki explain their orders, her brow furrowing in concern. She was a woman of great strength, both physically and emotionally, and Y/N had always admired her. But tonight, Y/N could see the worry etched in her features.

“I understand,” the Queen Mother said after a moment, her voice steady but laced with concern. “This mission is important, but it’s also dangerous. You must all be careful.”

“We will,” Katsuki assured her, though there was a fierceness in his tone that spoke of his determination to succeed at any cost.

The Queen Mother stepped forward, her gaze softening as she reached out to Y/N. “Y/N, my dear,” she said, her voice gentle as she cupped Y/N’s face in her hands. “You’ve grown so much since you first came here. I know you’ll be strong, but remember, it’s okay to lean on those who care for you.”

Y/N’s heart swelled with warmth at the Queen Mother’s words. She had always seen her as a motherly figure, someone who had taken her in and cared for her when she had no one else. “Thank you,” Y/N whispered, her voice thick with emotion.

The Queen Mother smiled and leaned down to press a kiss to Y/N’s forehead, a gesture of affection and protection. Then, she turned to Katsuki, her expression remaining soft though much lighter now as she reached up to ruffle his hair. “And you, my son, take care of yourself. Don’t let that temper of yours get the better of you.”

Katsuki grumbled something under his breath, pulling away from the warmth of his mother as she rolled his eyes.

As they left the chamber, Y/N’s thoughts turned to Mina. The group would need all the strength they could muster, and Mina’s bubbly personality and unyielding courage would be invaluable. As soon as they reached the hallway, Y/N turned to Katsuki.

“I’m going to find Mina,” she said. “We need her on this mission.”

Katsuki nodded, his expression thoughtful. “Good idea. I’ll go check in with the others.”

Y/N made her way to Mina’s quarters, the corridors of the castle eerily quiet at this late hour. When she reached Mina’s door, she knocked lightly, hoping she wasn’t waking her friend from sleep.

The door creaked open, and Mina’s bright pink hair appeared, her eyes blinking sleepily. “Y/N? What’s up?”

“I’m sorry to bother you,” Y/N said, offering an apologetic smile. “But we’ve got a new mission, and I wanted to ask if you’d come with us. We could really use you.”

Mina’s sleepy expression vanished, replaced with a determined grin. “Of course I’ll come! You know I’m always up for a mission.”

Y/N felt a wave of relief at her friend’s enthusiasm. Mina’s presence always brought a sense of lightness, even in the darkest of times. “Thanks, Mina. I’ll see you in the morning.”

Mina gave her a thumbs-up, the two girls giving each other a quick hug before Mina closed the door. Y/N made her way back to her own quarters, exhaustion starting to weigh on her. The events of the day had taken their toll, and she longed for the comfort of her bed.

As she finally lay down, the cool sheets a welcome relief against her skin, sleep came quickly. But it was not a peaceful rest.

The dream began slowly, like a heavy mist rolling in, obscuring her thoughts. Y/N found herself standing in a place she knew all too well—the remnants of her tribe’s village. But this time, it was not the quiet ruins she had visited in the past. This time, it was alive with the horrors she had only heard about in stories.

The sky above was dark, choked with smoke as flames devoured the village. The air was thick with the acrid scent of burning wood and the coppery tang of blood. Screams pierced the night, the cries of her people—her family—echoing in her ears.

Y/N’s heart pounded in her chest as she stumbled forward, her feet carrying her towards the source of the screams. She knew what she would find, but the nightmare forced her to witness it, to confront the horrors that had been done to her people.

She rounded a corner, and there they were—All for One and his men, faceless monsters draped in shadows, their hands slick with blood as they tore through the village. Y/N watched in horror as they grabbed children, ripping them from their mothers’ arms. Four children, no older than five, were dragged kicking and screaming towards the center of the village.

“Stop... please..no” Y/N cried, but her voice was swallowed by the chaos around her. She was a ghost in this nightmare, powerless to stop what was happening.

One of the men held a baby aloft, its tiny limbs flailing as it cried out in terror. She watched the mother beg for him to stop, her tears bathing the ground underneath as she reached out in an attempt to protect her child The goon’s hand was raised high, a blade glinting in the firelight, and in one swift motion, it brought the blade down. Y/N’s stomach turned as she watched the baby’s head roll to the ground, the cries silenced in an instant.

“no..” Y/N murmured, her heart shattering as she watched mothers and fathers fall to the ground, their lives snuffed out before their children’s eyes. The ground beneath her was slick with blood, the village a twisted hellscape of death and destruction.

She turned, desperate to find something, someone, anything to stop this nightmare. But everywhere she looked, there was only death. A mother’s body lay crumpled in the dirt, her arms still wrapped around her child in a futile attempt to protect them. A father was gutted in front of his son, the boy’s scream piercing the air as he watched his old man fall.

Y/N stumbled back, her hands shaking as she tried to block out the sights and sounds. But they wouldn’t stop. They wouldn’t go away.

And then, through the haze of death and despair, she saw her.

She stood at the edge of the carnage, her face serene and calm amidst the chaos. Y/N’s breath caught in her throat as she stumbled towards her, tears streaming down her face. “Mother...”

Her mother turned to her, her eyes filled with a deep, aching sorrow. She stepped forward, cradling Y/N’s cheeks with her trembling. “Oh, Y/N, my love,” she whispered, her voice soft and filled with aching sorrow. “I know, my child... I wish I could protect you from what lies ahead"

Her mother paused, swallowing hard as if the words she needed to say were almost too much to speak. Tears glistened in her eyes, but she forced herself to continue, her voice thick with emotion "I am so sorry I am not there for you... oh, my little girl...”

A tear slid down her mother’s cheek, but she did not wipe it away. Instead, she leaned closer, pressing her forehead against Y/N's, as if trying to impart every ounce of her strength to her daughter.

Y/N’s heart broke at her mother’s words, the pain of loss washing over her in waves. She wanted to say something, to tell her mother how much she missed her, how much she needed her. But the words wouldn’t come.

Her mother’s voice began to fade, growing fainter and fainter as the cries and screams of the village grew louder, drowning y/n's thoughts. “I love you, Y/N,” her mother whispered, her voice barely audible. “I love you so much my sweet sweet girl...”

Y/N jolted awake, gasping for breath as the remnants of the nightmare clung to her mind like a thick, suffocating fog. Her heart pounded wildly in her chest, and her skin felt clammy with sweat. The images from her dream—the blood, the screams, her mother’s sorrowful voice—played on an endless loop in her mind. She could still feel the ghostly touch of her mother’s hands on her cheeks, the despair in her voice echoing in her ears.

Instinctively, her hand flew to her mother's necklace hanging around her neck, her fingers wrapping tightly around the familiar pendant. The cool metal pressed against her palm, grounding her in the present, but it did little to ease the terror that had lodged itself deep in her heart.

She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to push the horrific images away, but they refused to fade. The weight of her mother’s words, the sorrow that had laced each syllable, bore down on her, making it hard to breathe.

With a shuddering breath, Y/N forced herself to sit up, her body trembling as she swung her legs over the side of the bed. She needed to move, to do something—anything—to escape the suffocating grip of the nightmare.

Pushing herself to her feet, she stumbled towards the washroom, her limbs heavy and uncoordinated, as if she were still caught in the grip of the dream. The room was dark, the faint light of dawn just beginning to creep through the windows, but she didn’t bother to light a lamp. She didn’t want to see her reflection—didn’t want to confront the fear and anguish she knew would be etched across her face.

The moment she reached the washroom she splashed water from the bucket onto her face. The shock of the icy liquid jolted her senses, but it wasn’t enough. She felt dirty, disgusting even, as if the blood of her tribe still clung to her skin.

Ripping her night gown off she'd strip down, the cold air biting at her skin before she walked into the tub of cold water. She didn't wait for any of the maids to fill it with fresh hot water. Instead she soaked herself in the cold liquid before grabbing a bar of soap. She began to scrub at her arms, her movements frantic and rough. The soap lathered quickly, but she didn’t stop, rubbing harder as if she could cleanse herself of the pain and guilt that had taken root in her soul. She'd ignore how her skin turned red under the relentless assault, instead focusing on her need to feel clean, to wash away the memories that haunted her.

But no matter how hard she scrubbed, the images persisted—the sight of her people being slaughtered, the cries of the children, the sorrow in her mother’s eyes. Her hands trembled as she dragged the soap across her skin again and again, trying to erase the past, to make herself whole again.

A choked sob escaped her lips, and she clung to the edge of the tub, her knuckles white from the force of her grip. Tears mingled with the water, dripping down her face and into the tub below, but she didn’t stop. She couldn’t stop.

Eventually, her strength gave out, and she slumped against the washstand, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Her skin burned from the harsh treatment, but she barely noticed. All she could feel was the hollow ache in her chest, the overwhelming sense of loss and despair that threatened to swallow her whole.

After what felt like an eternity, Y/N finally forced herself to straighten up. Her hands shook as she reached for a cloth, her movements slow and deliberate as she dried her raw, aching skin. The nightmare had left her shaken, but she couldn’t afford to let it control her. Not now, when so much was at stake.

She caught a glimpse of herself against the water. Her eyes were red-rimmed and haunted, her face pale and drawn. She looked like a ghost of the person she used to be, but there was a fire in her eyes—a spark of determination that refused to be extinguished.

Taking a deep breath, Y/N turned away from the mirror and began to get dressed. She had a mission to complete, and she couldn’t allow herself to be consumed by the past. The ghosts of her tribe might haunt her dreams, but she wouldn’t let them dictate her actions. She had a duty to her people, to the memory of those who had been lost, and she would see it through—no matter the cost.

As she stepped out of the washroom, she caught sight of her mother’s necklace, still clutched tightly around her neck. She hesitated for a moment, then lifted it to her lips, pressing a soft kiss to the gold pendant before slipping it back against her neck.

With one last, steadying breath, Y/N left her room and headed towards the meeting place where the rest of the group awaited her. The memory of her nightmare still lingered at the edges of her mind, but she pushed it aside, focusing instead on the task ahead. There was no room for fear now. Only resolve.

Authors note: sorry for such a late update i had work and stuff to do to prep for uni but i hope u guys enjoyed the chapter. spoilers there will probs be no happy ending idk we'll see but yh yn is going to suffer lolll

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The Phoenix Burns

Chapter 4: bluebell

Y/N barely registered where she was going as she hurried through the castle’s halls, her feet carrying her almost on instinct. She didn’t stop until she found herself in the castle gardens, the cool morning air doing little to calm her racing heart. She collapsed onto a stone bench, burying her face in her hands as she tried to catch her breath.

What had she done? She had just struck the king of the Hellfire Kingdom, a man known for his ruthless nature and unyielding power. The consequences could be disastrous, not just for her, but for her entire tribe. She had acted on impulse, and now she was terrified of what might happen next.

As she sat there, trying to make sense of her swirling emotions, she heard the sound of footsteps approaching. She looked up, expecting to see one of the guards, or perhaps even Katsuki, but instead, she was met with a surprising sight.

A woman stood before her, her long, white hair cascading down her back like a waterfall. Her eyes were a soft, pale blue, almost otherworldly in their serenity. She wore a simple, elegant gown that contrasted with the sharp edges of the castle’s stone walls. Y/N recognized her immediately, though she had never met her in person before.

It was Queen Rei Todoroki.

Y/N quickly stood, bowing her head in respect. “Your Majesty,” she said, her voice still shaky. “I—I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to invade—”

Queen Rei held up a hand, her expression gentle but firm. “Please, there’s no need for apologies. I know what happened, and I understand why you reacted the way you did.”

Y/N blinked in surprise, lifting her head to meet the queen’s gaze. “You do?”

Queen Rei smiled, a small, knowing smile that seemed to hold a world of wisdom. “Enji can be... difficult. He has a way of getting under people’s skin, of provoking them. It’s a trait that has served him well as a ruler, but it also makes him enemies.”

Y/N felt a wave of relief wash over her, but it was quickly followed by a pang of guilt. “I shouldn’t have lost my temper. I let my emotions get the better of me, and now... now I’ve jeopardized everything.”

The queen’s smile softened, and she moved to sit beside Y/N on the bench. “Emotions are not a weakness, Y/N. They are a part of who we are, and sometimes, they must be expressed. You’ve been through a great deal, more than most could bear, and yet you’ve remained strong. That is not something to be ashamed of.”

Y/N looked at Queen Rei, her eyes searching for any hint of judgment or disapproval, but she found none. Instead, she found only understanding, a kind of quiet strength that put her at ease.

“Thank you, Your Majesty,” Y/N said, her voice barely above a whisper. “But I’m still worried. What if King Enji—”

“He won’t,” Queen Rei interrupted gently, her tone firm. “Enji is many things, but he’s not a fool. He knows the importance of the Dragonblood Tribe, even if he pretends otherwise. And as for your outburst... well, let’s just say it was long overdue.”

Y/N stared at the queen in shock. “You think so?”

Queen Rei chuckled softly, a sound that was both light and comforting. “Oh, yes. My husband has a way of crossing people's boundaries, and I daresay he deserved that slap more than you realize. He’s been too caught up in his own power, forgetting that it’s the people around him who help him maintain it. Sometimes, a reminder is necessary.”

Y/N couldn’t help but smile, a small, tentative smile that slowly grew as she realized that she wasn’t alone in her frustration. “I never expected to hear that from you, Your Majesty.”

Queen Rei’s smile widened, her eyes twinkling with a hint of mischief. “There’s much you don’t know about me, Y/N. I may be the queen, but that doesn’t mean I’ve always agreed with the way things are done. Sometimes, the most powerful changes start with a small act of defiance.”

Y/N let out a breath she didn’t realize she’d been holding, the tension in her shoulders easing slightly. “I just... I don’t want to cause more trouble for my tribe. We’ve already been through so much.”

Queen Rei reached out, placing a gentle hand on Y/N’s shoulder. “You won’t. In fact, I believe you’ve done something very important today. You’ve shown strength, not just for yourself, but for your people. And that is something that cannot be ignored.”

Y/N nodded, her heart feeling lighter than it had in a long time. “Thank you, Your Majesty. Your words mean a lot to me.”

The queen stood, her gaze softening as she looked out over the garden. Walking through the path she'd stand in front of a patch of bluebell flowers before gently stroking the closest plant.

"Bluebell flowers. They are delicate but very pretty. I don't remember why I love them so much. I think...they remind me of someone. Someone I loved. Someone I knew. You reminded me of that someone y/n."

y/n looked up at the queen smiling kindly. "I am glad to hear that Your Grace."

There was a moment of silence shared between the two, a comforting acknowledgment of each other before The Queen turned away to look back towards the castle doors.

I believe you should rejoin the meeting. Enji may be furious, but he will respect you for standing up to him. And if he doesn’t, well… you’ll have more allies than you think.”

Y/N hesitated for a moment, unsure of whether to bid the frail women only to return to the hectic endeavours of the meeting . But Queen Rei’s confidence was infectious, and she found herself standing as well, determination settling in her chest.

“I will,” she said, her voice stronger now. “I’ll go back.”

Queen Rei nodded, her expression approving. “Good. And remember, Y/N, you are not alone in this." The womans hand gently stroked the young girls cheek, the affectionate action taking y/n by surprise. "There are those who will stand with you, even when the odds seem insurmountable.”

Y/N smiled gratefully, her heart swelling with newfound resolve. “Thank you, Your Majesty. I won’t forget your kindness.”

As Y/N turned to leave, Queen Rei’s voice called out softly, “And Y/N... don’t be afraid to show your true strength. It’s what will make you a great leader one day.”

With those words ringing in her ears, Y/N made her way back towards the meeting room, her steps more confident than before. She knew there would be consequences for her actions, but she also knew that she couldn’t back down now. Not when so much was at stake.

'she looks just like her mother' Queen Rei thought to herself before smiling at the thought.

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Back in the meeting room, the atmosphere was thick with tension. Katsuki Bakugou stood rigidly, his eyes locked on the door Y/N had stormed out of. The room was filled with an uncomfortable silence, with everyone waiting for the king’s reaction. King Enji’s cheek was still red from the slap, but his expression had settled into one of cold calculation rather than the expected rage.

Izuku Midoriya glanced at Katsuki, concern etched across his face. “Kacchan, what are we going to do? Y/N didn’t mean to—”

“Shut up, Deku,” Katsuki snapped, though there was no real venom in his voice. His mind was racing, trying to figure out the best way to diffuse the situation. Y/N’s outburst had been bold—reckless, even—but part of him couldn’t help but admire her for it. She had stood up to a king, something that took more guts than most could muster.

Ochako, sitting beside Katsuki, seemed equally unsettled, almost. Her usually warm demeanor was strained as she cast nervous glances at King Enji, as if trying to gauge how he would respond, her brows furrowed as she looked back to Bakugou. She reached out to touch Katsuki’s arm in what was meant to be a comforting gesture, but he pulled away, too focused on the problem at hand to notice.

Prince Shoto Todoroki, who had been silent during the exchange, finally spoke up. “Father,” he said calmly, his mismatched eyes meeting King Enji’s, “perhaps it would be wise to consider settling your quarrel with y/n. The Dragonblood Tribe is a valuable ally, and we should respect their contributions rather than dismiss them.”

King Enji’s gaze flicked to his son, the coldness in his eyes momentarily softening. He respected Shoto’s judgment, and there was a truth to his words that even the king couldn’t ignore. Still, his pride demanded a response. “She struck me, Shoto. Do you understand the implications of that? A show of disrespect to the throne is not something I can simply overlook.”

Kirishima, who had been watching the exchange with an anxious frown, spoke up as well. “With all due respect, Your Majesty, Y/N acted out of a sense of duty to her people. She wasn’t just defending herself—she was defending her entire tribe. That kind of loyalty is something we should value.”

King Enji’s eyes narrowed, but before he could respond, the doors to the meeting room swung open once again. All eyes turned as Y/N reentered the room, her head held high and her expression resolute. She walked back to her seat, every step measured, as if each one was a declaration of her unwavering determination.

There was a collective intake of breath as she sat down, facing King Enji without a trace of fear. The silence that followed was thick with anticipation, everyone waiting to see what would happen next.

King Enji regarded Y/N with a cool, appraising gaze. His anger had not abated, but there was a new element in his expression—something almost like respect, though it was buried deep beneath layers of pride and authority.

“Y/N,” the king said slowly, his voice carrying an edge that demanded attention. “You’ve shown a boldness today that many would consider foolish. But I cannot deny that our relations with the Dragonblood tribe is much more significant then your reckless actions.”

Y/N met his gaze evenly, her heart pounding

“Yes your majesty. I agree such reckless actions that are dire to maintaining the honour of my tribe as well as the reputation of our dragonblood tribe should not hinder our relations with your kingdom and this diplomatic meeting"

Her voice was steady, the sarcasm laced in her response did not go unnoticed around the table.

King Enji’s eyes narrowed slightly, but he nodded, as if reaching a decision. “Very well. Your position in this kingdom will not be diminished. But remember this, Y/N. I expect you to control your temper in the future, especially in the presence of the throne.”

Y/N inclined her head in acknowledgment. “I understand, Your Majesty.”

With that, the tension in the room seemed to ease slightly, though the atmosphere remained charged. Katsuki let out a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding, relieved that the situation hadn’t escalated further. He shot a quick glance at Y/N, his eyes filled with a mixture of pride and concern, though he said nothing.

King Enji straightened, his authoritative demeanor fully restored. “Now, let’s return to the matter at hand—the suspicious activities in Alkora Forest. We cannot afford to ignore the possibility that All for One is involved. If there is even a chance that the devil king is behind this, we must act swiftly.”

Izuku nodded, leaning forward with renewed focus. “I’ve gathered some reports from the local scouts. They’ve seen strange creatures moving through the forest—beasts that shouldn’t exist in this realm. It’s as if someone is experimenting with dark magic, creating abominations.”

“Then we need to investigate,” Katsuki said, his voice firm. “We can’t sit here and wait for those bastards to come to us. We need to take the fight to them.”

King Enji considered this, his gaze shifting to the assembled group. “Very well. I will send a team to Alkora Forest to investigate these disturbances. Bakugou, Midoriya, Todoroki, Kirishima—you will lead the expedition. Y/N, given your recent display of... passion, I expect you to accompany them as well. Your insight could prove valuable.”

Y/N nodded, a sense of purpose settling over her. This was her chance to prove herself, to show that her tribe was still a force to be reckoned with.

As the meeting concluded, everyone began to rise from their seats, discussing the preparations for the journey. Y/N lingered for a moment, her thoughts still reeling from everything that had happened. She glanced at Katsuki, who was speaking with Kirishima and Izuku, his expression serious.

Before she could approach him, a movement out of the corner of her eye caught her attention. She turned her head, scanning the armoured soldiers within the room, but saw nothing. Yet, she couldn’t shake the feeling that someone—or something—was watching her.

Her heart skipped a beat as a flash of pale skin and yellow eyes appeared in the corner of her vision, just for a split second. But when she turned fully, there was nothing there—only a soldier moving towards the doors.

Y/N’s pulse quickened. Was it her imagination, or had she just seen that woman before. The memory of the eerie figure from the night before—the woman with the unsettling smile—flashed in her mind. To be lurking within the kingdom so easily it must be a worker within the castle. Looking over to the soldier she watched it open the door swiftly. She hadn’t told anyone about that encounter, but now, she wondered if she should have. Now she wondered if not everyone here could be trusted. Walking over to the soldier she would clench her fists.

But before she could call for the guard, Katsuki’s voice pulled her back to the present. “Oi, Y/N,” he called, waving her over. “We’ve got a lot to plan. You in?”

Y/N forced herself to push the strange encounter to the back of her mind, nodding as she walked over to join the group. “I’m in.”

As they began discussing the logistics of their journey to Alkora Forest, Y/N couldn’t help but feel a growing sense of unease. Something was wrong—something much bigger than they realized. And whatever it was, she knew it would reveal itself soon enough.

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The Phoenix Burns

Chapter 3:

The first light of dawn crept through the heavy curtains of Y/N’s room, casting a soft, golden glow over the stone walls. She lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, her thoughts swirling with the events of the previous night. The unsettling encounter on the balcony still weighed on her mind however today was important—a day of diplomacy, and she needed to be at her best.

With a sigh, she rose from the bed and began preparing for the meeting. Her fingers moved carefully as she dressed in a churuthar. The yellow-green cloth was embroidered with intricate gold patterns, reminiscent of sun that symbolized her people. Over the tunic, she draped a rich, silk shawl—deep maroon with golden paisley designs, a nod to her ancestors who once wore similar garments in the ancient lands of her tribe. It was one of the very few dresses Queen Mitsuki still had of her mum from the visits between the two kingdoms. The ensemble was completed with a pair of gold bangles that jingled softly as she moved, and a small bindi, a traditional mark on her forehead, symbolizing her connection to her tribe’s spiritual roots. Humming her mothers lullaby as she got ready she'd move over to the mirror checking for any creases before adjusting her shawl.

A knock to her door however quickly shut her up. Y/N turned, half expecting it to be a servant, but when she opened the door, she was met with the sight of Ochako Uraraka. The witch smiled warmly, her brown eyes bright and welcoming.

“Good morning, Y/N,” Ochako greeted her, her voice light and cheerful. “I hope I’m not disturbing you, but I was asked to escort you to the meeting room. King Enji is expecting everyone soon.”

Y/N smiled in return, though the tightness in her chest didn’t ease. “Good morning, Ochako. You’re not disturbing me at all. I was just about to head there myself.”

Ochako’s smile widened, and she stepped aside to let Y/N exit the room. “Great! Shall we go together?”

As they walked through the castle’s grand halls, Ochako kept the conversation light, chatting about the beauty of the Hellfire Kingdom and how she’d spent her morning. Y/N listened, nodding at the right moments, but her mind was elsewhere. Despite Ochako’s kindness, there was a small, gnawing feeling in her gut that made it hard to fully relax around her. It wasn’t jealousy—at least, that’s what Y/N told herself—but something else, something she couldn’t quite put her finger on.

After a lull in the conversation, Ochako shifted the topic, her tone a bit more serious. “I’ve heard so much about the Dragonblood Tribe. It must be incredible to be part of such a powerful lineage. But I imagine it also comes with its share of burdens, doesn’t it?”

Y/N’s steps faltered for a moment, but she quickly regained her composure. “It does. There’s a lot of history, a lot of expectations for kats of course as well. But it’s also... fulfilling, knowing that I’m part of something bigger than myself. I have a family there, makes it easier to deal with everything”

Ochako’s eyes softened as she glanced at Y/N. “It must be hard, though especially after everything that’s happened to you... after what your tribe went through.”

Y/N felt a lump form in her throat but nodded in response. “It’s not easy, I guess there are some nights harder then others. But my amma wouldn't have wanted me to let my past haunt my present.” Her voice wavered, the uneasy topic felt strange to talk to with Uraraka.

Ochako was silent for a moment, her gaze thoughtful as they continued walking. Then, just as they were about to reach the grand doors leading to the meeting hall, Ochako spoke again, her voice quieter, almost hesitant. “Do you feel guilty for what you did? Or maybe...what you didn't do?”

Y/N stopped in her tracks, her breath catching in her throat. The question hung in the air between them, heavy with unspoken emotions. She looked at Ochako, trying to decipher the meaning behind her words, but the witch’s expression remained unreadable.

“I—” Y/N began, but the words stuck in her throat. She wasn’t sure how to respond, wasn’t even sure what Ochako was really asking. Guilty? For surviving? For not being able to save her tribe? For not doing more? She was young when it had happened but the trauma of it still haunted her in her sleep. The sight of children's dead bodies plaguing the land. Her mother's last gentle kiss to her forehead before pushing her small boat down the river sea. The screams and cries of women,children and men.

Before she could find an answer, the doors to the meeting room were opened by the guards, and Ochako gave her wide small, as if nothing had happened. “We should go in. The king is waiting.”

Y/N swallowed hard and nodded, pushing the question aside as she stepped into the room. But Ochako’s words lingered in her mind, gnawing at her as she took her seat at the table. The sense of unease that had been growing inside her only deepened, making it harder to focus on the task at hand.

As she settled into her chair, she forced herself to push aside the emotions swirling within her. There would be time to dwell on them later—now, she needed to be strong, to represent her tribe and stand her ground in the face of whatever challenges lay ahead.

Across the table, Katsuki’s crimson eyes met hers for a brief moment, and she felt a flicker of warmth, a reminder that she wasn’t alone in this. Whatever happened, they were in this together.

“Finally decided to join us, huh?” Katsuki said, his tone light but with an edge of impatience.

Y/N grinned as she took her seat across from him. “Aww did ya miss me kats?”

The blonde boy would click his tongue however a faint smile painted his face. Ochako settled into the seat beside Katsuki, her hand moving to squeeze his own, and Y/N couldn’t help but notice the ease with which she did so, as if she belonged by his side.

As the others resumed their conversation, Y/N focused on the topic at hand. Katsuki and Izuku were discussing recent reports of suspicious activity in Alkora Forest, a dense and mysterious woodland on the outskirts of the Hellfire Kingdom. It was a place shrouded in legend and fear, said to be home to ancient and powerful forces that few dared to disturb.

“I’m telling you, there’s something off about this,” Izuku said, his voice low and serious. “The patterns are too deliberate. Whoever—or whatever—is behind it is planning something big.”

Katsuki crossed his arms, his expression thoughtful. “Youstill think it’s that bastard All for One?”

Izuku hesitated, his green eyes flickering with uncertainty. “I don’t want to jump to conclusions, but... it’s possible. The signs are there. But if it is All for One, then that means One for All—”

“—might still be alive,” Katsuki finished for him, his voice grim. “But that doesn’t make any sense. One for All was supposed to have died in the Battle of Kraken.”

Y/N’s ears perked up at the mention of the legendary battle. It had been one of the most significant events in the history of the realm—King Enji’s predecessor, One for All, had faced off against the devil king All for One in a cataclysmic struggle that had left the kingdom in ruins. Both kings had been presumed dead, their bodies never found, but the impact of their battle had shaped the future of the Hellfire Kingdom forever.

Kirishima, who had been listening quietly, spoke up. “If All for One is back, then we’re in deep trouble. That guy’s no joke.”

Prince Shoto nodded, his voice calm but firm. “We need to investigate this further. If there’s even a chance that All for One is behind the disturbances in Alkora Forest, we can’t afford to ignore it.”

Tenya Iida, ever the diligent knight, added, “The safety of the kingdom must come first. We should prepare a team to investigate immediately.”

As the conversation continued, Y/N couldn’t help but notice the tension in the room. Everyone was on edge, the gravity of the situation weighing heavily on them. She glanced at Katsuki, who was deep in thought, his usual fiery demeanor tempered by the seriousness of the discussion.

Before they could delve further into their plans, the doors to the meeting room opened once more, and King Enji Todoroki entered, flanked by his trusted hand, Hawks. The room fell silent as the king took his place at the head of the table, his presence commanding and imposing.

King Enji was a tall man, his fiery red hair a stark contrast to the cool demeanor he exuded. His sharp eyes scanned the room, lingering for a moment on Y/N before moving on. His expression was unreadable, but there was a hint of something in his gaze—something that made Y/N uneasy.

“Let’s get to business,” King Enji said, his voice low and authoritative. “We have much to discuss.”

As the meeting began, the discussion shifted to the main topic at hand: the trade relations between the Hellfire Kingdom and the Dragonblood Tribe. The recent changes in the political landscape had led to tensions between the two realms, and it was clear that the king was eager to assert his dominance.

Katsuki spoke confidently, outlining the terms of the proposed trade agreement. Y/N listened carefully, ready to chime in when needed. She knew this was an important moment—not just for her tribe, but for her as well. She had to prove herself, to show that she was more than just a survivor of her tribe’s massacre.

King Enji listened in silence, his expression giving nothing away. But when he finally spoke, his words were laced with an undercurrent of malice.

“You speak well, young Bakugou,” the king said, his tone almost patronizing. “But I wonder... is this truly the best your tribe can offer? After all, the Dragonbloods are not what they once were with a female leader ruling them.”

Y/N felt a surge of anger at his words, but she kept her composure. “Our tribe is still strong, Your Majesty regardless of what gender rules over. "

King Enji’s gaze shifted to her, and for a moment, she thought she saw a flicker of disdain in his eyes. “Ah, yes. The last of the Malabar Tribe. It’s impressive, truly, that you’ve managed to survive. But one has to wonder... how relevant are you, really, in matters of the kingdom?”

Y/N’s heart pounded in her chest, her hands clenched into fists under the table. The king’s casual dismissal was sharp, his disdain for her clear. She could sense everyone's focus shift towards her. She took a deep breath, willing herself to stay calm, to not let his words get under her skin. Bakugou watched, his hand moving to grip his sword as he glanced over to Kirishima, a mutual understanding of how to act should this conversation turn violent.

King Enji leaned back in his chair, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “Your tribe,” he continued, his tone dripping with condescension, “has always been a relic of the past. A small, insignificant group clinging to ancient traditions that have no place in the modern world. You’ve survived, yes, but survival is not the same as thriving. You’re little more than a curiosity—a footnote in history.”

Y/N’s heart pounded in her chest, but she kept her expression calm, refusing to rise to the bait. “The Malabar Tribe has endured for centuries, Your Majesty,” she replied, her voice steady. “Our traditions are not mere relics; they are the foundation of our strength. We have preserved our knowledge, our culture, through generations and as the last survivor I will continue to practice our beliefs. It is not for you to decide what is significant and what is not.”

King Enji’s eyes narrowed, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. "Strength? How quaint. What good was your strength when it came to surviving. No one but you survived. Your men were left dead. Your women and children, your mother. Rumours had it her head was severed from her body and spiked on the gates of your tribe. So your strength is not as relevant as you claim it to be."

Y/N felt the final thread of her patience snap. The calm façade she had maintained throughout the conversation shattered as she stood up, her eyes blazing with a quiet fury. Her voice was low, but each word was filled with resolve. “You may see us as weak, Your Majesty, but you are gravely mistaken. The Malabar Tribe has endured more than you can imagine, and we will continue to endure long after you are gone. You speak of progress, but what you fail to understand is that true strength comes from knowing who you are and where you come from. That is something my people have never forgotten, and we never will.”

King Enji opened his mouth to retort, but before he could say another word, Y/N’s hand lashed out, striking him across the face with a force that silenced the entire room. The sound of the slap echoed through the chamber, and for a moment, everyone froze, their eyes wide with shock.

Y/N stood there, her hand still trembling from the impact, her breath coming in shallow, ragged gasps. She couldn’t believe what she had just done, but she refused to back down now. She met King Enji’s stunned gaze with a look of fierce determination, her voice unwavering.

“You may be the king of this land,” she said coldly, “but that does not give you the right to belittle my people. We have survived worse than your insults, and we will continue to survive, no matter what you or anyone else thinks.”

With that, she turned on her heel and stormed out of the room, leaving the stunned silence behind her.

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The Phoenix Burns

Chapter 2: Diplomacy and Drama

The wind roared as Katsuki Bakugou, now 16, tightened his grip on the thick scales of his best friend and loyal steed, Kirishima, a powerful half-dragon hybrid. The crimson beast soared through the sky, cutting through the clouds with ease, his wings beating a powerful rhythm that resonated deep within Katsuki’s chest. Riding behind him was Y/N, her arms wrapped securely around his waist. Her touch was warm, comforting even, though he tried not to dwell on it too much. Y/N would smile, one arm moving off Bakugou's waist as she looked around in awe. As a non-dragon rider moments like this was rare. Of course Mina, her best friend and another half dragon hybrid, had offered to become her dragon but she hadn't made that connection all dragon riders supposedly do with there dragon and she wasn't about to steal someone else's dragon because of it.

“Oi, Y/N! Hold on tighter! I’m not slowing down!” Katsuki shouted over his shoulder, his usual fiery tone masking the pride he felt in seeing her content and happy.

Y/N laughed lightly, the sound barely audible over the wind. “You say that every time, Kats! I’m not going to fall off!”

He grunted in response, his scarlet eyes focused on the horizon. He could see the towering spires of the Hellfire Kingdom's castle in the distance, glowing faintly in the dying light of the day. This visit was necessary—formal, even—but that didn’t mean he was looking forward to it. Diplomatic affairs weren’t exactly his style, but as the soon-to-be leader of the Dragonblood Tribe, it was part of his duty. Still, he couldn’t shake the creeping feeling that this visit was going to be more than just a political mission. King Enji was a man he largely disliked. Of course his authority and power were admirable there was something so sinister about him. Bakugou hadn't forgotten the rumours growing up, how his eldest son went missing the same day a part of the castle was caught on fire, the flames oddly the same blue colour as the eldest son's quirk.

Kirishima let out a deep rumble, a signal that they were nearing their destination. With a final beat of his wings, the hybrid dragon descended toward the grand courtyard of the Hellfire Kingdom. The stone ground was smooth under Kirishima’s massive claws as he landed, sending a flurry of dust into the air.

As they dismounted, Katsuki glanced back at Y/N. Her eyes sparkled with excitement, her hair slightly windswept but still perfect. He shook his head, dismissing the thought. She was his best friend. They’d grown up together, fought together, and she knew him better than anyone.

“Welcome to Hellfire, Bakugou, Y/N!” A familiar voice called out, snapping Katsuki out of his thoughts. Izuku Midoriya, the ever-cheerful explorer and childhood friend, approached them with a broad smile. He was dressed in his usual rugged gear, a testament to his determination as an adventurer. Beside him, Prince Shoto Todoroki stood tall and composed, his heterochromatic eyes assessing them both calmly.

“Izuku!” Y/N exclaimed, her face lighting up as she ran to embrace the green-haired boy. Katsuki’s heart twisted at the sight. It was just Deku, stupid fucking Deku. He couldn't understand what y/n saw in the quirkless boy. Obviously he had no reason to feel anything—especially not jealousy towards the commoner. But there it was, gnawing at him, threatening to disrupt his cool demeanor.

“Y/N, it’s been too long! How have you been?” Izuku asked, his voice filled with genuine warmth as he held her at arm's length, looking her over to make sure she was alright.

“I’ve been good! Training with Mirko's been tougher then usual, my control over my quirk's been getting better though!,” Y/N replied, her eyes flicking briefly to Katsuki before returning to Izuku. “And you? Still out exploring the world?”

“Of course! There’s so much to see, so many places to go. I’ve been working closely with Shoto here, and it’s been amazing. We've noticed unusual activity within the Alkora Forest, though we can talk about that after dinner with you. ” Izuku glanced at Shoto, who gave a small nod in agreement.

“Bakugou,” Shoto greeted with a polite nod, his voice calm and steady as always. “It’s good to see you.”

“Yeah, you too, Icy-Hot,” Katsuki replied with a smirk, though his mind was elsewhere. He watched as Y/N and Izuku fell into easy conversation, laughter bubbling between them as if no time had passed since their last meeting. The sight only made the burning in his chest worse, and he clenched his fists to keep himself from saying something he’d regret.

Kirishima, having returned to his human form, sensed his friend’s tension, nudging Katsuki he'd mumble. “You okay, man? You’re awfully quiet.”

“Shut up, Kiri,” Katsuki muttered, though there was no real heat in his words. “I’m just tired of all this small talk.”

Kirishima chuckled softly, his deep voice rumbling through the air. “Sure, whatever you say.”

As the evening fell, the group made their way into the castle, where a grand dinner awaited them. The dining hall was lavishly decorated, with long tables laden with food, goblets filled to the brim with rich wines, and the soft glow of candlelight casting a warm hue over the room. Katsuki scanned the hall, his eyes landing on a figure that immediately caught his attention.

Ochako Uraraka, the Hellfire Kingdom’s resident witch, was seated gracefully at the far end of the table. Her presence was magnetic, her smile radiant as she chatted with the other guests. Katsuki found himself staring longer than he intended, his curiosity piqued. He had only heard about her employment to aid the Endeavour Kingdom her powers, her kindness having caught Izuku's attention to introduce her to the prince—but seeing her in person was different. She was different.

He barely noticed as Y/N took a seat beside Prince Shoto, her laughter filling the space between them as they engaged in light conversation. Instead, his attention was drawn to Ochako, who looked up and met his gaze. Her eyes sparkled with something he couldn’t quite place, and before he knew it, he was moving towards her.

“Mind if I sit here?” Katsuki asked, his voice uncharacteristically calm as he gestured to the empty seat beside her.

Ochako looked up at him, surprised, but she quickly smiled and nodded. “Not at all! It’s an honor to meet the future leader of the Dragonblood Tribe.”

“Yeah, well, I’m not one for formalities,” Katsuki replied, taking a seat. “Just call me Bakugou.”

Y/N’s heart sank as she watched Katsuki engage Ochako in conversation, his usual rough demeanor softened in the witch’s presence. She tried to focus on her discussion with Shoto, but her thoughts kept drifting back to Katsuki, to the way he looked at Ochako. It was softer, kind almost. It was a look she hadn’t seen before.

Tenya Iida, the kingdom’s honorable knight, noticed Y/N’s distraction and leaned in slightly. “Is everything alright, Lady Y/N?”

Y/N forced a smile, nodding quickly. “Yes, of course, Sir Iida. Just... a lot on my mind.”

“Understandable,” Tenya replied with a kind smile. “These diplomatic affairs can be quite taxing however it's only beginning tommorow morning so no need to stress.”

Y/N nodded again, though she wasn’t sure if diplomacy was the only thing weighing on her mind. She tried to push the thoughts away, to focus on the conversation with Shoto and Tenya, but the image of Katsuki and Ochako kept resurfacing, each time with a sharper sting.

As the night wore on, Katsuki found himself more and more drawn to Ochako’s easygoing nature and her bright laughter. She was different from anyone he’d met before, and it intrigued him. But somewhere in the back of his mind, he felt a tug, a reminder that there was someone else who had always been by his side.

He glanced across the table at Y/N, catching her eye for a brief moment. Her smile was there, as it always was, but there was something behind it—a sadness, maybe, or something more. It unsettled him, but before he could dwell on it, Ochako asked him another question, drawing his attention back to her.

Y/N excused herself from the table, her heart heavy as she left the hall and stepped out into the cool night air. The stars glittered above, but they offered little comfort as she wrapped her arms around herself, trying to stave off the chill that had nothing to do with the temperature.

She had always known that Katsuki was more than just a friend to her, that her feelings for him ran deeper than she had ever let on. But seeing him with Ochako, seeing the way he looked at her, made it painfully clear that he might never see her the same way. And that hurt more than she ever thought it would.

Inside, Katsuki’s laughter echoed in the grand hall, but out here, in the quiet of the night, Y/N felt the weight of unspoken words and unanswered feelings press down on her.

And as the night stretched on, she couldn’t help but wonder if things would ever go back to the way they were, or if they were destined to change forever. As she leaned against the stone railing, something had caught her eye.

a movement, swift and subtle, in the shadows below. Y/N’s heart skipped a beat as she squinted, trying to make out the figure lurking in the dim light. For a brief moment, she saw her.

A woman, or at least what looked like one, was standing in the shadows, her form barely visible. But what Y/N could see was enough to send a shiver down her spine. The woman’s lips were curled into a twisted, almost predatory smile, her eyes gleaming with a strange, unsettling light. She didn’t move, didn’t make a sound—she simply watched, her gaze locked onto Y/N as if she were a piece on a chessboard, and this woman was deciding her next move.

Y/N’s breath caught in her throat, her heart pounding in her ears. She wanted to call out, to demand to know who this woman was and what she wanted, but before she could even form the words, the figure melted back into the darkness. It was as if she had never been there at all.

Y/N stood frozen, her eyes scanning the shadows desperately, but there was nothing—just the wind rustling the leaves and the distant hum of the castle’s night. The creepy smile of the mysterious woman lingered in her mind, sending a chill down her spine.

She hesitated for a moment, half-convinced that her tired mind was playing tricks on her, but the sense of unease that clung to her wouldn’t let her dismiss it so easily. There was something—or someone—out there, watching her, and she didn’t know why.

"are you all right?"

gasping y/n eyes would turn gold, her quirk activating before turning around to meet Todoroki's concerned gaze.

"ah sorry Shoto, you just startled me"

"It's alright. It's cold out here, would you like to come back inside."

Nodding her head, y/n would follow after the taller man, the warm light of the torches doing little to remove the curiosity that had taken root in her chest. She was not the type of person to be scared easily but it left her startled. Who was she? And what was she doing outside the castle unnoticed?

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The Phoenix Burns

Chapter 1: Embers of Childhood.

The village of the Kaemonor nestled quietly along the foot of Mount Ignis, a once renowned now dormant volcano said to have been the birthplace of the first dragon. Whilst that was centuries ago and the last whole dragon was rumoured to be deceased, the rugged warmth of the land provided life for both dragon hybrids and the dragonblood (kaemonor) tribe to thrive.

As the villagers of the tribe commenced their morning activities two children raced through the cobblestone path, ignoring the shrieks of woman and the disproved glances from onlookers, their laughter echoing off the stone cottages. The taller of the two, Bakugou Katsuki, would chase after the girl, grinning wildly as he attempted to take back his ruby stone necklace that was now held high above y/n's head, the chain glinting in the sunlight as she called out mockingly,

"Too slow Dragon Boy!". Bakugou's crimson eyes gleamed with determination as he ran faster not noticing the group of older village boys waiting for the two at the end of the path. It was y/n to first bump into on of them, a small groan escaping her mouth as she looked back up at the towering boys. Bakugou would stand beside his brows twisted in annoyance at the interruption as he snarled at the 5 older boys.

"well look who we have here, the prince of the dragonblood tribe with an orphan"

"look at her she's doesn't look anything like us"

"why is she so dark"

y/n would snarl her head now tilting to the challenge the other five.

"say that again I dare you"

Bakugou would watch in amusement proud of his friend's courage whilst also getting ready to beat the others up. Whilst his quirk hadn't come yet he was skilled in battle for his age, thanks to Mirko's training.

"who do you think you're talking to girl?!"

a brown haired boy would yell stomping towards her to slap her only to get pushed himself. The two would nod in mutual understanding at what was to come before they took to fight, y/n pulling one boy's hair whilst biting another whilst bakugou punched another in the face. Despite their chaotic energy however the two were no match for five older boys. Whilst bakugou was restrained he'd watch a kid slap y/n harshly on the cheek, the heat of the slap tainting her brown skin a light pink shade. His anger continued to boil as he watched them take turns in tugging her hair or kicking her, ignoring his own beating he was experience before he couldn't take it anymore. The large explosive blast was sent of towards the older guys, the heat of the blast shocking everyone enough to have all 5 boys running off screaming in fear. Y/n and Bakugou only stared at each other. "your quirk..." the girl would whisper both amazed and surprised whilst Bakugou stared at his hands. The day had come that his quirk would appear.

Whilst it was to be celebrated the young prince did not avoid the lecture his mum, the queen, was to give in front of both his friends and y/n. His mum would then move to y/n hugging the girl as she reassured her that she was still loved and cherished by all regardless of what the boys had said. Bakugou was young but not naive. He had gathered y/n was not from his tribe nor was she of dragonblood. What he wouldn't understand until much later that she belonged to the Malabar tribe in southern india, her mother being childhood friends with his own had left her daughter to be found on a boat and brought safely to Queen Mistuki. The suryan tribe, now deceased, had been acclaimed for their shared ability to absorb energy from the sun, some could reconstruct energy, others could blast it, some could even read energy waves and patterns. And yet their shared power is what drove their tribe to be hunted down and murdered by All for One. Rumours had it that someone born into the clan had the abilities to destroy the demon king however this was never confirmed and what was left of the tribe was ashes and blood.

"apologise now all of you!"

the queen would demand. Whilst the young boys would cower and plea for forgiveness bakugou would huff in annoyance before rolling his eyes and apologising himself. y/n on the contrary would apologise immediately however as the boys walked off she'd make sure to stick her tongue out mocking the lot.

"y/n i saw that"

"SORRY QUEEN MOTHER!"

authors note: ive had this tragic story in my head for quite some time and honestly i dont think im the best at writing (safe to say chapter 1 was not as good as i thought it would come out) if any writers are interested in this story and would like to write it out for me i would really appreciate it slide me a dm or a comment and ill get to you. hope it wasn't an eyesore for u guys oops but yh have a good day!! oh yh and reader is originally indian lol.

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HELP ME FIND THT DAMN BAKUGOU FANFIC

hey!! does anyone know what that bakugou x reader fanfic were i can't remember the plot completely but reader becomes pregnant during her time at UA and she knows bakugou and i have a feeling deku and todoroki were involved as lovers asw are talking bout how they dont want her round or something so she runs off but then bakugou saves her child and when the child runs back to her mum obviously bakugou clocks its yn. It would be really appreciated if you could send the link to it thank you!!!

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jjk fic find?

hey guys can someone help me find tht gojo x reader and i think also reader x geto fic where she finds toji and so ends up researching about him secretly before finding out he has a son?

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BAKUGOU X READER HEADCANNON FOR MY LOVELY WRITERS

im too delusional for using a tollywood movie to give me a bakugou x reader headcannon but hear me out. Okay so in a past fantasy au life where deku bakugou and the rest of them either own a realm within asian or work for their king/queen. bakugou is prince of the dragon rhealm (obvs) with kiri being his personal dragon. And then there’s you gonna make the reader indian cus why not do it for my south asians but your the princess of a much smaller realm. I’d like to think how the two of u meet is cus suki is travelling around asia as a punishment by his mum for idk fucking something up ( maybe beating up someone from the todoroki family lol ) and so when he’s visiting india he’s near ur realm. And whilst we’re outside your kingdom there’s a few bandits being menaces to a nearby village tryna rob families of their gold and hurt the women. And suki thinks of interrupting but kiri stops him for a moment saying this could cause a fallout with the realms cus apparently this intefers w other peoples business ( crazy ik ) so whilst suki is like arguing w kiri he hadn’t noticed your carriage door open. Only when a shawl sort of waves up and down attracting many of the bandits does he start to focus on you. He sees how the rich silk dresses your skin,the gold jewellery shining under the sun. But damn that shawl he cant see your face. Until a sword pierces through the shawl stabbing three of the bandits. From the cut on ur shawl he sees ur eyes first ( if you guys havent clocked this is devasenas entrance from baahubali i usggest yall watch it ) and from then on he sees your whole face as you fight against the bandits successfully winning.Long story short yall fall in love u find out hes this big prince. sick. except suki gets a message back from his mum telling him to bring you back for dabi so that you can be his wife before he is to return shortly. Ofc u get pissed suki knows his mum however does not have a choice if she is to maintain the peace amongst all realms of else it can cause a huge war. he says he will only bring u as a guest back to his home to which u agree. again long story short baahubali 2 story i suggest yall watch it. but yeh no so basically u go to sukis as a guest not as a potential wife, yell at dabi for his misogynistic view of love, find yourself being the catalyst for a major war w basicaally all the league of villains againt mha main cast. Someway along the line ur kidnapped by dabi raped horribly, tortured blah blah blah. when everyone meets at the battle, youre thrown to the floor for all to see your state. bakugou swears to kill dabi which u both do together, ur given basic soldier clothing after suki coaxed u to take rest instead u reply with “ i fight” but as your both walkign to each other near the end of the battle shiggy crushes bakugous heart. suki falls on top of u, u cry like how wanda did over her brother falling to ur knees before being shot by arrows and dying too. PAST LIFE DONE. so now in the current mha world u and suki r both well known heroes but ur like also top 2 in india but ur now moving to japan for a long term mission at a hero conference ur hand brushes against suki which reminds him a bit about his past life tho he cant see ur face from his memory. when he turns to see who brushed his hand he finds himself in a crowd with so many possibilities. u guys can take it from there

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help me find tht fan fic omfg

can someone help me find tht fanfic of reader who ends up travelling back in time like every 8 hours cus her quirk is tht but she has to kill herself in the process and shes going back in time to save ua from the future and like i remember there was like her being tested by nezu when he gave her that riddle related to a sea and also she respected recovery girl loads but yh ty

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mha but its infinity war au

ofc yns involved but imagine right. like instead of the stones thanos comes for all for one for all as let’s say its like one of the five greatest powers needed to charge his hand thing. and its the last power he’s been looking for too. and like pro hero deku is now dating yn and this is maybe after a year from the whole league of villains trauma so deku’s considering of retiring before thanos came and you two had already planned how you’d move to the country side and start a whole cafe/bookstore business cus yn likes her caffeine and well dekus a nerd but then thanos comes and ruins it so ur both pushed back into fighting all these bad guys. and ofc our yn is fucking powerful altho ( like scarlet witch ) her powers had been given to her thro experimentation by one for all and like her quirk was literally crafted as a way to destroy both all for one and one for all. and so in their desperate attempt to prevent thanos from destroying half the universe just like scarlet witch did in infinity war yns killing him and he says he feels her he says it but she doesnt feel him. not after they returned his dead body after end game where yn basically comes back from the dust and learns that no one cares anymore bout his death that people have moved on. and she can’t quite do the same cause gosh is this what she gets for being loyal to her cause. everyone is taken away from her. and like basically deku x yn angst but idk i want to see bakugou sort of help her out cause hes not quite there yet either and idk maybe bakugou x reader afterwards. ugh someone pls make this a fanfic i beg