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Izuku Midoriya X Reader

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Happy Birthday with Izuku

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When an Old Friend Needs Help

Derek Hale x Female Reader

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Warnings: mentions of parental death, mentions of fire, witchcraft, minor angst?

Word Count: 4,878

Summary: Derek and Y/N were best friends, until her parents died and she had to move away. They lost contact as Derek met Kate, and now years later the werewolf is in a pickle and needs help. It’s a good job his sister Cora is brave enough to ask for it. 

Growing up in Beacon Hills had been wonderful, especially when you felt like a freak for how different you were. I was a witch, the only one in my family for hundreds of years. It sounded complicated, but basically, I came from one of the oldest covens in the world. Our lineage was different in the sense that while every descendant carried the magical gene, it would only activate in one member of the family once every five hundred years. During those centuries, it spent time festering, growing more powerful and when the gene was born into a descendant they deemed worthy and able to handle such ferocious power, they allowed the activation. 

I’d discovered my power when I’d turned sixteen and accidentally set the living room couch on fire during an argument with my parents. Of course, I’d been freaked out, but once they calmed me down and explained everything I had at first been relieved that there was an explanation. But then I’d started to hate the magic in my veins— I didn’t have anyone who could relate to what I was going through, and seeing as our lineage was particular when it came to selecting those who could wield the families magic, my parents couldn’t fully understand either. 

From that moment, I was tasked with learning to control my magic, as I couldn’t very well have my powers lashing out every time there was a spike in my emotions. I’d insisted on doing it by myself, as having my parents around risked their safety, and added to the pressure I’d already been feeling. So I started to venture into the woods, the seclusion helping with the anxiety related to hurting others. It had been there, sitting on the leaf covered ground and listening to the stream, the wind moving through the trees, that I’d met Derek Hale for the first time. 

I’d been trying to focus on encouraging the earth to allow a tree to bloom by the stream, my fingers digging into the soil to allow me to be closer to the element I was attempting to connect with. After who knows how long, a willow tree started to blossom, springing eight feet out of the ground. It might have grown taller, had a surprised fast from behind me not severed my focus. I span around immediately and the panic at being witnessed doing magic by a human had accidentally led to a magical flare that lifted him three feet from the ground.

‘Woah!’ He’d yelled, but he didn’t sound afraid, more awed. The absence of fear had calmed me enough that I’d been able to focus and pull my magic back, gently laying him on the ground.

‘I’m sorry, I’m still learning to control it and you took me by surprise. My magic reacted to protect me.’ I explained, my voice quiet but the understanding expression on his face assured me he understood.

‘You don’t have to be afraid of me.’ He stepped forward and his genuine expression made me relax, which allowed me to feel the pull between him and my magic.

‘What are you?’ I wondered, stepping towards him, my right hand reaching out curiously. He didn’t flinch away and allowed me to cup the side of his face. The heat that radiated from him somehow offered me more comfort and I allowed my eyes to flutter closed, so my magic could show me what it wanted me to see.

I gasped, a vision of him transformed into a creature with bright blue eyes that glowed, fangs that glinted in the moonlight. My eyes opened again, but I didn’t step away from him. Despite what I’d seen, I wasn’t afraid. My gut told me to trust him, and it was impossible for me not to when I felt so calm in his presence.

‘You’re a werewolf?’ I asked, having filtered through the magical creatures that resided in the grimoire that my mother and father had given me. Werewolf seemed to fit.

‘H-how did you know that?’ He blinked.

‘When I closed my eyes, I saw you but different. Your eyes were glowing blue and you had fangs.’ I explained. When I noticed the panic in his eyes I was quick to reassure him, ‘I won’t tell anyone, I promise. Besides, all I have is a vision in my mind for proof, and you actually saw me encouraging a tree to grow from the ground.’

The tension released from around his green eyes at my words, and a bright smile lit up his entire face. I blushed a little when I realised I was still cupping his face and I removed my hand to shove inside the pocket of the hoodie I was wearing.

‘I’m Derek.’ He said, holding out his hand with a grin and a knowing look in his eyes.

‘Y/N.’ I shook his hand, resisting the urge to move even closer and bury myself in his warmth.

‘So what are you?’ He asked as we sat together underneath the willow tree I’d created.

‘I’m a witch.’ I said, pulling my knees to my chest, ‘but I’d love to hear more about you! I mean I’ve read about other magical creatures in my grimoire, but it’s nice to actually meet one. It makes me feel… less alone.’

‘Aren’t the rest of your family witches?’ He was confused and a little taken aback, ‘I mean my family has some humans, too but that’s rare. Most of us are wolves.’

‘The line of witches I come from is one of the oldest in the world, and it’s also the most unique.’ I murmured, going on to explain everything to him. 

When I’d get home later that night I’d tell my parents about Derek, about what we’d talked about and how much I’d revealed to him, and they would be furious at me for revealing sacred family secrets to a stranger. But when I’d told him about how confidential the information was, and he promised to take everything I’d said to him to the grave, I believed him. And from that moment on, the werewolf and I were best friends. We told each other everything, he confided in me about what had happened with his first girlfriend, Paige. I’d comforted him and assured him that his blue eyes didn’t mean he was evil, it meant that he was empathetic and willing to sacrifice a part of himself if it meant he could ease the suffering of a girl he loved. I told him about how terrified I was of my own power, how my parents constant warnings that I needed to get my magic under control only added to that fear. He told me that I was born to wield my magic, and control would come in time, I just had to stop forcing it, and let it happen. 

Derek was the only one I let around me when I was practicing because his presence had a calming effect, and I didn’t feel like he was holding me to the impossible expectations my parents were. I was the only one outside of his family he would voluntarily shift in front of, for obvious reasons, and he’d admitted to me that I helped him keep it under control. We could be completely ourselves around each other, and neither of us realised how much that meant until my parents died. They were murdered by a rival coven who’d been hoping to capture me— I’d had a vision of the events when I’d returned home, the house had been dripping with so much magical energy it had been impossible to fight off. 

I’d been distraught and any control I’d gained over my powers had been lost at the sight of my parents’ dead bodies. I’d screamed and fallen to the floor, a torrential wind whipping around me and destroying the house around me. Eventually I passed out, exhausted by the magic I’d exerted and the grief that wrapped around me like a boa constrictor. Derek had found me like that and taken me back to his house, to his mom, for help. When I’d woke, Tahlia Hale had explained what happened, and how social services were waiting to relocate me to my aunt’s home in Florida. I’d been distraught, of course, but I was only sixteen, there was nothing I could do. Derek and I kept contact for a while, but when he started dating a woman named Kate, the letters had depleted until they stopped completely.

//

‘I’m sorry, Cora was it? I’m not sure you have the right person—.’ I started to say, but she cut me off.

‘Hale, my name is Cora Hale, Derek’s younger sister.’ She whispered, and I wondered why she felt the need to lower her voice— who didn’t she want hearing her?

His name made me freeze for a moment, the familiar feeling of pain, rejection and emptiness ricocheting through my heart as it did whenever I thought of him. 

‘Okay, what’s going on, Cora?’ I eventually asked, my tone cautious. Derek had been the only friend I’d had that accepted me for who I was completely. Since he’d stopped writing and essentially dismissed me, I’d been reluctant to let anyone in since, in fear of the unbearable pain when they left.

‘Derek’s in trouble. The whole pack is, actually. There’s this Darach, Jennifer, and a pack of alphas that want us all dead. Derek had a fighting chance when he was an alpha but he gave that up to save me, and if we don’t have help we’re going to die.’ Her voice was hurried, and I felt my heart squeeze at the fear I could hear in her voice, which I understood of course. As his sister and most likely a part of his pack, she was going to be by his side until the end, and knowing death was basically inevitable would scare anyone.

‘Why are you calling me?’ Had he gone back on his promise not to tell anyone? In this situation I could understand, but then why wasn’t he the one calling me?

‘I found your letters in his room. You talk about your magic in them, how hard it is to control without him around.’ She replied, sounding a little sheepish, ‘and honestly, with the magic Jennifer is channeling from these sacrifices, we could use some magic on our side.’

‘Okay, I’m on my way.’ I sighed, there was no question really. Even if it had been nearly ten years since I’d heard from him, there was no way I could dismiss a request for help knowing I could be potentially sentencing Derek to die, ‘I’ll be there in an hour.’

‘Thank you so much!’ She murmured and abruptly hung up the phone.

I shook my head, a fond smile forming on my face as the hundreds of pleasant memories I had with the older Hale flickered through my mind. But I forced it to stop, knowing that nothing good could come of my reminiscing. 

When I’d turned eighteen, I’d inherited an everything my parents had left behind for me. And as much as I’d loved living with my dad’s sister and her husband, they didn’t know about the magic and I hadn’t told them. At the time it was because I was afraid they’d blame me for my parent’s death if they knew, but that was mostly because I was blaming myself. As time had passed, I had realised it wasn’t my fault, but I still didn’t tell them— they were safer if they didn’t know. So once I’d inherited the money my parents left, I packed up and moved to Bakersfield, which was an hour away from Beacon Hills. I’d been attracted to California, because despite living in Florida for two years, it was still my home, and I hadn’t wanted to move back to Beacon Hills, afraid of running into Derek or any of the Hales again. 

I rented an apartment and after I graduated from collage, I got a job as a primary school teacher. But despite how much I loved my job, this place had never really felt like home. I’d been thinking about moving, and receiving Cora’s call felt like a sign. It didn’t take me long to pack, I hadn’t really accumulated much over the years, and within ten minutes I was on the road and desperately trying to distract myself from imagining how Derek was going to react when I turned up. It helped that I was figuring out the best course of action, which threat to deal with first; ideally neutralising Jennifer would be best before she could accumulate more power. But that depended if they were in the midst of an attack when I got there, if that was the case then obviously the alpha pack would need to be taken care of.

Before I knew it, I was arriving in Beacon Hills and following the directions Cora had texted for how to get to Derek’s loft. When I got close enough I didn’t even need the instructions as my magic recognised him, and the pull that somehow still felt so familiar stirred within me and led me to a loft down town. I found myself almost numbly walking up the stairs and knocking on the metal sliding door that I knew he was standing in. As I heard footsteps coming closer, my nerves returned full force, I had to take a deep breath to calm myself down. 

‘Y/N?’ A young girl answered the door, her voice hushed and her posture stiff. I nodded, understanding she wanted quiet for whatever reason.

‘Thank god.’ She grabbed my wrist and yanked me inside the loft, slamming the door behind her.

‘Why are you being so… weird?’ I asked, not able to think of a better word for their erratic behaviour.

‘Well…’ she smiled sheepishly and led me over to the long table at the back of the room, in front of a window that gave an incredible view of the town below, ‘I haven’t actually told him that I called you.’

‘What?’ I blinked, my heart beat picking up anxiously, how the hell would he react? What if he didn’t want to see me? I took a breath and reminded myself I was here to help him, nothing more.

‘Cora?’ My heart skipped a beat at the voice. It was him. I was sure of it, his voice was deeper with age, but I’d recognise it anywhere, even after all this time.

He appeared at the top of the metal staircase, his eyes finding mine and freezing with surprise. I took the moment to take him in, surprised at how much he’d changed. He’d aged well, that was for sure, he had broad shoulders, a muscular frame and he walked with a confidence that had been absent when we were sixteen. But his eyes were still the familiar shade of green, and that similarity comforted me just as it had all that time ago. I idly wondered if he still emitted as much warmth as he had then, and my magic tingled at my fingertips at the thought, yearning to find out. 

‘Hey, Derek.’ I said, my voice tentative and when I saw the way his jaw clenched as he looked away from me, I felt my guards come up.

‘What are you doing here?’ His voice was blunt, and harsh. 

I felt myself flinch and I turned to look out of the window rather than him, hoping he wouldn’t see it. But he did, and his heart squeezed painfully in his chest, hating himself for causing you any kind of pain.

‘I’m here to help, Derek.’ I told him, my voice even and almost robotic.

‘How did you know we needed help?’ He frowned, giving Cora a look when he smelled the guilty chemo signals emitting from her. 

‘It doesn’t matter. I need you to tell me everything you know about the Darach and once she’s taken care of, I’ll deal with Deucalion.’ I sighed, pulling my grimoire out of the shoulder bag I’d bought up to the loft with me.

‘What are you going to do?’ Cora asked, looking at my book curiously and eagerly looking over my shoulder at the pages when I opened it up.

‘First I’m going to neutralise her power, feed back all of the magic she’s gained from sacrifices into the earth where it belongs.’ I stopped as I found the appropriate page, pleased that it only required an incantation and blessed offerings from the five elements.

‘And then?’ Derek prompted.

‘It’s up to you. I’m not an executioner, but there won’t be anything to stop her from doing the same all over again if you let her live.’ I told him honestly, a girl this thirsty for power was unlikely to just give it up completely, especially if she had a vendetta.

‘We’ll figure it out.’ Cora said, knowing her brother didn’t like the idea of killing her, even if she was a psychotic bitch who absolutely deserved it.

‘Can you get her here?’ I asked, pulling out the appropriate element channelling talismans from my bag— they were often needed to provide a tether for incantations, so I always had them on me.

‘Yes.’ He sighed, running a hand through his hair, ‘she’s been trying to get me to agree to help her, if I make her think i’ll do it, she’ll come.’

‘Good, get on that then.’ I said, walking around the loft and placing a token in each corner. 

The sooner I could deal with these threats, the sooner I could leave. I could already feel it happening, the temptation, the need to be near him— it was overriding the abandonment, the anger, the confusion. I needed to get out of here before my common sense was completely eradicated by my body’s, my magic’s, response to him.

//

Taking care of Jennifer had been easy, honestly easier than I’d expected. The only unplanned event was her dying— she suffered a heart attack from the excursion of the power she’d accumulated being pulled from her body. If she hadn’t tried to use her magic to fight me then she wouldn’t have died, but she fought until the end. I could tell Derek and Cora had been relieved— it meant that her blood didn’t have to be on her hands, so in the end I’d been glad for them, too.

Afterwards, we’d moved on to the alpha pack, though that was a little less planned. Derek and Cora had suggested a night of rest before taking them on, and despite not needing to, I’d taken him up on his offer, giving into my body’s desire to be around him for as long as possible. I’d been in the middle of a peaceful nights sleep until I was woken up by the sound of an alarm going off. Derek had yanked me out of bed, him and Cora standing in front of me and blocking me from the sight of those who entered the loft. I waited, allowing my magic to determine how many threats there were, and when I counted five I struck before they could so much as take another step. They all fell to their knees, grasping at their throats as air was taken away from them.

‘Y/N, what are you doing?’ Derek asked, concern in his tone. I felt my heart skip a beat when I realised his concern wasn’t for them, it was for me— he knew the effect of taking a life could have on a person and he didn’t want that for me.

‘Trust me, Der.’ The nickname slipped out of my mouth, feeling familiar and right as it did. I missed Cora’s shock as the usually untrusting Hale stepped back immediately, but kept his worried eyes trained on me as I stepped towards the alphas.

‘I’m not going to kill you, but when you wake up, you will be human.’ I murmured, enjoying their shock before they all slipped into unconsciousness. 

I acted quickly, casting a spell that would ensure they remained asleep until I willed for them to wake— it ensured I’d have enough time to successfully cast the spell.

‘Is that true?’ Cora said after I’d finished casting my sleeping spell, her voice astounded.

‘Yes. There’s a spell I saw a few years ago in here that will do that, but I’m going to modify it a little.’ I murmured, my hands hovering over my grimoire as I thought about the spell I needed. A few seconds later, the book opened on the correct page— it was a lot quicker than flipping through. 

‘Modify it how?’ Derek asked, stepping closer to where I was stood, my back to the ceiling to floor window as I read the spell’s requirements from my book. I could feel the heat radiating from him and I had to fight to keep my eyes from fluttering shut as a wave of comfort washed over me.

‘So that if they get bitten by a werewolf their bodies will reject the bite, that way they can’t go away only to come back to finish what they started.’ I explained, pulling a notepad and pen from my bag to start rewriting the incantation, ‘I’m also going to alter their memories before transporting them somewhere else.’

‘That sounds complicated.’ Derek commented, shifting closer to me not immune to the pull that existed between us.

‘It is, that’s why I put the sleeping spell on them, they can’t wake until I will them to.’ I said lifting myself to sit on the metallic table, my legs crossed as I immersed myself in concentration. 

//

It took days for me to get the incantation correct, and I didn’t move or sleep once. Derek had been concerned, grateful for his bed on the lower ground of the loft as it meant he could be near during the night in case anything happened. I didn’t notice consciously, but my magic was calmer whenever he was in the room around me, and the few rare occasions he did leave my magic put a shield around me. My magic knew when he was around he would keep me safe, even if I was unaware of that myself.

When I finally re-emerged from writing the spell, it was to a room full of strangers who were all eyeing me curiously, aside from a blue eyed man, who was staring at the unconscious alphas with a longing expression. I felt my shield expand at my sudden anxiety, not seeing Cora or Derek anywhere in the room didn’t help.

‘Hi, Y/N?’ A brown haired, brown eyed boy stepped forward, his hand extended and a friendly smile on his face, ‘I’m Scott McCall, this is Stiles,’ he gestured to a honey eyed boy, ‘this is Lydia,’ the strawberry blonde girl waved, ‘this is Allison,’ the dark haired beauty offered me a shy smile, ‘this is Issac.’ The curly haired boy offered a bashful wave, ‘and that is Peter.’ He gestured to the man who didn’t spare me a glance, his eyes fixed on the alphas.

‘Nice to meet you all.’ I smiled, shy myself, ‘what’s going on?’

‘Derek asked us to keep an eye on you while you were out of it in spell writing land.’ Stiles explained, his eyes becoming suspicious as he too noticed Peter being sketchy.

‘Where is he?’ I wondered, slipping off the table and stretching my aching muscles.

‘He and Cora had to go and get groceries.’ Lydia said, as Scott’s eyes darted to the door.

‘Sounds like they’re back.’ He murmured just before the loft door slid open to reveal Cora and Derek carrying grocery bags.

I felt myself relax, comforted at seeing two familiar faces in a room full of strangers.

‘Y/N, you’re back.’ Derek murmured, practically shoving the bags he was holding into Issac’s arms as he made his way over to me, ‘are you alright?’

I felt my magic start to buzz at the feel of his warmth as he came to a stop in front of me, his brow furrowed in concern.

‘I’m fine,’ I smiled softly, ‘I’m ready to cast the spell.’ My eyes drifted over to Peter again to find his cold and calculating eyes on us. I felt a shiver move down my spine as a feeling of foreboding washed over me. My hand clasped Derek’s, the skin to skin contact allowing me to communicate with him without having to speak a word.

Peter is giving off foreboding energy and he keeps looking at the alphas with longing.

Derek’s expression hardened as he looked over to his uncle, his jaw clenching in frustration and anger. His eyes returned to mine, the both of us ignoring the confusion of the others. His green eyes softened as he stared back into my eyes.

He’s power-hungry. He killed my sister so that he could become an alpha, he’s actually the one who bit and turned Scott. He also murdered everyone who was connected to the fire that killed most of my family.

My eyes widened in shock, my heart squeezed painfully at the expression of grief on his face, and as much as I longed to talk to him about it, I knew now wasn’t the time.

Is he still an alpha?

He shook his head and added, I killed him and became an alpha, I had to give it up in order to save Cora when the Darach attacked her though. We’re both beta’s now.

My hand squeezed his comfortingly as pain moved through his expression at the memories of his sister in pain, should I include him in the spell? Make him human?

Derek stared at me for a long moment, his expression torn between doing what was right and what was obligated through the bond of family. Eventually he said, Yes.

I nodded, looking over to Peter and casting the incantation to render him unconscious. The others jumped, looking between me and the unconscious beta in disbelief.

‘He‘ll be included in the spell, too.’ I explained, picking up the memo pad I’d discarded on the table with the completed incantation, ‘when he wakes he’ll be human, with no memory of ever being a werewolf, as will all of the others. They will then be transported back to where they originated from with no memories of Beacon Hills or anyone they met when they came here, well, aside from Peter.’

‘You can do that?’ Stiles’ jaw hung open in disbelief, until Lydia elbowed him in the stomach, his mouth snapped shut with an audible click.

‘Yes, but I’ll need to concentrate.’ I said, ‘so if you’re staying, you’ll need to be quiet and over there.’ I pointed to the area where Derek’s bed resided and bit back a smile when they all shuffled over without argument.

With a wave of my hand, I lifted all of the alphas, and Peter, so that they formed a circle. I sat at the centre and closed my eyes, blocking out the several pairs of eyes I could feel intently focused on me. I was relieved at how easily the first phase of the spell went, demoting them to humans was simple, it was the transportation that was going to take it out of me. I idly wondered if I should have warned the others how weak I was going to be after, but it was too late now. I had my eyes closed to allow for maximum concentration so I didn’t see the amazed expressions of most of the others as each of the former alphas started to disappear. They faded gradually, like bubbles from a bubble bath fizzling away until they were all gone, aside from Peter. What I didn’t know was Derek’s eyes never wavered from mine, he stayed fixed on me, his concern growing as he noticed my breathing becoming ragged and my heart beat slowing as exhaustion overcame me. 

I tried to stand when it was done, hoping to at least get onto a bed to rest and regain my energy, but my knees buckled. I was unconscious before my body hit the ground. Which was why I didn’t feel Derek’s arms catch me and lift me bridal style. He ushered the others from his bedroom area and laid me underneath the covers before tucking me in. The pack watched, astounded, as Derek’s stony expression was no where to be seen, a soft, gentle one in its place. He made sure she was alright before ordering the others from the loft, not wanting them to disturb what was obviously vital sleep. 

When they were gone— taking Peter with them and promising to drop him off at his apartment down town— he sat next to his bed and held her hand in his. He tried to take her pain, but let out a relieved breath when he couldn’t find any. As he stared at her serene expression as she slept, he made a vow to himself then and there not to let her go again. He needed her in his life, and he hadn’t realised how much until now.

A/N: I’m aware this is a bit of a cliffhanger ending, but it felt right to wrap it up here! The problems taken care of, and when she wakes up they’re going to talk and sort out their issues. I.e. happily ever after. Hope you liked it! 

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Pairing: Izuku Midoriya x Reader

Rating: Explicit

Tags/Warnings: princess bride!AU, pirate!izuku, reader is in an arranged marriage with someone else, angst, smut, brief mentions of alcoholism and drinking too much, izuku spends some time as a prisoner of war, specifically as a galley slave, implied SA but not to yn or Izuku

this is the first chapter for my entry of @thegetoufather's into the movieverse collab!

It was a quiet evening. A blanket of stars had been rolled over the sky overhead, and was tucked lovingly in at the corners of the horizon by the fingers of thin, wispy clouds. The moon was big and bright above a balcony of smooth marble; tiny bare feet slapped and tapped against the coldness of the floor. Saffron curtains, dancing in the wind brought by distant waves, were parted by gentle hands, and a mother looked out between them to find her child sitting sulky and slumped against the wicker furniture that faced the sea. 

“And just what are you doing up?”

The child— a little girl— turned her head to look at her mother. Her eyes were deepest green, and freckles spattered her nose and cheeks. 

"Can't sleep," she replied in a small voice, blinking blearily. "I want a story."

The mother smiled. With quiet steps, she slipped out from behind the curtains and onto the balcony, sitting next to her child. She drew the girl close, tucking her into the warmth of her side, and stared out at the ocean, watching the waves crash against the shore. 

“I know a few good stories,” she said. “Which one do you want to hear?”

The little girl turned to her mother and smiled

“The one about the pirate and the princess!”

The mother smiled in return.

“The one about true love?”

“Of course!”

The stars above twinkled merrily as if to agree, and a seagull cried in the distance.

“Very well,” said the mother. “It all started long ago, on a little farm far away from here… ”

***

Izuku Midoriya held his hat in his hands.

Nervous and trembling, he stood before a small, thatch-roofed cottage, struggling to pin his wriggling resolve in one place as he waited for the owner to answer his knock. The master of the house, he knew, was a hard, weathered man, but a fair one; he had shown Izuku nothing but kindness since he had come to work on his farm. Izuku had no reason to expect that to change now. No reason at all.

Well, no reason except that the man might not take kindly to Izuku’s intentions to marry his daughter. No reason except that.

The door to the cottage opened, and the owner greeted him.

“What can I do for you, son?”

The farmer stood a head taller and a foot wider in the doorway before him, and Izuku swallowed thickly.

“I want to talk to you, sir,” he said. “It’s about your daughter.”

Izuku was no stranger to fear. He had faced down man and beast alike in defense of this very farmer’s flock of sheep. Each time he had encountered a wolf, a lion, or bandit, he was tasked with driving away the threat with nothing more than a few rocks and a simple sling— and each time, he had been faced with the heavy, daunting fear that he might not escape the encounter alive. He had learned long ago that that was the way of things; fight to live, to protect what is yours, or let fear consume you and die. It was simple, easy. It was the way of things.

This was different. This was something else entirely. 

The farmer studied him. His eyes hardened with something akin to grudging pity, and he nodded to himself. 

"Let's take a walk."

Izuku agreed, and the farmer fell in step beside him. 

For a while, they walked in silence. They walked past fence posts and chicken coops and barking dogs nipping the heels of sheep. They walked uphill and downhill and all around the spaces in-between. Izuku allowed himself to breathe the earthy scent of hay bales and cow patties, to feel the shifting of the dirt path beneath his feet. The farmer seemed to be doing much the same. 

They came to a halt after walking for about half a mile. Together, they stood upon a hill overlooking the farm, and the farmer turned to Izuku and said,

"Son, I want you to tell me what you see when you look out from the top of this hill."

Izuku looked. Izuku saw. 

"I see land, sir."

The farmer grunted. 

"Land," he agreed. "Boy, you've been here for a few years now— you know as well as anyone around here that this ground has a heartbeat. She talks to you, if you listen. What does she say to you?"

Izuku wasn't sure what the farmer meant by that question, but he answered as truthfully as he could.

"I love this land," he replied, watching as a butterfly landed on a nearby wildflower. "It's as much of a home as I've known. It sustains me— er, us— and it's a good land. I think when we love it, it loves us back."

The farmer nodded, rubbing the stubble on his jaw. 

"To me, this land is everything," he said. "She's my first priority, second only to my daughter, my son, and the memory of my wife, God rest her soul. I lived here as a boy as my father did, and his father before him. This land has tasted my blood and my sweat and my tears, as well as that of my ancestors a century back."

The farmer turned to look at Izuku. 

"You don't know what it is to carry that burden, or that blessing, and I'm sorry for it. You're a good lad."

Izuku wasn't sure what to say to that, so he said nothing. 

"I know why you're here, what you wanted to talk about," the farmer continued. "My daughter loves you. Any fool could see it, and my God— my God, son, do you love her. It's written all over you, so strong and deep I wonder if you were born loving her."

The farmer shook his head. 

"But you don't have what she needs, son. You don't know land, you don't know home. You can't give her a life equal to this one. As you are, you're unfit, unworthy— you're not someone who can provide for her."

Unfit. Unworthy. 

"I won't let you marry her. I can't, not in good conscience."

Izuku's blood ran cold, and he felt a little queasy.

"I'm sorry," the farmer said, and Izuku knew he meant it. 

"I understand, sir." 

Oh, yes, Izuku understood. He understood better than he had a right to understand. He couldn't even blame the man. After all, what fool would let his daughter marry a farm boy with no prospects?

"Is there anything I can do to change your mind?" he asked, quiet and desperate, and the farmer nodded. 

"Go and make something of yourself," said the farmer. "Earn coin, buy dirt. Even if you don't have a roof over your head, if you have land, you have a fighting chance in this world— that's all I ask in exchange for my baby girl. If you can give her that, son, there's no man I'd rather see her happy with."

That was fair, Izuku decided as his nostrils burned and his eyes filled with tears. If nothing else, it was a chance— and Izuku was willing to take it, seize it by the throat. He would do anything for the woman he loved. 

"I won't disappoint you, sir," he said, his voice beginning to warble slightly. "I— I'll have to leave the farm, though, probably after the harvest, and—"

Izuku's voice broke, and the farmer patted him on the shoulder. 

"If you're going to seek your fortune, you're gonna need to be able to fight. I have an old friend that can give you all the knowledge you need— he lives in the village. When we go next week, I'll introduce you."

Izuku nodded, wiping the tears from his cheek, and the farmer studied him once more. 

"Good luck, Izuku Midoriya. You're going to need it."

With that, the farmer started down the hill, leaving Izuku there to cry, wringing every last tear from himself so that when he told his lover the news, he could do so with dry eyes and more composure than he could ever feel. 

***

“Mean old farmer,” said the little girl, crossing her arms. “He must not have believed in true love, ‘cause true love conkers-all!”

The mother shook her head, her expression serious.

“Not all,” she said. “True love  is one thing, but survival is another. In those days, life was harder, rougher. The farmer's land would pass to his oldest son— his daughter's younger brother. Izuku needed money and land so that he could take care of his love."

The child frowned.

“That’s dumb.”

The mother hummed. 

“Maybe,” she said. “But it was the way of things.”

All was silent for a moment, and the distant crashing of waves filled the lull. The child shivered, and the mother held her close. 

“So what about Izuku’s lover?” the girl asked. “How did she take the news?”

“She was devastated." The mom shook her head. "She cried, then begged Izuku to run away with her, to marry anyway despite her father’s wishes— but he refused. Izuku was too honorable to do such a thing. He told her he would wait for her, and even if she would not wait for him, he would rather die himself than sully her reputation or disrespect her person."

Pointedly, the mother did not mention what else the young woman had begged for, or what Izuku Midoriya had valiantly refused. Her daughter would be old enough to understand that one day, but not today. 

"She still loved him though, right?"

"Of course she did," the mother smiled. "After all, at the end of the day, true love conquers all."

The little girl nodded in solemn agreement. 

***

Dawn's greedy pink fingers gripped the sky, clawing its way past the horizon. Shades of gold, red, and dusty pink followed in its wake, stark against the faded blue of the sky, and (Y/N) cursed it, wishing the sun never to rise again. 

"Must you go?"

Beside her, Izuku Midoriya was crying. Together, they stood alone on the outskirts of the farm, watching as the sun made its slow, insidious journey from east to west, her soft hands gripping both of his large, calloused ones. Her eyes mapped his face again and again and again, tracing every freckle, every line of his frown, knowing today would be the last time she saw them for a very long time.

Maybe ever. 

"I must," Izuku told her, his voice cracking. "I want to make you happy."

You already have, (Y/N) wanted to say, but they'd had that argument countless times already. Starting a fight on this day of all days was the last thing she wanted to do. 

"Can I not persuade you to stay a bit longer? To put it off for another year or so, until… until I feel more ready?"

In response, Izuku took her hands in his and kissed her knuckles sweetly, slowly, reverently. His skin glowed a lovely golden color in the early morning light, and although (Y/N) had never seen an emerald, she decided then and there that no measly rock could ever compare to golden sunlight in the green eyes of her lover. 

"I will come back," he told her, strong and sure despite his tears. "I swear I will come back to you, darling— but this is something I have to do."

It was not good enough. It had never been good enough. (Y/N) was dying and he hadn't even left yet. How was she to manage months, maybe years alone?

"Take me with you."

It was not the first time she had made that same plea. Still, Izuku just shook his head, wiping away tear tracks almost angrily.

"No." His voice was strong, final. "You're too precious for me to risk."

As are you, (Y/N) wanted to say— but once more, she held her tongue. As if he knew what her silence cost her, Izuku drew her to him and kissed her forehead, his chapped lips soft against her skin. 

When they drew away from one another, (Y/N) noticed a shadow on the horizon. Across the way, in the direction of the village, (Y/N) could see a tall, broad figure approaching over the crest of a hill. The shadowy shape belonged to someone she had come to know well enough to despise a little, and her mouth turned downwards of its own accord as she noticed his approach. 

"Looks like your friend is here," she said somewhat miserably, and Izuku grinned a little crookedly. 

"Don't be so hard on Kacchan," Izuku admonished teasingly, squeezing her hand. "He's got mommy issues."

Despite herself, (Y/N) choked out a laugh, then a giggle— soon, both she and Izuku were breaking out into peals of laughter, and the grumpiest bastard from the next village was upon them in all his scowling glory. 

"'Dunno what's so fuckin' funny, but it's too early for that shite," Bakugou grumbled, shoving his hands in his pockets against the cold. "Cut it out or I'll gag the both of you."

"We will not," (Y/N) shot back, prepared to go toe-to-toe with the man— but then she looked at Bakugou, really looked at him, and when she did, she found a deep, aching sadness behind his eyes. 

He's lashing out because he's in pain, she realized, and promptly felt like a fool. 

"Whatever."

Bakugou turned away, posture rigid— but (Y/N) was not one to let her wrongs go unaddressed for long. She left the comfort of Izuku's touch and approached Bakugou, patting his broad shoulder with a gentle hand. 

"I'm sorry," she told him sincerely. "I know you must be sad about leaving the village."

"Tch." 

Apparently, that was apology accepted in Bakugou speak, because he turned to face her for long enough to allow her a glimpse at the tears in his eyes. Izuku must have seen it too, because he walked over and slung an arm over Bakugou's shoulders, pulling him close in a way that Bakugou might once have attempted homicide over before they had begun training together. Now, though, it seemed as though a bond had developed between the two of them, so Bakugou just scowled, grumbled something unintelligible, and let Izuku comfort him. 

The three of them stood like that for a while— Izuku's arm around Bakugou, and his other hand in (Y/N)'s— until the sun had climbed too high in the sky to permit them to tarry any longer. Slowly, tenderly, Izuku disentangled himself from both of them, and placed both of his hands on either side of (Y/N)'s face. 

"Oh, don't cry, love," he said, though (Y/N) couldn't help the hot tears that stung her cheeks. "It destroys me when you cry."

Never mind that his own eyes were filled with tears— he kissed hers away, which only made her want to cry more. 

"You must come back to me, Izuku," she told him, her voice weak and watery. "If you don't— I just know I'll never love again!"

Izuku shook his head with the smallest smile, and pressed his lips against her forehead. 

"I swear to you, I will come back," he said against her skin, "and when I do, I'll put a ring on your finger and build you a home, any home, exactly as you want it."

(Y/N) wrapped her arms around him then, and Izuku held her close. With her head against his chest, she could hear his rapid heartbeat. 

A moment later, they pulled away. 

"Goodbye, darling," Izuku told her, his eyes wet and gleaming. "I love you."

Tears threatened to choke her, but (Y/N) conquered them manfully. 

"I love you, Izuku. Come back to me."

At that, he smiled.

"As you wish, my love." 

In something of a dramatic gesture, Izuku grabbed her hand and kissed it— a last goodbye— before he turned, starting off in the direction of the sun. 

In the direction of his destiny.

Bakugou turned to follow, but (Y/N) stopped him with a hand on his bicep.

"Take care of him," she pleaded, and Bakugou's eyes widened. 

"Uh, okay," Bakugou agreed. "Yeah— yeah, sure."

As far as reassurances go, it wasn't the best— but the fact that it wasn't a vehement fuck no was comforting. 

With that, both boys were off, leaving (Y/N) alone to watch them as they went. From the hill she stood on, (Y/N) could see them for a long way, and she watched them until she could no longer distinguish their forms from that of trees. 

Farewell, Izuku Midoriya, she thought, closing her eyes against her tears. May the gods go with you. 

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