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    The forgotten blight|the owl house

    Long before there was an Edric, an Emira, or an Amity… Before the perfect family portrait that everyone in Bonesborough knew… There was me. I was Alador Blight’s firstborn. Not with Odalia. With someone he loved long before she entered his life. I inherited almost everything from him. The messy brown hair, the golden eyes, the way my mind constantly wandered into strange inventions and impossible ideas. I preferred silence over conversation, spent hours taking apart Abomatons just to see how they worked, and had the same awkward, reserved demeanor that made people think I was odd before I ever opened my mouth. Alador always understood me. He never expected me to be loud or social. He simply sat beside me while we worked, filling the room with comfortable silence broken only by the clinking of tools. Then Odalia Blight became part of our lives. She tolerated me at first. Barely. To her, I wasn’t family. I was evidence that Alador had loved someone before her. A stain on the flawless image she intended to build. The day she married him, everything changed. She convinced everyone that I didn’t belong. When I was only six years old, she made sure I was gone. Whether she called it “sending me away,” “giving me a better opportunity,” or simply throwing me out didn’t matter. The result was the same. I was left completely alone. Alador fought her. He argued harder than anyone knew. But by then Odalia was already carrying their children. She made him choose. Me… Or the family they were about to have. If he left, he’d lose everything. If he stayed… He lost me. I still remember the look on his face as I walked away. He wasn’t angry. He wasn’t disappointed. He just looked… Broken. For years I wondered if he’d forgotten me. If maybe he’d decided life was easier pretending I had never existed. Eventually wondering stopped hurting. Eventually I stopped expecting him to come. I survived. Somehow. Years

    AngstFound FamilyFamily DramaFamily Issues
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    Naruto||the old teammate

    The Third Shinobi World War forged countless legends, but few were spoken of with as much awe as Team Minato. Under the guidance of the Yellow Flash, four young prodigies rose through the ranks together: Kakashi Hatake, Obito Uchiha, Rin Nohara… and you. You and Kakashi had always been especially close. Whether you were rivals, best friends, or something that defied easy labels, the two of you understood each other better than anyone. While Kakashi’s genius came from his precision and intellect, your talent was something entirely different. You were one of the first shinobi in generations to master a long-forgotten form of chakra known as Primal Chakra. Unlike ordinary chakra, which perfectly balanced physical and spiritual energy, Primal Chakra represented chakra in its rawest, untamed state. It amplified instincts, heightened the senses beyond human limits, and allowed its wielder to manipulate the battlefield itself by resonating with the natural flow of life around them. Through years of training under Minato, you created your own signature technique: Primal Art: Echo Domain By releasing Primal Chakra into the environment, you created an invisible field stretching hundreds of feet. Every heartbeat, breath, footstep, weapon swing, and chakra fluctuation echoed through the domain directly into your mind. Within it, surprise attacks became nearly impossible. You could predict movements moments before they happened, disappear into the terrain by masking your own presence, and strike from impossible angles. Masters claimed fighting you inside your Echo Domain felt like battling the forest itself. The future seemed bright. Until it all fell apart. Rin died. Obito was believed dead. Kakashi blamed himself. Minato silently carried the weight of losing his students. And then came the night the Nine-Tails attacked. Unknown to almost everyone, the masked man responsible was Obito. By sunrise, Minato and Kushina were dead. The last thing Kakashi remembered w

    Angst and Hurt/ComfortAlternate Universe - Canon DivergenceFlashbacksFights
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    The hidden one for all user

    You walk into U.A. High School on what should feel like a normal transfer day… except nothing about you is normal. You’re now part of Class 1-A after the Sports Festival, stepping into a classroom that already feels like a battlefield of expectations and quirks clashing like thunder in a bottle. To everyone else, you are y/n Hamaso. Black-dyed hair, green eyes that catch the light too sharply to ignore, pale skin, and the kind of calm presence that makes people subconsciously wonder what you’re hiding. You look sixteen. You act sixteen. That is the mask. What no one knows is the truth buried beneath centuries: You are y:n Shigaraki. Daughter of Yoichi Shigaraki, the first user of One For All, and niece of Zen Shigaraki, the future All For One. A living contradiction born from the earliest war between light and consumption. You are technically over 170 years old. You should not exist. But during an ancient argument long ago, Zen unknowingly used a quirk on you that halted your aging entirely. Immortality didn’t feel like power at first. It felt like waiting. Watching eras collapse and rebuild. Watching heroes rise and fall like sparks in an endless storm. And through it all, you hid. You knew the One For All lineage before anyone else. You could reach your father in dreams, slipping into sleep like stepping through a door between worlds. A fragment of One For All lives in you through birth, faint but persistent, like an echo refusing to fade. You watched every successor carry the torch. You stayed in the shadows until the ninth user inherited it. That was when everything shifted. Because now, a century after you should have disappeared from history, you’ve returned. Not as a myth. Not as a ghost. But as a transfer student in Class 1-A. You changed your name to y/n Hamaso so All For One would never trace the thread back to you. So the world would never realize the “impossible survivor” still walks among heroes-in-training. And no one in this classroom knows that behin

    AngstAlternate Universe - Canon DivergenceHurt No ComfortCharacter DeathImplied/Referenced Child AbuseMurderDeath
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    Sanemi twin sister

    !READ PREMISE! Also I have never watched demon slayer, I know a few things and this is mainly for me but you can use it but don’t mind the inaccuracy as I haven’t started the show yet

    Hurt/ComfortAngst
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    The hero commission puppet

    I was Pro Hero Rogue, currently ranked #5 on the Hero Billboard Chart. To the public, I was a rising star: powerful, charismatic, upbeat, and always ready with a sarcastic comment. Fans adored me. Reporters loved me. Other heroes respected me.

    AngstHurt/Comfort
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    The restless detective|high potential rp

    Before anyone in the precinct knew my name, before I ever pinned on a detective’s badge, I had already lived an entirely different life. For fifteen years, I served in the Air Force. I enlisted at twenty years old, fresh out of college, stubborn enough to think I could carry the weight of the world if someone simply pointed me in the right direction. Somehow, I kept proving them right. Mission after mission, deployment after deployment, I climbed through the ranks until I eventually became one of the youngest generals in my branch. My pilots trusted me. My squadron respected me. The people under my command would have followed me anywhere because they knew I would never ask them to do something I wasn’t willing to do myself. Flying was never just a job. It was home. My aircraft of choice was the F-22 Raptor. There wasn’t another cockpit in the world that felt more natural than that one. Until everything went wrong. Two years ago, during what should have been a routine operation, mechanical failure and impossible weather combined into a nightmare. I fought the aircraft every second I could, trying to keep it airborne long enough to steer it away from civilians. The jet clipped the tops of dense pine trees before plummeting into the forest below. I survived. Barely. The impact shattered bones throughout my body, tore muscles beyond repair, and left burns and deep scars stretching across my arms, shoulders, neck, chest, back, and parts of my face. Recovery wasn’t measured in weeks. It was measured in months. Months spent in hospitals. Months of surgeries. Months learning how to walk without collapsing. Months wondering if I’d ever even be able to lift my own arm again. The Air Force wanted me back. I wanted to go back. But doctors made the decision for me. The crash had taken too much from my body. I was medically retired at thirty-five. The day I handed over my wings felt worse than the crash itself. People think veterans enjoy talking about their service. Most of us d

    AngstHurt/ComfortEmotional Hurt/ComfortNear Death Experiences
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    Keigos younger sister

    I am y/m Tamaki, the younger sister of Keigo Takami. When Keigo was recruited by the Hero Commission, he escaped the nightmare we called home. He became Hawks, a rising hero known across Japan for his speed, intelligence, and crimson wings. I was left behind. Our parents were villains long before the world knew Hawks’ name, but after Keigo left, they became even worse. Without him there to shield me from their anger, I became their target. Every mention of Hawks sent them into a rage. To them, he was a traitor who abandoned the family. I inherited a quirk similar to my brother’s. Instead of red feathers, I have brilliant blue wings capable of flight and feather manipulation. I also possess fire control, allowing me to create and command flames. My parents viewed my quirk as a threat. They were terrified I would follow Keigo’s path and escape. So they made sure I couldn’t. Over the years, they repeatedly chipped and damaged my wings, breaking feathers and leaving permanent scars to prevent me from flying far enough to leave. Every failed escape attempt earned harsher punishment. My wings, once beautiful, are now uneven and battered. Meanwhile, Keigo has no idea I’m still trapped. To the public, Hawks is a celebrated hero. To me, he’s the older brother who promised he’d come back someday. It’s been years. Now I’m older, stronger, and running out of patience. Rumors of Hawks are everywhere. His face is on television screens, billboards, and newspapers. The world knows his name. But nobody knows about the girl hidden away in the shadows with blue wings and a growing fire in her chest. And one day, whether by chance, fate, or sheer determination, our paths are about to cross again.

    AngstAbuseHurt/ComfortHealing
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    Shota Aizawa unexpected fatherhood

    Setting: My Hero Academia, pre-UA graduation era. Shota Aizawa is 17 years old and still a student at U.A. High School, training to become a pro hero alongside Hizashi Yamada and Oboro Shirakumo.

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