Who Fell First And Who Fell Harder

Who fell first and who fell harder

Izuku Midoriya: He fell first and harder

Katsuki Bakugo: You fell first but he fell harder

Shoto Todoroki: You fell first but he fell harder

Tenya Ida: He fell first but you fell harder

Fumikage Tokoyami: You fell first but he fell harder

Hitoshi Shinso: You fell first and harder

Denki Kaminari: He fell first and harder

Eijiro Kirishima: He fell first but you fell harder

Mashirao Ojiro: You fell first but he fell harder

Mirio Togata: He fell first but you fell harder

Tamaki Amajiki: He fell first and harder

straight out of Wattpad 😩#monsterunderthebed #cpop #treanding #obsessed ...

Thinking of making an Aemond x oc fic with these vibes. Oh, and the oc is a transmigration/reincarnation.

Part of the Dime Breaker series

Some demons choose to keep their old names. Others pick a new one. For one reason or another.

You left yours behind for one simple fact: No one will know who you are. If you became prevalent in the future, questions will be made about your history. Where did you come from? Who were you before you died? What sent you down here?

If it became known you never existed in their human world to begin with... You didn't want to think about all the killer intent point at you like darts. All it takes is one perfectly or lucky aimed shot.

Just.

One.

You sip your tea. Rosie certainly is as delightful as you expect. Patiently waiting for you to pick a new name while talking about other subjects. Your abilities, your memories, etc.

You toy with a coin, the only thing to come with you into this world. It's face unique from their time. "Dime," you test.

"What's that, darling?"

"My name." You look up and shrug sheepishly. "I like how Dime sounds."

Rosie smiles brightly and bows slightly in greeting. "It's a delight to properly make your acquaintance, dear Dime."

FOLLOW UP QUESTION TO PAIRING

Part of the Dime Breaker Series

Centuries pass before you see each other again. He's changed much from that slick casino cat with fancy suits and easy charm. While you... Frozen. As if unattended to by time's influences.

You enter the hotel with a grace uniquely yours, hair wispy and flowing behind like curling smoke. You take in the familiar surroundings. Had you not known of this place prior to it's creation, you'd think you were having deja-vu.

Charlie chipperly pitches you the mission of the Hazbin Hotel. Her girlfriend beside her as they lead you through the many rooms.

Your eyes snags a familiar pair but let's it go as soon as they meet. Three long silver lines on your hand tingles. His mark on you clear as ever.

You both known each other for centuries, long before your rises and his fall. However you both kept secrets back then.

For him, it was his growing desperation at each soul lost in a gamble.

For her, it was her life before this. Before Hell.

Husk thought it had something to do with her household or something akin to that sentiment. That'd explain her silence and withdrawing behavior when inquired on it.

That was the farthest from the truth:

You came from our world. Where he was nothing but fiction, a creation of an artist. You know his future, and yet, even as you try to stir him from it, you watch as he waltz into Alastor's hand. You tried to help. He swiped your hand, sharp nails slicing through your flesh.

"Leave," he grunted. His back turned to you. Tears stung yours as you obey his request. You'll bother him no longer.