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Me, clapping my hands: SUPPORT COURSE IZUKU! SUPPORT COURSE IZUKU!! …WITH A PROSTHETIC!!

I’m sure people have had this idea before but I wanted to put my own spin on it!! And now for the info:

-Izuku’s been fascinated with heroes since a young age. However, after finding out he was quirkless, he refused to give up, and switched gears to start investing in the support field. He figured if he couldn’t be a pro hero he could at least do his best to help them and be a hero in his own way.

-Izuku’s an absolute GENIUS when it comes to inventing–he’s on par with Hatsume. However, Hatsume focuses more on support items that break convention and are very innovative and unique. Izuku’s focus is more on items that actually help heroes on the field and support their bodies, and items that also allow them to use their quirks to their full extent while still being able to control them properly. (Basically, Izuku’s gadgets act as a control stick for heroes that go all out i.e. Toshi.) He also makes a lot of gadgets that support disabled heroes, because–

-Izuku has a prosthetic arm! It’s his right one. This was the result of a villain attack that he got involved in after meeting All Might. Toshi blames himself for what happened to Izuku because he couldn’t get there in time. He and Izuku are very close–Izuku knows the secret behind Toshi’s appearance and he knows about One For All. Mirio is the one to inherit OFA in this AU–so Izuku’s very close to him as well! Izuku makes support items for both Toshi and Mirio, to support their quirks. Izuku’s gadgets have saved Toshi in a pinch a hundred times over, and are designed to support him when he needs that extra push when he’s already reached his limit.

There is more ahead~

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dealing with a boggart

tw: child abuse, ptsd, really just Sad Harry Potter

Harry was terrified of dementors bc when he saw them, when he was near them, he’d hear his mothers screams, one of the first ever people to really love him, a thing he valued so much, and the pain of her murderer as his plan fell apart.

Of course he was fucking terrified of them for that. Who wouldn’t be?

But after the battle of Hogwarts, when he is fully and truly himself, when he has closure and a family of his own creation, he encounters a dementor some way or another and finds the pain is much lesser now.

Patronus’s are a lot easier to whip out now, bc he isn’t fighting that sort of pain on what he felt was all on his own.

And he proud bc he’s feels he conquered, or at least lessened, this fear.

So one day, for circumstances I’ll let you think up idk I’m not getting paid, he has to deal with a boggart, right?

And so he gets all prepared, opens the wardrobe door, and he’s met with another door.

A door that has peeling paint and a rusty old lock that does its job well enough.

Something, someone, is on the other side, and oh my god that sounds like a child.

Theyre yelling and banging on the door and Harry can’t open it no matter what he tries, and then he hears them.

“Please, aunt petunia, I’m sorry, I don’t know what happened, it wasn’t me! I didn’t do it, I didn’t do anything, it won’t happen again. uncle Vernon, let me out, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, please”

And then he starts shaking, bc he can’t even properly tell which of the million times that that happened the boggart is recreating,

but suddenly he’s feeling the hollowness of an empty stomach stabbing at him,

he can remember feeling weak from crying and crying for hours because he didn’t do anything on purpose but they’re mad and they’ve locked him in and he’s not allowed out.

He remembers begging to know why all these oddities happen around him and why he always takes the blame, pleading with a small and dark cupboard.

He gets therapy, proper therapy with a mind healer who’s patient and kind with him, and doesn’t know anything about him that he doesn’t tell them the way he needs. His boggart never really changes again, but with time, with age, it doesn’t affect him like it used to. He’s managed to not let it define him. And slowly, the world resets.

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Headcanon: Harry’s bittersweet talk with his parents+Remus+Sirius in the forbidden forest wasn’t real, and that’s good because,,

The resurrection stone was a trick.

With a foe as cunning as death to face, it shouldn’t be surprising.

It showed naught what was there, the dead nor their spirits, but instead the personified grief of the stone’s holder, given a voice to charm him to welcome his grave.

The brother with his bride, and Harry with his guardians, they were all illusions

In reality, or in a different state of reality, the souls of the departed had two options: stay as a ghost, or move on.

And then there was another path that wasn’t a choice at all.

When you die in the battle of a war yet to end, your soul must wander, unheard and unseen, until it finally closes.

So Lily and James Potter watched for the next 10 years of Harry’s life as he was beaten, neglected, bruised,

they watched as he stepped into Diagon Alley for the first time,

Weeped from joy as their old friend broke himself free from his unjust prison,

Welcomed Sirius, and then Remus with open arms,

Shunned Peter,

Lily slapped Snape when he tried to hug her, told him off for hurting her son for so many years because of an old petty rivalry,

Enraged themselves at their old headmaster’s plot to set up their son,

Yelled, screamed mantras of “that’s not us” and “Harry, please” that would fall only on deaf ears when he turned the stone thrice to reveal imposters crafted from bended light, who were coaxing him to an early death, became this was not what they died for,

And Waited, waited for their child’s spirit to join them as he hit the floor with a thud.

Lily crumpled to the floor in relief, James sobbed, and Sirius hugged Remus with all his might when Harry twitched and whispered into Narcissa’s ear because he survived despite everything.

And when the monster who had did this to them fell at long, long last, they turned to a panting Harry.

They kissed him goodbye, though they knew he’d feel no more than an itch on his cheek

And they all stepped away, to move on, to wait for when he’d finally join them.