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The Bite of the Queen

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Darkness was the essence world. The entire planet was shrouded in darkness. And the queen ruled from her castle. Thousands of years passed, and she grew weak. She needed to pass her power on, she needed a successor, someone of blood, but any family she once had, had left her in her rein.


To remedy this, she cast a spell. A spell that, when she is to pass, her magic would be transferred to the next ruler, someone donning the purest heart in her bloodline.


Vampires are generally immobile creatures, pale skin with bloodlust. But their queen is the most powerful. She is the watcher of vampires. She has magic beyond their control. And her followers will work tirelessly to get their new queen on her throne.




They were known as a miracle child, for a few reasons. First; they were born to a mother who’d been told she could bear no children. And second; they were born with no quirk, not even having gained theirs by their fourth birthday like most children. Their quirk manifested when they were ten, but it came with… unusual side effects.


Their skin was paler, their eye seemed to glow in the dark. They were up later and tended to burn easier in sunlight. They fed on blood. Vampire Quirk; it was labelled. The kid was faster than the average human and stronger physically than most of their classmates. Some physical items over to them on mental command and other things that seemed to be a meld of other quirks.


Most other fifth-graders thought that was cool to have so many, but other people grew to dislike it. To the point of calling them a villain. The Miracle Child wasn’t deterred though, as they followed their dreams. Their parent’s moved to Japan to allow them to attend U.A. or another prestigious high school in case they were rejected.


Ready for the exam, dear?” Their mother asked in English, pressing a kiss to their forehead.

Yes, ma,” (Y/n) replied.


You’re going to try your best, right?” their father asked, patting their shoulders.


Yes, pa,” (Y/n) replied. “Now, work on your Japanese, you need it.”


The kid waved and ran out the door. Their hair flared out as they ran and their eyes glinted with excitement. Due to the conditions of their quirk, they ran with a large umbrella blocking out the sun. However, again due to their quirk, they were able to run with it anyways.


U.A. was large and she took her time marvelling at the front gate. She continued to walk, not watching where she was going and running face-first into a poor kid, knocking them both off balance.


The pair were startled when they suddenly found themselves floating mid-air. The brunette whose quirk saved them giggled slightly and both grew red. ((Y/n) grabbed their umbrella but it was apparent the red wasn’t a burn from the sun; this girl was cute!)


The brunette giggled. “Are you two okay?”


“U-uh…” (Y/n) switched to Japanese. “Yes, thank you.”


The girl grabbed the boy’s shoulders and righted him before releasing the work of her superpower on them. (Y/n) landed with the grace of someone who was used to floating like that and the boy landed with his body stiff and straight. His face was bright red.


“I stopped you with my Quirk.” The girl says. “I’m sorry I didn’t ask first, but I figured you wouldn’t mind me catching you.” She smiled at them.


“It was my mistake.” (Y/n) replies. “I wasn’t watching where I was going.”


“Oh, your accent.” She mumbles. “You’re not Japanese, are you?”


“No, I’m from (country/state). My parents moved here so I could attend U.A.”


“You must be one of the best, then!”


“U-uh, no-”


“I’m gonna do my best too! And meet you in the hero course! That’s what you’re going for, right?”




“I’ll see you there, oh, uh, my name is Uraraka Ochako, that’s my last name and then-.”


“I know how Japanese introductions work. My name’s (L/n) (F/n).”


“I gotta run, I’ll see you later (L/n)-san!” Uraraka waved behind her as she walked inside.


“Bye, bye Uraraka-chan!” (Y/n) looked towards the boy, still stiff as a branch beside her. “You should do your best too.”


“Y-yes!” he stuttered. (Y/n) smiled and walked away.


“For all you examinee listeners turning in, welcome to my show today! Everybody say hey!” Present Mic beamed, and actually waited for a reply. It was silent. “What a refined response, then I’ll quickly present to you the rundown of the practical exam! ARE YOU READY?! YEAH!” More silence. “As it says in the application requirements, you listeners will be conducting ten-minute mock urban battles after this!” Present Mic continues. “You can bring whatever you want with you. After the presentation, you’ll head to the specified battle centre, okay?” Still, silence as people looked at the cards that were handed out. “OKAY??”


I guess, you won’t let you work with your friends, huh?’ (Y/n) thought. ‘Good thing I don’t have friends… Wow, that sounded sad…


“Three different types of faux villains are stationed in each battle centre; you earn points for each of them based on their level of difficulty. Your goal, dear listeners, is to use your Quirks to earn points by immobilising the faux villains. Of course, attacking other examinees and any other unheroic actions are prohibited!”


A hand raised. “May I ask a question?!”


“Okay!” A light shone on the boy. Dark blue hair, matching eyes and sharp glasses.


“On the printout, there are four types of villains, if that is a misprint then UA, the most prominent school in Japan, should be ashamed of that foolish mistake! We, examinees, are here in this place because we wish to be moulded into exemplary heroes.” The guy cried, then turned and pointed directly at the boy from before. “In addition, quit your muttering! It’s distracting. If you’re here on a pleasure trip, then you should leave immediately!”


“I’m so sorry!” he called. People in the stands giggled.


“Okay, okay, examinee number seven-one-one-one.” Present Mic called. “Thanks for the great message.” He proceeded to explain the point of the fourth villain. “That’s all from me!” Present Mic called. “Finally, I’ll give you listeners a present—our school motto! The hero Napoleon Bonaparte once said; A true hero is someone who overcomes life’s misfortunes. Go beyond. PLUS ULTRA! Now, everyone, good luck suffering.”


Wow, Mic.’ (Y/n) thought. ‘That’s encouraging.


They made their way to their own battle centre, dressing in the U.A. sports uniform on the way there. As people gathered, (Y/n) prepared with stretches, their umbrella hovering in the air to shade them from the sun. The faint hint of purple smoke emitting from (Y/n)’s hand also flickered around the handle, as if holding the umbrella for them.


“Oh, hey.” A blonde waltzed over, taking apparent interest in the floating umbrella. “This is cool, is this your quirk?”


“Not really.” (Y/n) replies. “It’s a side effect, more or less.”


“Oh, cool.” He looked at (Y/n). “Are you sensitive to light?”


“I burn easily, yeah, it’s another side effect.”


“Damn, that’s a bummer. My name’s Kaminari Denki.”


“(L/n) (F/n), it’s a pleasure to meet you.”


“(L/n)? Oh, you’re not Japanese, are you?”




“Cool! Where are you from?”




“Wow! I hope to see you in the end, (L/n)-chan.”


(Y/n) cocked an eyebrow. “Confident, are we? I hope so too, Kaminari-san.”


He smiled and the starting siren rang. Everyone rushed forward.




“Onē-chan! You have letters!” (Y/n) stifled a yawn and rolled out of bed, landing on the floor with a thud. “…What was that?




Get off the floor, (Y/n)!




Whatever! Just get your damn letters!


With a grumbled, (Y/n) grasped the door handle and slowly made her way to the kitchen where her younger (brother/sister) sat. (He/She) liked using Japanese nicknames but otherwise spoke in English. (He/She) handed (Y/n) two letters. One looked like in time travelled straight from the 18th century whilst the other was stamped U.A.


(Y/n) hummed tiredly. “I’ll open the U.A. one when Ma and Pa get back.


You’re just scared you’ll fail. We moved all the way out here for you.


Shut up, you want to go to U.A. just as much as I do.


Fair enough.


(Y/n) looked at the wax stamp on the other letter and frowned. It was a blood-red stamp with ‘VC’ written on it. “What the fuck?






Go die.


Uno reverse card.”


No u.


“No u.”


Was that Japanese?




I hate you.”


You love me.


Whatever, just read your goth notes.


(Y/n) looked back at the very Victorian-era letter and picked off the wax seal before opening it. It was written in neat cursive English.


Dearest (Y/n),


It has come to our attention you harbour a quirk known as the “Vampire Quirk”. Our family, the Vampire Clan, are all bearers of this quirk as well and would love to welcome you to our family.


When you’ve made your decision, please send us a letter back via the postal address or send a text via the phone number below. This number goes to the Japanese residence of our family as that’s where we figure your household is currently staying.


Best wishes,

Pheobe Sacheverell 


It was signed with Pheobe's signature and finished with the “vampire Clan” stamp, which matched the wax seal.


This is extreme as shit for a prank.”


Lemme see.” (S/n) leaned over (Y/n)’s shoulder to look at the letter. “Yo. What the fuck?


Profanity!” (Y/n) yelled, feigning terror. (S/n) flipped her off.


Should I take this letter seriously or not?’ (Y/n) thought, staring at the phone number on the parchment.



Take the Letter seriously?




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It’s probably a joke from (S/n)… ’ (Y/n) thought, making her way upstairs.


Are you really going back to sleep right now? ” Aforementioned sibling asked.


Yes. You can’t stop me ( otouto/imouto).”


Wait, what does that mean?


Little (brother/sister).


Oh .”


(S/n) left (Y/n) to go back to bed until their parents got home from work. The elder teen had to drag herself back down to the kitchen after that.


A feminine day today? ” (F/n) asked.


“Yes.” (Y/n) replied in Japanese. It was a simple word that the rest of the family had picked up on easily.


(S/n) says you got your U.A. letter today! ” (M/n) beams.


Yep. ” (Y/n) pulls the letter from her pocket. “ I was waiting for you guys to get home.


(M/n) cooed slightly and her husband shot her an awed look as (S/n) fake retched off to the side.


(Y/n) ignored them as she peeled the top off the envelope and a small device fell from the packet. The device lit up and a hologram of Present Mic appeared, silencing the family.


“Greetings, (L/n)-san!” he said in Japanese, making the rest of the family groan. “ And family, if they’re watching. ” He switched to English. “ I am Present Mic, for those who don’t know; English teacher at U.A. High School, pro-hero and news show host! How’re you doin’? ” 


Someone leaned in the frame and whispered to him. Present Mic snapped back a response in Japanese and then turned back to the camera. 


Anyways, the written test was a well, done. (Y/n) was the best in their class but average overall. The magic is in the mock test. During the mock testing, examinees got points for the number of robots they destroyed called villain points. (Y/n) got fifty-three (53) which would’ve left them in thirteenth (13th) place, however, unknowing to the participants, we were also testing students on rescue points, which they got by rescuing their fellow examinees… obviously. (Y/n) earned seventeen (17) which leaves them with seventy (70) points and in fourth (4th) place. That’s quite the climb, little listener. We can’t wait to see you at U.A.


The projection ended.


I GOT IN! ” (Y/n) squealed. Her family rushed forwards and squeezed her tight. “ I GOT IN!




1-A… ” She mused to herself in English, tugging at the hem of her skirt as she held her timetable up. “ Oh! ” she switched to Japanese. “Hey, I met you at the entrance exam.”


The green-haired boy turned at looked at her with surprise. “Oh, yeah. My name is Midoriya Izuku, I’m sorry for not introducing myself before. I was… caught off guard.”


(Y/n) giggled. “I figured. My name is (L/n) (F/n).”


Midoriya’s eyes flicked to the skirt before coming back up to her eyes curiously. “Sorry if I’m prying, but, I kinda thought you were a guy before…”


“Oh, that’s fine! I’m gender-fluid, actually. I’m having a feminine day. The day of the mock exams I was between the two.”


“Oh!” Midoriya nods. “That makes sense. I myself am actually transgender-”


“Do you wear a binder?” (Y/n) cut in, concern evident in her furrowed eyebrows.


Midoriya went red and stuttered a bit. “I did, but I got the surgery recently. My uh… mentor decided that’d be for the best in the whole of ‘superhero high school’. After I healed enough I spent a few months training and… here I am.” Midoriya gestured vaguely. (Y/n) smiled.


“Good. I know from experience that wearing a binder whilst training… doesn’t work out the best.”


“Yeah.” Midoriya chuckled. “Hey, what class did you get into, by the way?”


“Uh, 1-A.”


“Oh, No way! So did I!”


“Really? Cool!”


(Y/n) and Midoriya wandered aimlessly for a bit, attempting to find their class. “Oh, there.” A simple sign labelled 1-A.


“I swear we’ve walked past this door like, five times.” (Y/n) groans.




Ignoring the green-haired boy, (Y/n) pushes the door open.


“Take your feet off the desk now!” the same dark blue-haired man from the entrance exam snapped at a blonde who was sitting with his feet on the table. Midoriya faltered, knees almost buckling on the spot. “It’s only the first day and you’re already disrespecting this place by scuffing school property, you cretin!”


“You’re kidding me, right?” the blonde countered, cocking an eyebrow at him. “Your old school put a stick up your ass, or were you born with it?” (Y/n) held back a snort.


“Let’s start over.” The blue-haired boy says calmly. “My name is Iida Tenya, from Somei Private Academy.”


“Somei huh? So you must think you’re better than me! I’m gonna have fun tearing you a new one!”


“You would threaten me? Your own classmate? Are you sure you’re in the right place?” Iida asked in doubt before his attention was brought to (Y/n) and Midoriya, still standing in the doorway. The blonde followed his gaze.


“Uh… hi?” Midoriya says awkwardly.


“Good morning!” Iida greeted. “I am Iida Tenya from-.”


“Somei, we heard.” (Y/n) cut in. “I’m (L/n) (F/n).”


“And I’m Midoriya Izuku!”


“Midoriya,” Iida says, addressing the greenette. “I shouldn’t have misjudged you too quickly. You perceived the true nature of that test. You are indeed a superior candidate.”


Wonder what happened with those two…


“Hey, I recognise you two! (L/n)-san, falling boy!”


The trio turned and watched an energetic brunette bound up to them.


“Hi, Uraraka-chan.” (Y/n) greeted.


“Oh, hi.” Midoriya was red again. “I guess I should thank you for going to talk to Present Mic-sama.”


Uraraka blinked. “Huh? How did you know about that?”


I definitely missed something…


“Anyway, what do you guys think we’re doing today besides orientation?” Uraraka asked. “I wonder what our teacher’s like! I can’t wait to meet everybody!”


“If you’re here to make friends, then you can pack up your stuff now.” A gruff voice cut in. the group turned and looked at a yellow sleeping bag with a scruffy looking man lying in it. “Welcome to U.A.’s hero course.” He continued in the silence, sucking on a juice bag.


What the fuck?


“It took eight (8) seconds for you all to shut up, rational students would understand that time is precious.” He continued standing up and stripping the sleeping bag. “I am Aizawa Shota, your teacher. Let’s get started.” He pulled out the sports uniforms from his sleeping bag, or maybe under his pedestal-desk thing. “Put these on and head outside.”


The sports uniform did cover a good amount of skin, so (Y/n) just put on gloves and a large sun hat instead of carrying the umbrella.


A familiar voice called her attention when she stepped out of the change rooms. “(L/n)-chan!”


“Kaminari-san.” She greeted back. “It’s nice to see you again.” The pair started walking to where the rest of the class was huddled.


“I told you I would!” Kaminari beams. “I wonder what Aizawa-sensei is having us do here, it’s almost time for orientation.”


“Somehow, I feel like we’re not going to get around to that.”


Kaminari raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”


“We’ll be starting with a Quirk Assessment Test.”




“I knew it.” Kaminari glared at her.


“But orientation!” Uraraka protested. “We’re gonna miss it!”


“If you want to excel, you can’t waste time on pointless ceremonies,” Aizawa replied. “The country’s still trying to pretend we were created equal by not letting those with the most power excel. It’s not rational.” He holds up a baseball. “Bakugou, you scored highest in the entrance exam, what was your best score for the softball throw in Junior High?”


“Uh… sixty-seven (67) meters, I think.” The blonde from earlier replied.


“Great, try doing it with your quirk.” Aizawa tossed the ball to Bakugou.


The blonde teen stood in a circle and wound up his arm before releasing the ball in a fury for flames. “DIEEE!”


“Die?” Kaminari asked, making a face.


“He has passion.” (Y/n) replied. “I think.”


“You’ve never gotten to use your quirks physical tests before, but doing that now will allow me to figure out your potential as a pro hero.” Aizawa turned a small deceive in his hand to show the screen. 705.2 meters.


“Seven hundred and five meters?!” Kaminari exclaimed.


“I want a go! That looks like fun!” A pink-haired girl beamed. Actually her skin was pink too.


“This is what I’m talking about! Using our quirks as much as we want!” a black-haired boy beams.


“So this looks fun, huh?” Aizawa asks. “Idiots. Today you’ll compete in eight (8) tests to gauge your potential. Whoever comes in last has none and will be expelled immediately.”


(Y/n) raised an eyebrow as the smile Aizawa gave whilst the rest of the class panicked. This teacher didn’t seem like the type to give a false threat.


“You can’t send someone home!” Uraraka protested, again. “It’s only the first day! And even if it wasn't, this isn’t fair!”


“Life isn’t fair.” (Y/n) replied. “You do your best and get thrown down the gutter, then life kicks you when you’re down and gives your enemy a raise.”


“Dramatic, but (L/n)-san isn’t wrong,” Aizawa mutters. “It’s a hero’s job to overcome that unfairness. So go beyond, Plus Ultra style. Show me it’s no mistake you’re here.”





Chapter Text

1. Yaoyorozu Momo

2. Todoroki Shoto

3. Bakugou Katsuki

4. Nishikiri Yuichi

5. Iida Tenya

6. Tokoyami Fumikage

7. Shoji Mezo

8. Ojiro Mashirao

9. Kirishima Eijiro

10. (L/n) (Y/n)

11. Ashido Mina

12. Uraraka Ochako

13. Koda Koji

14. Sato Rikido

15. Asui Tsuyu

16. Aoyama Yuga

17. Sero Hanta

18. Kaminari Denki

19. Jirou Kyoka

20. Hagakure Toru

21. Mineta Minoru

22. Midoriya Izuku


(Y/n) was patting Midoriya’s back comfortingly.


“I failed…” the boy muttered to himself, clutching a broken finger too tight. He’d probably fracture it more at this rate.


“And I was lying,” Aizawa speaks up. “No one’s going home. That was just a rational deception to make sure you give it all in your tests.”




“I’m surprised the rest of you didn’t figure that out.” Yaoyorozu, the girl who came first, says. “Sorry I guess I should’ve said something.”


“Yes, you should have!” A fair few students snap.


“That’s it. We’re done for today.” Aizawa summons the class’ attention again. “Pick up a syllabus in the classroom and read over it by tomorrow. Midoriya-san,” the teacher gestured to his broken finger. “Take this to the nurse’s office and have the lady fix you up. Things are going to get a lot tougher when your actual training begins.” He walked away.


Wow. Thanks,  sensei.” (Y/n) groaned. “How’re you doing, Midoriya-san?”


The boy sighed heavily and his knees buckled. “Good. I- I’m good. Cool, cool, cool, cool, cool.” He began to mutter under his breath.


“Dude.” Kaminari screwed his nose up. “What the hell?”


“I think it’s a condition.” (Y/n) replied. “I’ll help him to the nurse’s office, yeah?”


Kaminari nodded. “Okay, yeah, I’ll see you around.”




Midoriya was lagging slightly, unable to stand properly. He looked like he was going to pass out.


“Damn, the old lady really did a number on you, huh?” (Y/n) asked.


“Yeah…” Midoriya replied.


“Oh, hey! (Y/n)-senpai! Izuku-kun!”


(Y/n) looked up at the girl approaching them. She was short, with pink hair cut short at the back and long bangs. Her eyes glimmered a spring green colour.


“Oh, uh, hey…”


The girl beamed. “I guess you wouldn’t really know me, huh? I hope your first name is okay! I heard you two talking this morning! My name’s Nishikiri Yuichi.”


“Oh, you’re in our class, right? You were fourth in the quirk assessment test.” Midoriya speaks up.


“Awe! You recognise me! Oh, call me Yui, please.”


“Uh, okay…?”


“You two came to the nurse’s office and didn’t get the books Aizawa-sensei asked for, so I collected an extra two for you,” Yui says cheerily, offering them said book. 


“Oh, thanks.”


“No problem!”


A hand landed on Midoriya’s shoulder and he flinched. “I’m sorry,” Iida says. “I probably should’ve done the same, but Nishikiri-san seems to have it covered.”


“Call me Yui.”


“How’s the broken finger?” Iida continued.


“Oh, it’s doing fine thanks to Recovery Girl!” Midoriya replied, holding up his bandaged finger.


“Hey, guys!” Uraraka waved and jogged up to the group, making five people. “Are you all going down to the station? I’ll join you!”


“Oh, you’re the infinity girl,” Iida says.


“I’m Uraraka Ochako.” She replies. “Let’s see, you’re Iida Tenya, I know you, (L/n)-san, you’re Nishikiri Yuichi and your name is Deku, right? Midoriya?”


“What?” (Y/n) asked, blinking.


“Oh, yeah, I remember!” Yui cuts in. “That Bakugou guy was like,  Deku, you bastard!  Right?”


Midoriya was red. Again. “Well… My name is actually Izuku, Deku’s what Kacchan uses to make fun of me.”


“Ka…chan?” Yui asks slowly.


“That’s unsportsmanlike,” Iida says.


“Oh, I didn’t realise that! I’m sorry.” Uraraka says. “But you know what? I like it! It could be a hero name! Plus, I think it sounds kinda cute!”


“Deku it is!”


“Boys, honestly,” Yui muttered.


“Just like that? Weren’t you saying it was an insult?” Iida asked.


“Paradigm shift! My whole world is upside down!”


And with that, the five started walking to the station.




“Looks like we’re going the same way, huh, (Y/n)-senpai?” Yui asked.


“Yeah, I guess.” (Y/n) replied.


“Let’s get ice-cream together!”




“Yeah, there’s a parlour over there!” Yui pointed in the distance.




(Y/n) got (flavour) and Yui got strawberry. The pinkette’s eyes landed on a person drinking a smoothie on a bench a little way off. Her hair was blonde, tipped in pink and pinned back in a bun that made the tips of her hair spike up at the back of her head. Her eyes were a vibrant red colour that seemed to see into your soul.


“Risako-sama!” She yelled.


The woman looked up and smiled calmly at the teenager. Yui dragged (Y/n) over with her.


“Good afternoon, Yui-chan.” The woman greeted. “And a friend?”


“This is (L/n) (Y/n)!” Yui beamed. “(Y/n)-senpai, this is Ishii Risako.”


Ishii stood up, resting her smoothie on the bench and took (Y/n)’s free hand. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, (Y/n)-sama.” He red eyes glinted with knowing as she stared down at her. “Did you receive Pheobe-sama’s letter?”


“Pheobe… Sacheveralle?” (Y/n) asked hesitantly. Ishii and Yui perked up. 


“So you did! Wonderful!" She clasped her hands together. "I am the leader of the Japanese squadron of the Vampire Clan and over-looker of all Japanese interactions and trade between other colonies.”




“Ah, this must be a lot of you, you are a teenager, after all.”


“And we have to prepare for training tomorrow, for the hero course!” Yui added.


“You’re a part of this?” (Y/n) asked.


“Yep!” Yui beamed.


“We must talk about your involvement with the clan!” Ishii continued. “Oh, they’ll be so happy to finally have their queen back! It’s been fifteen years of chaos! Pheobe-sama and Alexander-sama have been so stressed.”


“I-I- who- I don’t- I need to leave.” (Y/n) tore her hand from Ishii’s grasp and started walking away.


“Wait! (Y/n)-senpai!”


Don’t follow me!


Yui froze at the command, her knees buckling and a whimper escaping her throat. Ishii watched with curious eyes and (Y/n) continued to run.




“Onē-chan?” (S/n) asked as the teen stormed into the house. “ What’s wrong ?”


T-that letter, thing. The vampire clan? I don't think it was a joke! ” (Y/n) replied.


(Y/n), what happened? ” (S/n) asked, standing up and grabbing (Y/n)’s shoulders.


And so, she explained.


Trust Nishikiri Yuichi and Ishii Risako?