When You're An Addams - Explosive Family Urges

[NicTheDjinn]

The first Quirk user was a luminescent baby born in Qing Qing, China. Every history book said that; every history class confirmed it. Historians, scientists, biologists and anthropologists agreed upon it. The glowing baby was the first person with a quirk. Except they were wrong.

It was unrealistic to believe that a boom of quirked individuals was so easily trackable. Documented from its very first person to every one after that. The glowing baby in Qing Qing was only the most painfully obvious that something had changed, that was who everyone turned to as the marker of the rise of quirked society. The evolution of human beings and the evolution of the very world they lived in. It may have been the start of the public awakening to the existence of superhumans, but they were absolutely not the first person to have a quirk.

That gloriously chaotic honor belonged to the Addams family.

Their lineage was ancient, their family sprinkled in the foulest roles of history. They had shaped the world as they knew it before the true evolution of humanity took its toll. Perhaps they even triggered that evolution themselves. They were a widespread family, after all.


And though they loved the darkness that churned the world, the Addams knew that at times the safety and happiness of their family hinged on staying away from everyone that wasn't like them. The survival of their family far outweighed their need for entertainment or really anything else. Their family loved and revered death, of course, but to finally die should be an honor instead of having it ripped from them when it is not yet their time. So the Addams hid, lived their lives as strange, odd humans that only seem slightly off, either right under the noses of those that weren't them or hidden away to never be found. The family only climbed out of their sewers and crypts when the child in Qing Qing was born, at first preparing to spirit away the babe and claim as their own as they had for centuries with any oddities that were born amongst the unfortunate Normals. But they quickly realized they wouldn't have to, this time, the child was received eagerly by the world.

The birth was quickly followed by chaos, nearly earth shattering, and the Addams slid further from their hiding places, melding back into the world as they finally surged to meet them. Strange abilities, odd looks, power. No longer were the Addams feared, they were welcomed, another of the bunch. At least they'd believed so to start, until they realized how limited the formal Normals were.

They could only ever have one inhuman ability. Or the majority did, something that fit comfortably into one little category. The Addams became sought after for different reasons. Experimentation, quirk marriages, even forced to act as attack dogs for the Normals. While the Addams could withstand torture it was only under the right circumstances. They were not used to legitimately feeling imprisoned. It was not something they could survive, and that was unacceptable. Regretfully, the Addams hid again. In plain sight to be fair, but they hid their true natures; their quirks. It was for survival, but it was agonizing to do. A family once so close knit scattered so thinly to ensure they wouldn't be found again, their only contact their spells and a reunion every five years somewhere new or uncharted.

The Addams now did their best to stay hidden. They planned to for as long as it took the rest of humanity to catch up with how far they'd come. But it was wishful thinking to believe they'd last that long. The very nature of an Addam's was their urges, their desires, to keep one of their own from something they desired would be to ask them to stop being who they were. So when one spoke of becoming a great, top hero- when the child's red eyes shone with so much want at just the idea of becoming the greatest hero they'd ever seen; they could not deter him. They could never dream of it. Discovery was upon them as he worked toward his dreams, and all the Addams family could do was offer their support, preparing to hide again.


Mitsuki Addams.

She knew she was different the very moment she first spoke to a Normal. They'd found it so strange she ate with daggers and swords. They had been horrified when she told them her first toy was a guillotine. They even ran away when she talked to them about one of her mother's midnight coffintime stories. Mitsuki realized being so different was lonely, and though she loved her family, she distanced herself from what made her an Addams in public. No one saw past her fake smiles and generic clothing. No one knew of her family, what her room really looked like, or even what she did for fun.

Then came Masaru.

He was different, but not how she was. The man was no Addams, but he was... kindhearted. Understanding. When he caught sight of the darker books she read, the potion and charm bottles that hung from her bag that she thought no one would notice, he simply asked about them. Masaru waited patiently for her to tell him the truth, for Mitsuki to take him to her home, take him to a family reunion... he was a Normal, yet he loved her. And Mitsuki loved him. So, of course, when they both graduated college, they immediately married.

And like it often went, a child followed shortly after.



Bakugo Katsuki may not have held the family name, but he was an Addams, through and through. No one could deny it, though no one would try. No one knew about the Addams, no one knew what they really were. Before quirks, they were simply strange, disturbed and cursed. After quirks? They slowly became another member of the bunch. Hidden in plain sight, no more illusions, fogs or sewers needed. Though some members chose to stay that way because of the freedom they felt it gave them. Katsuki hid all Addams’ traits when he was amongst the public, only ever showing off the actual quirk that he’d manifested, but not much more. No one needed to know, not when there were so many that would want to use him; use the family. It was in their history, and they didn’t want it repeating.

So Katsuki hid, and he really planned to hide forever, but that wasn’t realistic. As a hero, his inherited abilities would come in handy. He would eventually out himself, out the family. It was inevitable and they were all waiting for it. Something would happen, and all the public would know. The Hero Commission would know. He already found himself making excuses, particularly the fact he didn’t scar or bruise as a side effect of having nitroglycerin in his skin. It certainly helped speed it up, but well, he was an Addams after all.

The only way he could be hurt is if he wanted to be.

Currently, the class was being driven to yet another training camp and Katsuki could only hope it didn't end like the last. After everything that had happened, his certain... urges could not be contained for much longer. The Addams blood within him called for blood. Katsuki didn't think he could play as nice as U.A. and the world seemed to wish he did ever in his life, but especially not now, when he could literally feel his blood boiling. Katsuki was always hot to the touch, but he knew he was scalding now, and it would only take the smallest thing for him to finally just...

Snap.

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Shinso Hitoshi still felt blessed that he was actually going to be joining the Hero course. The only question really left was which class to squeeze him into. Of course, the easy choice would be class A, given his adoptive father being the homeroom teacher, but at the same time, that wasn't exactly public knowledge.

Which led him to now, crammed on a bus beside Aizawa as classes A and B rode along to a joint-training exercise that he'd be allowed to participate in.