#8 EIGHT YEARS WITHOUT HIS QUIRK AND NO HERO WORK

[the-mad-martian-on-mars]

i’m watching all the mha movies again and seeing izuku fighting genuinely brings tears to my eyes he’s THE HERO out of everyone in the world he’s the one who deserves a quirk it’s so unfair it’s so fucking unfair

[recipro-turbo]

brother mine - year eight

Chapter Rating: T Chapter Word Count: 1.8k Chapter Notes: originally posted to twitter here. tenya is 8 in this chapter.

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“Stay close to me, Tenya. I don’t want you getting lost.”

Tenya doesn’t need to be told twice. He tightens his grip on Tensei’s hand as they push their way through the sea of people that crowd Zoo Dreamland’s entry plaza. This wasn’t anything unusual for the park, especially on a clear summer day, but today is special―All Might is supposed to be making an appearance in the afternoon.

Though Ingenium is obviously Tenya’s favorite hero, All Might is definitely his second. He’s everything a good hero should be―brave, strong, compassionate… always saving the day with a smile on his face. According to Tensei, he’s nice, too!

Meeting All Might hadn’t originally been part of the plan, but upon finding out why the crowd at Zoo Dreamland felt more dense than usual, Tensei offered to add it to their agenda. Tenya agreed to it, even though it would mean he probably wouldn’t get to go on as many rides as he would on their usual trips. There will always be more Dreamland trips, but he probably won't get to see All Might this close ever again… at least, not until he’s a pro hero, like Tensei.

The longer lines at each attraction do very little to ruin Tenya’s good mood. For him, it’s less about what he’s doing, and more about who he’s with. He hasn’t been able to spend as much time with Tensei since he took over Iidaten, and with his older brother just a month away from moving out of their family home, he’s about to be spending even less time with him. He’s a little sad about that―it means Tensei won’t be around to comfort him after nightmares or tell him how his patrol went over dinner or play games with him―but he knows that Ingenium’s work is saving lives. Tenya will do whatever he can to cheer him on.

For now, though, it’s just him and his big brother, patiently waiting their turn for the teacup ride.

-x-

By the time All Might’s meet and greet begins, the crowd is so dense, it’s almost impossible to move. Tenya has a vice grip on Tensei’s hand as they try to find where the line for the meet and greet ends and the crowd of passersby begins. Normally, this would be about the point where he starts to get overwhelmed, but the presence of All Might just a few meters away seems to give him the strength to push through for just a little while longer.

He can do this.

Just up ahead, there’s a small clearing. The end of the line! Tenya begins to follow Tensei, ready to leave the chaos of the crowd behind when something―no, someone―catches his attention.

Someone is crying. They sound scared. Tenya stops in his tracks, trying to find where they are. Maybe he could help! Or Tensei, if they needed a hero! Tensei was the best at helping people!

There. Tenya sees a small opening in the crowd, where he finds a freckle-faced child about his age wearing a bright yellow All Might shirt and black shorts. He has messy green hair and big, green eyes that are shiny with tears. He’s frantically scanning the crowd, growing more and more distressed each passing second.

He’s lost.

Tenya hears Tensei call out his name when he lets go of his hand and begins weaving through the crowd towards the lost child. As small as he is, darting through the tiny gaps between people isn’t a problem―he reaches the crying child quickly, all without using his Quirk.

“H―Excuse me,” Tenya calls out, remembering his manners at the last possible second. “Are you okay?”

The green-haired boy chokes out, “Mom, I can’t find Mom!”

“Tenya! You can’t just run off like that!”

Tenya turns to find Tensei emerging from the crowd behind him. He doesn’t look angry, but he can definitely tell he’s going to be having a talk with Mother about running off in a crowded place when they get home. “Tensei! We need to help him find his Mother!”

Tensei’s attention turns to the child standing beside Tenya, expression softening. He kneels down to their level, addressing the crying boy directly. “Hey, little guy. My name’s Tensei Iida, and this is my brother, Tenya. Can you tell me your name?”

The child sniffles. “Izuku.”

“Where did you last see your mother, Izuku? Was it anywhere near here?”

Izuku nods, pointing towards a cart selling limited edition All Might merch. “We were over there. I saw something here and wanted a closer look, and I thought Mom was following, but when I turned around, she was gone!”

“If this was only a few minutes ago, I don’t think your mother would’ve gone very far with this crowd,” Tensei says gently. “The lost child center is on the other end of the park, so our best bet is to try and look around here first.”

Tenya listens as Tensei patiently asks Izuku questions, looking around the crowd for anyone matching his description of his mother, Inko―a short woman with green hair wearing a pink cardigan and blue skirt. He’s too short to see very much, though, so when Tensei stands up and takes their hands, he focuses on cheering Izuku up.

“So you like All Might?” Tenya asks.

Izuku nods, wiping away a few tears with the hand that isn’t holding Tensei’s. “Y-yeah! He’s so cool and fast and he always saves the day with a smile on his face! I know all about him!”

Tenya smiles. “Tensei has worked with him before! He says All Might is really nice.” He tugs lightly at Tensei’s arm. “Right, Tensei? You’ve met All Might before, tell Izuku about him!”

Izuku looks up at Tensei with wide green eyes. “You worked with him? Are you a hero, too?”

Tensei smiles. “Yeah! I’m the Turbo Hero: Ingenium.”

Tenya manages not to laugh when Izuku’s jaw drops. He starts asking questions about a bunch of Ingenium’s lesser-known encounters with villains, his Quirk, his sidekicks. His enthusiasm is contagious―Tenya finds himself chiming in with details Tensei missed. He almost forgets what they’re doing.

“Izuku? Izuku, honey, where are you?”

Inko looks every bit as distraught as Izuku had when Tenya found him. The minute she lays eyes on Izuku, she runs forward, openly sobbing as she pulls her son into her arms.

“Oh my goodness, Izuku, you had me so worried―”

“I’m sorry, Mom, I didn’t mean to run off!”

Inko shushes him, wiping away his tears. “I’m just so relieved you’re safe.” She looks up to Tensei, giving him a watery smile. “Thank you so much.”

“It’s no trouble,” Tensei says. “And I can’t really take the credit. Tenya is the one who found him.”

Inko’s gaze shifts to Tenya. “Thank you. I don’t know what would’ve happened if you hadn’t stopped to help him.”

Tenya shrinks a little at being put on the spot, but he doesn’t hide behind his brother’s leg―he can’t be a hero if he can’t handle strangers. “It… it was the right thing to do.”

Tenya is prepared to part ways with Izuku when he and Tensei learn that the Midoriyas were also planning on meeting All Might. Tensei suggests they go as a group, giving Tenya and Izuku a little more time to hang out, and Inko agrees, to their delight. The entire time they’re in line, Izuku and Tenya excitedly talk about heroes.

“I’m going to be a hero just like my brother! A cool one,” Tenya proclaims, hands a blur of chopping motions. 

Izuku grins. “I’m gonna be a hero, too! Just like All Might!”

“Cool! What’s your Quirk? Are you strong like him? Or fast?”

“Ah… no,” Izuku’s expression drops. “I don’t have a Quirk.”

Tenya tilts his head. He’s never heard of a Quirkless hero before… but that didn’t mean it was impossible. Father always said nothing was impossible if you’re willing to put in the work.

“I think you could do it,” Tenya says. “Right, Tensei?”

“Hmm?” Tensei pauses his conversation about whatever it is grown-ups talk about with Inko. “What’s up?”

“You can be a hero without a Quirk, right?”

Both Izuku and Inko stiffen up, but Tenya keeps his focus on his brother. If anyone would know, it’d be Tensei. He knows everything about being a hero.

Tensei takes a moment to think. “It would be hard―with the way laws and regulations tied to heroics are set up, people with big, flashy Quirks like All Might and Endeavor are favored―but a Quirk in and of itself doesn’t make someone a hero. Granted, the closest example I can think of is someone with a very subtle Quirk, but the same concept applies. They’d need to work a lot harder than their peers, but if they have the drive to help people, there’s no doubt in my mind that someone without a Quirk could become a hero.”

Izuku looks like he might burst with excitement. “Mom! Mom, Mom, MomMomMom, did you hear him? Ingenium says I can be a hero!”

Their wait in the long line to meet All Might passes quickly with chattering about hero names and costume ideas. Eventually, after they’ve taken their pictures with the Symbol of Peace, it’s time for them to go their separate ways.

“Bye, Tenya,” Izuku calls as he and his mother head for one end of the parking lot. “And thanks again for the autograph, Mr. Ingenium!”

Tenya waves, a big grin on his face. “Bye, Izuku! I hope we’ll get to team up someday!”

He can still hear Izuku’s chattering as Tensei leads the way back to their car on the other side of the lot, slowly fading away as the distance between them grows. As they begin the drive back home to Naruhata, Tenya thinks back on his brother’s words.

“Do you really think Izuku can be a hero without a Quirk?” Tenya asks.

“Just because it hasn’t been done before doesn’t mean it won’t ever happen,” Tensei says. “While it’s not legal, there are plenty of vigilantes out there without Quirks―maybe if they had been given a chance by the Hero Commission, they would’ve become great heroes.”

Tenya frowns. “So Izuku doesn’t have a very good chance.”

Tensei chooses his words carefully. “The odds aren’t in his favor, but I stand by what I said. If he has the heart of a hero―and I think he does―he’ll make it happen. He just needs someone to believe in him.”

Tenya considers his brother’s words carefully. He doesn’t know if he’ll ever meet Izuku again. They might not even make it into the same hero academy… but he hopes he makes it.

Even if he never sees Izuku again, Tenya will believe that he’ll make his dream come true.

[dienamights]

Unfavorable Guidance | H.Shinso

​✎ Mindjack has been doing these kind of jobs since he was recruited as a hero, he is unmistakingly the best at them, doesn’t need anyone butting their noses in his business, especially you, the sly fox in disguise, offering your tainted helping hand.

✎ Protagonists: Hitoshi Shinso x Fem!Reader.

✎ Word count: 6.4K

✎Category: noncon/dubcon, Smut MDNI, Prohero!au

✎Caution(!):  noncon/dubcon, Smut 18+ MDNI please, , mentions of alcohol, mentions of murder, minor character death, sex under quirk use, spitting, degrading, swearing, manipulation, unprotected sex. 

✎ Author’s notes: I KNOW I’M LATE EUFGKHDFVBDFXL, but here is my contribution to @daisy-bakugo​ 2k event Vice City! Please take the time to read everyone’s work if you haven’t! Thank you so much for letting me participate.

I listened to this throughout the entire process of writing it, if you’re familiar with Kingdom Hearts, some names will ring a bell to you lol. also I hate the header and the summary but you’re just gonna have to live w it for now cause its 8 am I NEED SLEEP

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The annual auction of Vice City is one of the biggest social events of the year. The wealthiest families and richest people in the world come from everywhere in attempts to win what is secretly considered the greatest treasures of all time. Greatest and most expensive.

Alas, the after party held later on is what people are all secretly actually waiting for, where the most exquisite and rarest artifacts of the year get auctioned off to whoever is lucky enough to even be included in the guest list.

While not all are there for the auctions, it certainly is the perfect opportunity for anyone who's anyone in the world to show off their wealth. Filthy rich people sway all around, laughing and bragging. Venetian crystal chandeliers, velvet carpets, gambling, and alcohol. Men with their cigars, men with their wives, and men with their arm candies, their escorts or mistresses.

Yet, Shinso isn’t here for the luxury, he isn't here for the fame and the fortune, nor the reputation people thrive for when they buy those - meaningless, he calls them - relics. No, he is here on a mission, one he certainly wants to be done and over with because he wants to go home. He loosens his tie with an aggravated sigh before knocking back the last of his only gin and tonic, the bitter taste prickling his throat as he surveys the crowd of people all around him while he stands idly by the bar.

He knew it’d be a pain in the ass the second he got the mission assigned to him from the agency, the words “intel” and “Vice City'' of all places forced a frown upon his face, yet, being the most suitable for this job, he couldn't really decline.

Mindjack isn’t the type of hero you see on billboards and magazines, isn’t the type of hero to kiss babies’ heads that get thrusted at him in meet and greets, he certainly isn’t one to have those adoring fan clubs that follow his every move, posting about his greatest conquests. Oh no, he is a hero that works in dingy jobs with filthy manipulative men in black markets and the human trafficking industry, undercover -lie through your teeth throughout the whole ordeal- kind of hero, the kind of hero that goes home at the end of his missions with no gratitude towards his work, because nobody knows who he is or what he contributes to the society.

For the longest time, Shinso accepted the life he’s living, he didn’t look for validation from the citizens, knowing his work is always beyond the scope of their knowledge and their awareness, but sometimes, just sometimes, the sour droplets of envy would foul his mouth when his amethysts for eyes scan over the extravagant heroes, making a show out of saving their cities and getting praised and awarded and loved for doing what they’re supposed to be doing, their job. 

“Squeeze that glass a bit more and you’d break it”

A voice just like silk, weaving around him and entrancing him, Shinso blinked twice before his eyes dragged over to you, oh so beautiful and oh so close. Your nimble fingers wrapped around his fingers, the lacey glove lightly scratches his hand before he lets go of the glass in surprise, dropping it into yours. You giggle sweetly, turning around to place it on the bar before ordering your own, but not without looking at him over your shoulder and sending him a smile.

“What will it be, sugar tits?” the bartender leans over the counter, towel thrown on his shoulder as he sends you what's supposed to be a sultry look. Your elbow is placed on the counter while you rest your chin on your hand, smiling temptingly at him. “Anything that’ll get you to stop staring at my boobs.” Shinso almost laughs at the contrast between your smile and your voice, sharp and venomous, and the man leans back so far from you like he’s been stung. Walking away to work on a drink for you.

Shinso’s eyes rake your body without his knowledge, he admires the dress adorning your body, hugging you in all the right places, cascading down to the floor, and that slit my god, your legs looking endless in those heels he wonders how you can strut so elegantly with them on. A snap of your fingers breaks his trance and he tries - keyword tries - to act nonchalant to his obvious ogling and you only laugh in return.

You hum lowly, “So,” you’re turning to face him as you lean back on the counter, pushing your chest out to grasp even more of his attention, “what's an esteemed hero like you doing in a place like this?” It takes Shinso a good minute before he narrows his eyes, left foot back and ready to either take you down or run away if you were to involve greater forces. No one is supposed to know about his true identity, no one is supposed to know that there is a hero within them.

But what shakes his demeanor is the way you dangle his wallet in front of him, like dangling a stupid feather for some silly cat, waiting for it to jump at you to entertain you. Shinso swallows with a struggle, deciding that using his quirk to retrieve his wallet back will lead to him leaving, and he didn’t want that. He’s been keeping an eye on the wanted man for hours now, and it’ll all go to waste because of your slimy little hands and your-

“Here,” you toss it back to him, and he stumbles a bit before catching it properly, eyeing you for any sudden movements, but you simply turn back around in time to hold the drink from the bartender’s hand with a smile dazzling your lips. “You’re getting intel on The Wise?” you mumble against your cup, sipping slowly, eyes never leaving Shinso’s glaring ones. How the fuck do you know?

“You’re not the first.” you smirk, finger wiping the smeared lipstick against the glass before circling the rim. “You all look the same, thinking you’re better than them because of your position in the society, only for that ego to come and bite you right in the ass.” It’s almost ironic how poisonous your voice could get while still maintaining that mesmerizing smile, and oddly enough, Shinso’s eyes keep drooping despite his desperate attempt to fight against them.

You hum again, the click of your heels sounding muffled to him, eyes blurring when you get so close to him your breath tickles his cheek. “But you’re different, hmm? You’re gonna make the bad guy go away?” 

“Yes.” it's rushed, almost desperate, and the hero is astonished at how he sounds. “Then, lemme help you… Hitoshi.”

A blink, and you’re gone just like you vanished right from under his nose, slipped right between his fingers. A low curse escapes Shinso’s lips and he turns around swiftly to question the bartender, hell bent on getting any information on the girl that just revealed his entire identity and mission to him in a matter of seconds. 

“How can I help you, sir?” the question boggles his mind, the big burly man with an attitude problem wasn’t there anymore, replaced by another sweet woman that held concern in her eyes at his sight. “You’ve been staring at the wall for a while there, need me to call your driver to get you back?” 

“Wa- but I- She,” Shinso’s body started heating up in anger, worry, embarrassment, he doesn’t really know, but what he wants to know right this instant is how long he’s been out of it and for god’s sake, why?

Shinso doesn’t really consider himself to be the sharpest tool in the shed, but dammit did he feel like a complete idiot letting you run off like that, a quick trip to the restroom for a splash of water clears his head enough for him to pull back his wallet from his pocket, flipping through it and finding something he was absolutely sure wasn’t there prior to your visit. A silver card, with ‘Surveillance room’ scribbled on a note behind it.

Caving in and accepting whatever help you were offering him, Shinso slides the card through the reader, sighing in relief upon the satisfying ding sound, followed by the door opening to the surveillance room.

“Now that’s what’m talking about.” life got so much easier now that he could watch The Wise through multiple screens, making it hard to miss a single move of his. The hero allows himself to relax a bit, hand messing with his hair and tired eyes blinking in irritation against the glare of the screens. The Wise was the mastermind of Organization XIII, as their name intel, they’re consisting of the same thirteen members that founded it years ago, nobody really knows how they started, what shocked the whole world is how grand their first crime actually was, bloodbath of the century -they would call it, seventeen slaughtered heroes, followed by their families, including women and children, thousands of millions of ¥ in money laundering atop of it, all within a span of 4 months, that was years ago, back in their prime.

Now, with eight of them behind bars, the remaining five were able to stay under the radar, distributing whatever money they were able to keep between them and fleeing to different parts of the world. Just because they were apart, didn’t mean they were any less dangerous, The Wise is a prime example for that, brutally murdering three of the undercover heroes sent his way to bring him back to justice, but they weren’t Shinso, he’d try to remind himself.

May their soul rest in peace, they were those heroes he felt dissociated from, the type of heroes to flaunt their powers, monetize the peoples’ knowledge of their quirks, uncover the secrets of their job, they were easy targets for people like The Wise, he’d know their weaknesses and how to take them down before they even think about pursuing him. Now, Mindjack was a different story, he wasn’t held on a pedestal by the people he saves, simply because they don’t recognize him, while he would loath that reality sometimes, he thanks the god for it today, as he’s watching the man’s call out for a drink.

Amethyst eyes scan the remaining screens, widening upon the sight of you looking right back at them, you are a vixen to him, eyes half lidded with a smile so intoxicating it does nothing but entrance whoever was lucky enough to catch its sight. Lace clad fingers wrapping around a piece of paper, you are so beautiful, Shinso tries to stop his mind from wandering, imagining what you wore underneath that angel crafted dress, envisioning what those fingers could do to please him, the same fingers that held the unfolded paper, the word ‘RUN’ smeared across it in lipstick.

Wait a minute, run?

Even before the poor hero could react, the similar satisfying -now dreadful- ding rings in his ear, before the door opens behind him, illuminating the room even more. Shinso stands to face two men, both as surprised as he is to see another occupant in the room. Right before any of them move, the hero opens his mouth and prays to god that whatever way he’s winging it works. “You got a permit to be here?”

Jesus one of you answer, and they both do - the left having fingers curving into talons while the right pulled at strings from the tips of his fingers, both ready to attack - and by god Shinso couldn’t be happier upon hearing a sound, because the minute the word ‘yes’ slips through their lips, Mindjack is smiling like a madman, welcoming the look of glossy eyes and heavy heads like a beloved relative’s return back home. 

“Great… Now,” the two manipulated  men face him, unaware of the dreaded fate bestowed upon them, while Shinso just can’t seem to keep the glint in his eyes at bay. “Why don’t you put on a show for me,” he breathes, smiling down at the ground before looking at them. ”Choke the fucking life out of each other.” The men don’t even blink, quick to face each other and jump, hands wrapped around throats like a vice, Shinso only moves away from the men on the floor as they thrash and kick at each other, limbs flailing as they try to force the life out of each other.

Turning his back against them, Shinso eyes the screen he was monitoring before their entrance, ignoring the groans and gasps of air behind him. He curses under his breath when he sees The Wise getting up from his place, heading towards a room that is supposed to be monitored by screen #6, but is purposely out of service. If he isn’t able to question The Wise or even keep an eye on him, then he’s gonna head on over to the next best thing. Gargled screams echo through the corridor as the hero makes his exit, making sure the door clicks shut behind him, he wouldn’t want to cause disturbance to the esteemed guests of the society of lowlifes.

Mindjack works in dingy jobs with filthy manipulative men in black markets and the human trafficking industry, killing machines that didn’t spare the live of the innocents, so why should he spare theirs? 

Shinso makes it back to the main event, immediately finding you between guests, sitting so pretty on the poker table, eyes drawing him closer, the grin adorning your lips now wobbly, easy for him to distinguish as fake, forced, a façade kept for the people surrounding the table. He is hasteful in settling himself in the chair near you, shoulders tense when different pairs of eyes fall upon him, the dealer shuffles the deck to draw cards for Shinso, but you hold your hand out with a smile. “He’ll sit this one out, by my lucky onlooker.” A round of laughter causes Shinso to flush in embarrassment, feeling degraded and looked down upon by all these lowlifes, petty thieves and criminals, thinking they’re better than him, oh he’ll show them.(1)

It takes a few rounds for the table to empty out, now occupied by Shinso and yourself, the dealer asks him to move over to the next chair before they start their game. “Place your bets.” you’re quick to slide over a few of your chips to his side - some black, others red and blue, he didn’t really pay that much attention to them- your eyes daring him to reject your invitation to take the money to play.

He only blinks at you, his eyes seemingly never wanting to lose sight of you as he fights with himself to sit straight to face the dealer again, the man proceeds to deal both of you the cards for you to review before placing your bets. “You tricked me.” Shinso is almost appalled at the hurt laced in his voice, as if the two of you had a bond that was never meant to be broken. “don’t believe so, told you to run didn’ I?” The mockery in your voice is a hoax, the single twitch in your brow catches his attention and he can only deem it as you being stressed, whether it be because of the ordeal regarding the surveillance room or not is beyond him. No, he was stupid and foolish and he will not fall for your silly games again. “Exactly, you knew they were coming.” you hum in response to his accusation.

“Call.” Dropping a few of your chips on the table, your eyes shift momentarily to him, “I did, I said I’d help you and here I am.” He slams his bet on the table, ‘Raise’ gritted right through his teeth at your words. “I don’t want your help!” He reveals his cards on the table, a way to show his disinterest in your assistance as the dealer announces ‘Flush’ at his hand. Your eyes meet again from above your cards, now narrowing down instead of the half lidded look you seem to always have “You don’t want it, but you need it.” The façade you held before is slowly but surely breaking, now a deep frown tugging at your lip as you reveal your own hand, brows furrowing even further in challenge as you hum in displeasure when the dealer announces your ‘Full House’ hand to be the winner of this round.(2)

Shinso moves swiftly to stand when he sees you do the same, right before his entire world starts to spin, lights and colors mingling together and causing his head to spin, he sits down again, head between his hands as he tries to calm himself down, it's probably the strain of the mission, maybe it’s the weight bestowed upon his shoulders to finish it up. The hero lifts his head up to ask you, about something he himself isn’t even sure of, he just wants to hear your voice, like a drug to him that he can’t help but ask for more. Except when he does, you aren’t there, the table is occupied by different people, the dealer is another man with longer hair and slimmer figure, and by god did Shinso want to rip his hair out.

The minute he feels like he could get back on his own to feet without falling down on his ass, Hitoshi is quick to check his pockets, adamant to find a clue your sneaky hands slid into one of his pockets while he was out, despite the tantrum he almost threw at not wanting your help nor guidance, and he does find something, a simple metal key, attached to it was a tag with the number XIII on it. 

In his shock, he almost drops the key on the ground but barely holds himself together to avoid any further embarrassment, Shinso takes deep breaths, knowing that the key in his possession is his entry to the heart of the organization, and especially to The Wise. 

Every year, specifically at the Vice City annual auction afterparty, The Wise holds a meeting with the most dangerous men within the continent, the most loathsome masterminds of the criminal world, all in the hopes of recruiting one of them into the organization, to uphold its name and spread its message. Every year, with no recruitment yet. 

With trembling hands, Shinso stuffs the key back into his pocket, eyes on the lookout for anyone who might’ve caught the key in his hand, but sighs in relief when he sees some engrossed in their meaningless poker and absurd talks, while the majority have made their way to the next hall over for the auction that is being held. He takes the stairs three at a time up the floors, facing a red oak double door, the same forsaken number engraved into it. After multiple failed attempts at inserting the key in the lock, he finally does with a huff, hearing the lock echoing in his ears before pushing the door open.

To be honest, Shinso didn’t know what he was expecting to see on the other side of the door, he thought maybe he’d watch weaponry trade off, perhaps people brawling and fighting amongst each other for the title of being the new members. But he certainly didn’t expect to be engulfed in jazz music, men with their cigars laughing and chatting, without a single care in the world, as if their hands weren’t tainted with the blood of the innocents, oh how he loathed them. In an attempt to fit in, he grabs a glass of whiskey from the butler standing by the door, nodding to him in thanks before moseying his way over to the corner in the room, he’d be damned if he got caught in the crossfire of those lunatics.

A stage is set up in the front of the room, and it takes a second for him to acknowledge the pole placed right at its center, it takes him another few seconds to see the beauty dancing on that pole, Shinso’s eyes rake her body without his knowledge, he admires the lingerie adorning her body, hugging her in all the right places, garter snug against her thighs as she twirls, her legs looking endless in those heels he wonders how she can dance so elegantly with them on… wait a minute. 

As if predicting the minute he realized it was you, you twirl to face him, lips pulled into a smile yet again, a giggle interrupting your humming as your body twists and turns on the pole. Shinso isn’t really sure how long he sits there captivated by your body, the only thing breaking his trance is the clap on his back and the heavy weight that sits next to him. “Beauty, isn’t she?”

Bile rises to Shinso’s throat at the mere sound of the person next to him, fear stills him in his place, restricting any movement he’s even thinking of doing, all he could do is sit, widened eyes and sweaty brows at the sight of The Wise right beside him. 

“Don’cha love it when women like her,” The Wise points at you with his cigar, “work to please men like us?” His arm now completely wrapped around Shinso’s shoulder as the hero feels his soul levitating from his body. “Look aroun’ya,” and he does, and only then does he really pay attention, he should’ve seen it all along, the glossy eyes, the droopy heads, it's a sight he was so well accustomed to that his brain normalized it to him. With whatever courage he musters up, he shifts his eyes to look at the man beside him, noticing the ear plugs he wore, and right then the gears start to turn in his head. “My most prized possession I tell’ya.” 

Of course you would be, how else would you have access to all these things, the card, the key, the vanishing from thin air, it all makes sense now.

“Enjoying yourselves, gentlemen?” your words are flowing like honey to his ears, a low buzz ringing in his brain as you spoke to the men in front of you. His ability to frown is nonexistent, a relaxed look adorning his face as he looks up at you, so elegant and beautiful in whatever hugged that miracle of a body.

“Sure are,” The Wise jerks Shinso by the shoulder, and he realizes that was done to break whatever trance he was in, he could only glare back at you when you smile at them, that conniving smile that hosted all the lies you spouted to him.

“y/n,” He calls you and by God if this isn’t the most beautiful name Shinso ever hears, what a shame it's being tainted by the voice of this criminal. “Wadda ya say to takin’ this fine boy to the red room, hm?” The man urges him to stand and take your hand, which he did at the blink of an eye, his body moving on it’s own to graze his lips against your knuckles in a breathless kiss. “Treat’m real nice for me.” The hero’s feet take him to follow you, his steps light, like walking on clouds, the sway of your hips pulling him closer to you until his chest is flush against your back, pushing you to move faster into the room you are pointed towards.

Walking aimlessly through hallways, taking lefts and rights he would never be able to recollect in his current state, you both enter a room, red just like The Wise called it, crimson silk sheets fitted on a king sized bed, maroon loveseats and plush carpets, everything in that red hue that it's almost nauseating. 

Bringing your hands in a loud clap, the fogginess in Shinso’s vision dissolves, your creased brows and frown now more prominent to him than ever, his eyes catch the scar trailing from the back of your neck to your cleavage, confused as to why his usual perceptive self would miss it, but then again, he doesn’t feel like he was ever himself throughout this whole ordeal.

To say he was furious is an understatement, he never felt more played in his life, he is Mindjack, the most conniving hero of all of Japan, he was manipulative and sly , known by his people to get jobs done, no matter who his opponent is, he always comes back victorious. And when his ears pick up your sigh of relief, he could only see red, he is hurt, he is scared, but now its his act, his turn to fuck shit up, he wants to hurt, he wants to scare.

“Fuckin’ lying bitch,” It takes him all but two steps for his body to graze yours, tantalizing eyes boring down into yours as you gasp at the close proximity, “you were workin’ with’em this entire fuckin’ time?”

“N-no that’s not it,” you stutter, flustered at his overwhelming presence, trying to put some distance between you and the fuming man by pushing his chest, “Please, I need you to listen to me.” 

“Oh, now you’re beggin’ hmm?” his firm warm hands circle your wrists, tugging them away from his body and using them to pull you even closer to him, his breath now grazing the tops of your cheeks, “Didn’t your boss tell you to treat me right?” he breathes, “well, get to it, slut.”

“That’s not what this is Hitoshi, just listen-” for the love of all that’s pure in this world, why does the sound of his name exceed his perception of how happiness is supposed to reverberate in his ear? “Keep my name outta your mouth, or I swear,” He hisses at you, the grip on your wrists tightening as you whimper out in pain. 

“You think you can just toy with me? Have me running around and following your orders like a lil bitch!?” He sees you trembling, lips wobbly and in tears, how ironic, he doesn’t know a few words would get you to start tearing up, the change in demeanor from when he first met you confuses him for a second, but only a second, because he’ll be damned if he falls for any of your tricks anymore. “N-no, I swear it isn’t like that, just p-please, please c-calm down! Let me explain myself-” the ugly cackle he lets out shuts you up, teary eyes widening as they fall on his, the aura he’s radiating is terrifying to say the least, your knees shaking in dread at what’s about to fold.

“You think you can play my game and win?”

It takes you a minute to answer, the word no echoing in your head, throbbing in your brain so painfully you forget the words that follow it, but what you can’t forget, what you will never forget, no matter how delirious you feel, is the look of pure sin across Shinso’s face, grin rivaling that of the Cheshire cat, because you were now simply a measly little pawn in his game. 

Mindjack works in dingy jobs with filthy manipulative men in black markets and the human trafficking industry, criminals that broke every law in their way to get what they desire, so why couldn’t he indulge even a little himself? 

He lets go of your wrists, watching as your arms sway next to your body like dead weight before he turns around to flop down on the loveseat, legs spread wide as he waves his hand over to you.

“Waddaya waitin’ for,” he knows you can’t answer him, but it feels so fucking good to hold such power over you after all you’ve put him through. “Now, strip.” the surge of power he feels jolts his dick up in excitement as he watches you take off your lingerie, moves robotic and forced, eyes glazed over both with tears and his control over your dumb little brain. Hitoshi is no villain, he is a respectable hero, but he’s been called that all his childhood, he might as well live up to that expectation, one way or another.

Shinso stands when you’re fully naked in front of him, long legs circling you and taking you all in, the back of his hand grazes your nipple and he all but groans as it pebbles at his touch. But god, he was nowhere near being done with you.

“Spread your legs for me on that bed,” he grins at the way you follow his orders even before he asks, “will ya?” you settle yourself on the bed before slowly dropping your weight on your back, hazy eyes staring up into the ceiling as your arms bring themselves down to circle the back of your knees, pulling them up close to your chest to expose yourself to him. 

Shinso’s cock twitches in his pants again at the opportunity to just seath it into you without any warning, but he barely holds himself back, approaching your body and feeling himself salivating at the sight, what a sight it is, your pussy looking so fucking beautiful clenching over nothing, the sight tempting him to just dive his face right in to get a taste of your juices.

Taking off his suit jacket and rolling the sleeves of his shirt, Shinso presses his thumb to your clit, frowning when he notices how dry you are, of course you would be, he chuckles to no one, puckering his lip to spit right at the nub, watching it trail down to your clenching hole, the sight igniting a flame within him, he does it again, simply to watch your spit hide in your cunt, impatient to follow suit and bury himself in there. 

His thumb is quick to draw circles with your clit, needing for your orgasm to wash over you quickly, eager for the things he’d do to you after he preps you enough to take him. The usual comforting silence is thick between you, no moans escaping your ajar mouth as your arousal seeps out of your pussy, he prods your hole with his finger to collect your nectar, smearing it across your clit again to rub even faster against it.

The only indication of you coming undone is when your thighs start to shake, your body curling in on itself as your back arches, your cunt gushing on his fingers, and Shinso is almost disappointed to not hear you moan out his name in pleasure. But he isn’t that disheartened, he’s bound to hear you scream.

You on the other hand, are petrified at the way your body is being handled, feeling yourself looking down at the horror being folded in front of you, this isn’t you, this is a shell of who you are, wrapped around his finger, at his mercy, and you want out, no matter the cost. But, you are to regret these words, because you see him unbuckling his belt, you hear the zipper drilling in your ear, and you watch him lay atop you, feeling your lungs constrict at the weight settling upon it, and to your utmost terror, the only thing that breaks his bind on you is when you feel his warm head prodding at your entrance, right before seething completely in, your throat prickling when you wail hoarsely in pain at feeling like being split into two.

“No, nonononon, st-stop please, please!” You’re crying, legs thrashing and arms flailing trying to push this monster off of you, but you can’t, you think as your walls pulsate in pain at the intrusion, you’ll never be able to with him placing his entire weight on you like that, and the way he pulls out before impaling you again has you seeing stars in the worst way possible. Desperate for an escape, you grab a chuck of his hair, your nails digging into his scalp before you yank, your jaw throbbing at how tight you clench your teeth in pain and disgust and pure panic. The strength you muster to pull his head up is in vain, because it only jerks his face deeper into your neck, right where your scar trails, and he bites, so hard you’re certain it draws blood. 

Only then does he lift his head up, his upper lip smeared with a smidge of blood, your blood, before he spits right into your mouth. Sick to your stomach at the metallic taste invading your taste buds, you spit right up at him, mindless to the debris falling right back at your face, your mascara running down your cheeks as you sneer up at him. Even as he laughs teasingly at you.

“Don’t worry slut,” He rasps, his nose brushing against yours as his thrusts find a pace, pulling out to the tip before pushing himself fully inside, “It’ll feel good in a minute.” and it does, he feels more of your arousal coating his cock as he snaps his hips against yours, your wails and whimpers slowly yet surely are coated more with lust as you moan out his name. “See tha’, almost too easy…” almost too good to be true.

And it is, because when his eyes struggle to find yours, he is reminded by the feeling that overtook him this entire evening, and when he sees the corner of your lips pull lightly does he want to rip your head right out, but the minute he moves his hand, he is overwhelmed by how wobbly he feels, how your face distorts and misshapes before he is met with the sight of the ceiling, the sight you grew accustomed to when he was taking advantage of your unconsciousness. 

He groans when he feels you impaling yourself on his cock, pussy clenching so tight as you bop yourself up and down his shaft, your tits bouncing with you as he looks up at you, so mesmerized and entranced by your beauty all he does is hold your hips, helping you lift yourself up before dropping you on him, the squelching sound that follows it music to his ears.

You plant your hands against his chest, hips rolling as you pant at his lips, both of you so drunk on the feeling of each other and chasing your highs, “You gonna listen to me, when I ask you to?” His hand claps against your ass at your question, “Yes, yes oh God, anythin’ just don’t stop.” He can’t help but want more of you, want to feel his cock push against you even further, so he plants his feet firm against the bed, hand grabbing handfuls of your ass as he starts thrusting up at you, moaning against your neck when he shoots ropes of his cum inside of your sopping cunt, squeezing him so tight and milking him, and all of what Shinso remembers is the way you arch your back, pressing your chest against his as your whimper out his name, as he feels your juices dripping against his balls and down on the sheets beneath you. After that, all he could see was black.

Shinso awakes startled, eyes darting in alarm before he relaxes when he confirms he’s alone, the red silky sheets now draped over his lower body, pooling at his lap when he sits up to look around once more, desperate for any sign of you. Yet he only sees a brown folder on top of the love seat, impressively thick with the amount of papers stacked inside it, and when Shinso reaches for it, he catches the note that slipped off and draped down on the floor, reading it and scowling at it. ‘You promised you’d listen’

And boy is he more than lucky to listen to you when you asked him to. Because that folder has every tiny little detail he needs to know about The Wise, from the quirks of his circulating bodyguards to the keys to his multiple homes within the world. Pictures upon pictures of the man, decoded letters and basically intel on his entire criminal record.

Fucking finally, Shinso gets to just go home no that everything’s over and done with.

Limited Edition Sneak Peek:

It is way too early for Shinso, the sun glaring at him as he makes his way into the agency, the honking cars and chattering people feeding into his migraine so early in the morning, and he groans as he pushes his door open, ready to get back to his regular routine after the incident at Vice City.

It hasn’t been even a week, but it sure was eventful, using the folder you left him, Mindjack was able to capture The Wise the very next day, via the map of the routes he takes that was attached in the folder. They were able to ambush him, easily being able to bring the right heroes for the job to overcome the quirks of both his workers and himself. Now the mastermind of Organization XIII was behind bars, making the job of catching the remaining members now much easier.

It almost felt like child’s play, at least, that’s what the heroes made it out to be, flexing their powers and their potential, when they were well aware that all their efforts would’ve been in vain if you and your folder weren't there to aid them in every step.

To say that guilt ate him up is an understatement, he feels himself decaying from the inside out from resentment, he figures he spent too much time in the dark, that it started to mess with him, manipulate him, carve him into someone he isn’t, someone that isn’t fit to be a hero. He feels like was walking into a tunnel with no way out, engulfed and trapped in pure merciless darkness, that ate away at his soul every step he took further in.

Shinso trudges up the stairs with a heavy heart, the dread at what he did to you, especially that your intent to help him didn’t waver despite his actions loomed over him, and he couldn’t remember the last time he felt like he didn’t deserve the life that he’s living in right now. 

Yet, the saying ‘there's a light at the end of the tunnel’ rings in his ear, the minute he opens up the door to his office, eyes widening at the sight before him, smile so dazzlingly sweet, a voice just like silk, weaving around him and entrancing him as the words captivated him despite their simplicity.

“Missed me, Hitoshi?”

(1) its common in poker for women to be onlookers, like the wives of the players for example, the jab at him being an onlooker is basically just a sexist joke to make the people around the table laugh to ease their mind.

(2) to help gain more perspective about the poker scene you can read the elaboration here

Aaaand more about the reader’s quirk here!

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literally just another giant post of Bakugou faces.

so I did this last year, but I only got up to chapter 120 before I ran out of steam. happily, though, this left me with an additional 190 chapters’ worth of glorious gremlin faces to choose from for this year’s edition! which I figure I had better do, before tumblr finally pulls the plug on my poor sweet image limit.

so without further ado, happy birthday to Kacchan, and happy birthday to Kacchan’s asymmetrical HAH face where his eyes do the thing like ( ◣益◢).

why I like it: so this is from Kirishima’s flashback in chapter 133, where Kirishima was getting all down on himself because his quirk Only Does One Thing, and Kacchan was all “nah bro don’t worry about it because your One Thing is totally fucking rad, and you’re strong enough to withstand anything.” so that of course was incredibly sweet, and one of the few times we’ve seen him give an actual heartfelt pep talk without so much as a single insult thrown into the mix. but what really puts this scene over the top for me is the fact that you can see the ever-so-subtle hints of guilt and regret when he talks about All Might and Kamino. for just a moment, he gets this distant look in his eyes, and his expression turns soft and contemplative. basically this is a rare collector’s edition Kacchan face you will not find in many other places.

why I like it: because this frankly needs to happen in every damn fight until this kid finally gets it through his thick skull to ditch the mask so we can see every fantastic facial expression in full 4k glory. work with me here please Kacchan.

why I like it: because character growth!! this was our first big moment of post-DvK2 Kacchan development, and the payoff was well worth the wait. it only took him 166 chapters to realize that it’s hard to grow as a person if you’re determined to be a humongous dick to every single person you meet!! lmao, but it’s progress though.

why I like it: these two panels are criminally underrated. the way his face transforms when Deku gets the answer wrong dlkjfldk. this is easily one of the funniest subtle gags in the entire series.

why I like it: “hey Bakugou do you want to play in our band?” “fuck you, no.” “pretty please.” “fine, but I refuse to call it a band.” “well then what do you want to call it -- ” “MURDER.”

why I like it: GONNA MURDER EVERYONE BY PLAYING THE DRUMS!!!! SOMEHOW WE��VE SUCCESSFULLY COMPARTMENTALIZED THIS SCHOOL-SANCTIONED DISPLAY OF PERFORMING ARTS AS A DEATH MATCH. OH TO UNDERSTAND THE INNER WORKINGS OF THIS YOUNG MAN’S MIND.

why I like it: hah?! I love how he has to tilt his neck all the way back every single time he does this. he’s so cute I love him so much.

why I like it: somewhere around this point in the manga Kacchan decided to do away with being handsome and decided to just be a full-time gremlin in every single panel. this persisted for the next 90 chapters or so and he was very dedicated. I’m pretty sure he was going for vulgar and intimidating, but unfortunately for him he’s too inherently adorable and so the end result is just endearing and almost charming in its own way.

why I like it: this was from chapter 194 when Aizawa was announcing that they’d have a special guest for the Joint Training arc, and so Kacchan was all “BOY OH BOY A NEW ASS TO KICK.”

why I like it: more character development! and just look at that confidence! he’s fully recovered from his low point after Kamino and the provisional exam. he knows what he’s about now, and he is THRIVING. and once again you can see how his conviction inspires the people around him and makes them more determined. just, he is going to be such a good number one hero you guys.

why I like it: it’s the three little “!!!” lines hovering in the corner next to his head for me. “oh my god it’s All Might, All Might saw me being cool and Saving To Win and stuff, what’s he gonna say what do I do omg quick act natural.”

why I like it: QUICK HIDE YOUR FEELINGS!! WE CAN’T LET THE NEIGHBORS KNOW WE CARE. fjkdlsjklk

why I like it: this is his expression when he first sees Deku activate Blackwhip for the first time. it’s one of the few unguarded expressions of complete surprise that we’ve gotten from him and I love it thank you.

why I like it: classic asymmetrical HAH face. he truly has perfected this look. look at him, casually clinging to a pole for no reason other than to look dynamic. this boy truly cannot sit or stand or walk or do anything normally. he spent three months working his ass off to catch up to Deku and the others, and now that he finally has he’s filled with so much pent-up energy that he simply cannot hold it back anymore and he’s gotta climb a pole. he’s just gotta.

why I like it: because he is so fucking good at saving people now you guys, he’s like a whole-ass professional and shit, and yet it hasn’t changed who he is one single iota. he will save your life and he will SCREAM AT YOU WHILE DOING IT and you’ll sit there and be grateful goddammit.

why I like it: o noo he was caught unawares. All Might was all “I’m gonna have a dad moment and nobody can stop me” and he walked right up to him and put his hand on his head because he’s All Might and so what is he even gonna do about it. nothing, that’s what. you got played, Kacchan. outmaneuvered and outfoxed. all he can do is stand there and make that grumpy face he makes when he’s receiving unwanted affection (҂⌣̀_⌣́).

why I like it: more unwanted affection. now they’re even feeding him ffs. how could he let this happen. mm chicken.

why I like it: GREATEST ASYMETRICAL HAH?! FACE OF ALL TIME. out of all the people to befriend him against his will, Todoroki is by far the most confusing to him and it’s just so great.

why I like it: this is when Hawks is staring at him in chapter 244 because he fake-killed his mentor and stuff and he feels sorta guilty about it. but meanwhile Kacchan just thinks he’s trying to start some shit, and so he’s all “I WAS FASTER THAN YOU BACK THERE YOU KNOW” and Hawks is all “hahaha okay little buddy you just keep telling yourself that”, because as previously discussed Kacchan is too adorable to ever be intimidating.

why I like it: this is from 246 when he’s in the middle of arguing with Burnin’ and all of a sudden Endeavor calls to him and he’s just like o shit what’d I do.

why I like it: because Endeavor’s mentoring them and shit and he’s just casually sitting there eating his lunch like yeah. with his lil hamster cheeks lulz.

why I like it: the look that instantly became iconic. this panel cured me of the misconception that Bakugou “goes to bed at 8:30pm” Katsuki was a morning person. the truth is he loathes all times of the day equally.

why I like it: this one is a team effort because Deku’s faces are equally as good. I’m genuinely shocked that this family dinner with the Todorokis didn’t prematurely unlock Danger Sense. you can tell that he and Deku have a silent agreement to call a temporary truce on their rivalry for as long as they sit at this table as outsiders in this strange land. this is by far the most hazardous meal Bakugou has ever experienced, and yet the mapo tofu is too good to go to waste, so he’s just shoveling it down his throat trying to finish as much as possible before shit inevitably hits the fan.

why I like it: Kacchan is New Here so he doesn’t yet realize that if the Todorokis are spilling family secrets, there is always inevitably going to be someone listening in the shadows just outside the door.

why I like it: the battle with Ending was probably peak gremlin!Kacchan. like, we’ve had gremlin before and afterwards, but never quite to this same degree. Horikoshi really decided to push the limits of contorting this child’s face in the strangest ways.

why I like it: peak. gremlin.

why I like it: nothing to see here, just Kacchan quietly realizing after 252 chapters that he MIGHT have been just a BIT of a cartoonishly villainous asshole to Deku back at the beginning there ha ha ha oh god oh fuck.

why I like it: because he found the answer to What It Is That He Lacks, and he’s all cool and calm and infuriatingly secretive about it. it’s such a sudden and stark contrast to the gremlin faces he was making only moments earlier, and it makes this moment hit home that much more.

why I like it: because this is him being friends with Deku!! like for real though!! because he’s fucking around and insulting him and making weird faces and stuff, but it’s because in his mind That’s What Friends Do. they clown on each other and help each other train and shit. half an hour after this they’ll go down to the training gym and play Catch-A-Kacchan, and then he’ll quietly confess to All Might that he wants to atone. he may be a gremlin, but he’s a gremlin with layers goddammit.

why I like it: because this is right after TomurAFO shows up out of nowhere and scares the shit out of him and Deku and makes them see a terrifying death vision and stuff, and you can see how shaken up he is by it. he definitely understands how close they came to dying just then and he’s sobered the fuck up. this is the moment when it really sinks in that shit has gotten real. eight minutes from now he’ll move without thinking and save Deku’s life.

why I like it: hydro homies. nothing restores those electrolytes like good old Raquaius Sports Drink.

why I like it: because this panel was when it started to become clear that the real reason he grabbed this sports drink was to pretend like he was busy so he could act like he wasn’t interested in Deku’s training because god forbid the neighbors know that he actually cares.

why I like it: because the sideways glance!! and the fact that he doesn’t deny it!! in fact he does the opposite of denying it, and he basically starts pouring his heart out about how goddamn worried he actually is. he’s guilty and anxious and restless and this entire conversation is amazing.

why I like it: he looks so goddamn young here. when he finally stops scrunching up his face and putting on his usual tough guy act and for once allows his actual emotions to show on his face instead, the result is so damn striking. for once we got an entire conversation with no gremlin faces, because Horikoshi had to drop them completely in order to show just how serious he is here. which was incredibly effective btw.

why I like it: because he’s basically just fidgeting with the bottle now to avoid making eye contact with All Might because he just revealed a deep dark secret to him and he’s precariously vulnerable right now. that’s the body language of a kid who knows how badly he fucked up, and just wants to hear from someone else if it’s going to be okay, if he can still make it okay. he looks so small here.

why I like it: the worry lines under his eyes. the look of uncertainty and wanting to believe that what All Might says is true (“you’ll get a chance to talk eventually”). the hesitance to turn back and look at him, and the way he doesn’t dare until he finally gets that small bit of reassurance. All Might isn’t judging him. All Might understands him and understands where he’s coming from, and he’s giving him his blessing. he’s giving him a thumbs up and reassuring him that he sees the change in him and sees that he’s sincerely trying, and basically saying that he has faith that he and Deku will be able to work it out. and you can see that it means a lot.

why I like it: because this kid spent his entire internship with Jeanist doing nothing but bitching nonstop, and then later on when Jeanist went missing he was all tight-lipped about it because once again NOBODY CAN KNOW THAT WE CARE GODDAMMIT, and it was all very Classic Bakugou. but then Jeanist finally shows up again at Jakku, and we get this little moment of happy, smirky FUCK YEAH, I KNEW YOU WEREN’T DEAD YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE, and it’s just the best.

why I like it: HE’S SO UNABASHEDLY PROUD GOD BLESS HIM.

why I like it: because he nearly died and then he woke up here in the hospital two days later not knowing where anybody else is or whether they’re even still alive, and this, my friends. this is finally the moment. the moment where he was all FUCK IT, MAYBE WE CAN LET THE NEIGHBORS KNOW WE CARE AFTER ALL. character fucking development. you love to see it.

BONUS:

WHAT HAVE I BECOME, MY SWEETEST FRIEND. EVERYONE I KNOW GOES AWAY IN THE END.

happy birthday Katsuki. feel better sweetie. HORIKOSHI YOU BETTER TREAT HIM RIGHT I AM COUNTING ON YOU.

[wintermelonbear]

Artistry

Pairing: Damian Al-Ghul Wayne/Marinette Dupain-Cheng

Trope/s: Childhood Friends, No Powers AU

Summary: A story in which two seemingly dissimilar eight-year-olds build bonds through their love for martial arts. Written for the MGI Trope Tussle 2021.

Words: 4808

Damian and Marinette first met when they were 8 at his mother’s Wushu studio. At first glance they were an unlikely duo, before meeting in martial arts class their social circles ran entirely parallel with one another with Damian attending a private school that was a feeder for Gotham academy and Marinette attending a public elementary local to her, but they truly brought out the best in each other.

Damian had grown up inside his mother’s studio, working day in and day out from the tender age of 3 to improve his weaponry and martial arts skill. His mother and father, divorced but trying their best to co-parent for his sake, each preached to him about the importance of self-discipline and concentration. When his mother and her father, Ras himself a master martial artist, had competed in Wushu they were national champions. As a third-generation practitioner of Wushu, Damian had a lot riding on his shoulders.

Marinette’s mother had practiced Wushu as a child in China. When she first arrived in France she found herself disappointed that there were no local Chinese martial arts centers, let alone Wushu training centers. Sabine always thought it would be a passion she could pass down to her future child, but there was only so much she could teach on her own. However, as fate would have it, after a falling out with Tom’s father Roland the Dupain-Chengs found themselves in a city not too far from Gotham, New Jersey. Sabine was pleasantly surprised to find that the martial arts scene was much more alive there than it had been in Paris. However, between the bakery and her young daughter Sabine had little time to spend practicing martial arts. It wasn’t until Marinette’s kindergarten teacher suggested that Marinette be enrolled in a sport to better her hand-eye coordination that Sabine finally put her daughter into formal martial arts courses.

At first, everything was fine until it became apparent that Marinette was progressing much faster than her peers, despite her typical clumsiness she was surprisingly adept at martial arts. Sabine wasn’t entirely surprised as while Wushu was difficult to teach within the confined space they had at home, she still took the time to practice Tai Chi with her daughter on the weekends, providing Marinette with martial arts fundamentals and self-discipline. With Marinette’s slight inclination for martial arts paired with her hard work she was outperforming her classmates and even some of the older kids at the studio she went to. Eventually, Marinette found herself ostracized by her peers, but her teachers at the studio refused to advance her because they had an in-house rule where children could not be advanced more than two years past their age group. Tom and Sabine knew that pulling Marinette out of the sport entirely was off the table, the pure joy that spread across her face every time she mastered a new trick was proof enough that she was in love with the sport. So they set off to find a new studio to train at, where Marinette’s needs as a budding martial artist would be met. After looking around for a while, they decided to give Talia’s Wushu academy a try despite it being a little over a 30-minute drive from their house.

In regards to the first year of their friendship, Marinette would describe it as very professional, and almost nothing more. It took a while for Damian to become more cordial with her. When asked, Marinette would say “Damian didn’t like me, but he tolerated me enough as a partner because there was only so much practice he could have done alone.”

At first, Damian did not like Marinette at all, in fact, maybe he even hated her. When he first met her, Damian thought she was like every other “talented” kid that came into his mother’s studio, only to realize talent alone would get you nowhere in the sport of Wushu. On her first day, she immediately took up the spot next to him at the front and center of the class and offered him a warm smile, “Hello my name is Marinette, I’m new here.” Damian returned her greeting with a harsh tut of his tongue and the turn of his head, he was there to train, not to make friends. Marinette’s expression was aghast, but she quickly recovered and mumbled a soft “okay not talkative then…this is going great….” Damian suppressed an eye roll, simply because he knew his mother would not tolerate that in her classroom.

Against every one of Damian’s expectations, Marinette proved herself to be a hard-working individual. Eventually, after seeing her work on her technique and tricks after class during open gym hours, seeing that she wasn’t relying purely on natural ability and truly was putting in the effort to become a better martial artist, he began to tolerate her. The first time he returned her daily “Hello” with the nod of his head Marinette’s facial expression went from neutral to shocked to absolutely beaming. Damian simply raised his eyebrow and continued with his pre-class warmup.

Over time Marinette had grown a deep respect for Damian; she wished he was a bit friendlier, but despite their rough start Marinette realized early on that, while gruff and unfriendly, Damian was kind in his own way. He always pointed out when someone’s technique was wrong so that they wouldn’t hurt themselves, he always helped bandage someone up when they were hurt, and he always stayed after class to help his mom clean up. Most people would think he did it out of obligation or his mother’s demands, but Marinette loves people watching, and even after just a few months Marinette has observed that Talia would rather Damian use the time to better himself and will insist that she, or one of their workers, handle the menial tasks.

It was not until Damian saw Marinette work through her struggles that he gained respect for her. While Wushu is a largely performative sport where everyone’s moves are choreographed, Talia wanted to ensure everyone was also learning basic self-defense resulting in regularly held sparring sessions at the end of class. Marinette was a great performer, she was highly expressive and could easily recall choreography, but she had minimal exposure to actual sparring and her reflexes were not as sharp and trained like the others. She managed to win against her opponents in the first few classes by utilizing her creativity, but eventually, her lack of experience caught up with her and in her third month at the studio, she began her losing streak. Looking at her lose to her opponents time and time again he couldn’t help but wonder to himself, “will you still be here tomorrow?” Growing up in the studio, Damian knew that most of the people who were considered to be “gifted” had a tendency to drop out the moment things no longer came naturally to them, they grew frustrated with themselves and then with the sport. At this point, he figured he was just waiting for the other shoe to drop. Instead, the stage was set for her to become the most prevalent figure in his life.

Despite being in the same classes for over 3 months Damian and Marinette had never sparred. It was actually quite odd that they hadn’t yet sparred, the pairings for the most part were random. Talia reasoned that with the right circumstances even someone who seems weak could win; it was important to never underestimate an opponent and lower your guard. After bowing to one another their eyes met. If you asked them as adults they would unabashedly say that they love the other’s eyes, it was like staring at the calm before a storm. Their eyes were clear, fierce, and piercing. Despite being clearly disadvantaged Marinette showed no fear. She met his first few strikes blow for blow and even managed to evade a few of his strikes with a few unique tumbling passes – something Damian noted that she excelled in. He could tell she has been studying him, observing his strike patterns from his previous matches. Rather than reacting to his strikes, she was anticipating them – a smart move considering her reflexes were lacking. Unfortunately for Marinette, this meant that one unanticipated fake was all it took to defeat her.

That night during open gym hours Marinette approached Damian on her own for the first time. “There is only so much I can practice on my own, please train with me.”

“Why would I do that?” Damian held his face firm, his mouth in a thin line and his eyebrow slightly quirked.

Marinette’s eyes steeled over with conviction. “Did you know that every time you get up from xie bu you duck your chin down in your struggle to regain balance? It’s obvious you’re trying to shift your center of gravity. Instead, try leaning on your front leg from the beginning. The first few times you try this method, you should put a ball between your chin and neck to keep your head held up until you get used to it.”

“How did you–?”

“Notice? I love observing others, I can help you. There’s only so much we can practice on our own. I need help with my reflexes and you need someone who can review your performances. We can’t do this alone. You don’t have to like me, you just have to work with me. What do you say? Deal?”

“Tch. Deal.”

At first, their conversations mainly consisted of Marinette’s one-sided chatter during their warm-up, breaks, and cool-down stretches. It took a while for Marinette to get Damian to open up, but once she found the right topics she found that he was strongly opinionated about almost everything and shared quite a few hobbies with her. While Wushu was the common interest that brought them together, they were much more alike than they thought. They both enjoyed art, video games, and superhero shows to name a few common interests. Damian would say he would want to be a hero without any powers, someone who relies on their own skill to punish evil-doers. Marinette on the other hand would love to be a magical girl who could save others without causing too much damage. After hotly debating the topic of normal heroes and powered heroes, Damian and Marinette came to an agreement that both sides had their own set of struggles and perks.

Damian and Marinette found themselves spending more time with each other both inside and outside of the studio. After arguing over which type of paint was superior, Marinette was team watercolor because of its varied use, relative cheapness to oil paints, and blendability where Damian was a more traditional artist who believed that the blending capabilities of oil paint were just as good, if not better, and their longevity was worth the cost, the two decided to settle it with a paint off. Art sessions quickly became a biweekly tradition between the two, whenever the Gotham botanical garden would have a new exhibit Marinette would insist they go to sketch the flora. Damian quickly found that Marinette was almost as passionate about plants as he was about animals, with the way she flitted about the garden he couldn’t help but wonder if she had been something like a ladybug in her past life. There were also plenty of weekends spent sketching Damian’s pets, though Marinette would note that no drawings could capture what good boys Titus, Alfred the Cat, Jerry the Turkey, and Bat Cow were.

Together they found new ways to integrate Wushu into their hobbies, Marinette had plenty of friends at school who loved art and plenty of friends who did Wushu at the same center, but Damian was the only one she shared nearly all her passions with.

With their art, they began making flyers and posters for the studio, and banners to cheer on their classmates at competitions – Damian would argue he only did this because it would increase morale, which in turn would produce better results for the studio. Marinette struggled with the posters at first as a lot of proposed designs incorporated traditional Chinese characters, she couldn’t even write in Pinyin! Tom and Sabine had prioritized teaching Marinette about her French roots, in the event that one day they decided to move back to France, and neglected teaching her much about Chinese heritage. Marinette still learned basic conversational phrases: yes, no, please, thank you, and familial titles, but she was nowhere near conversational or fluent. After realizing Marinette did not know how to speak Mandarin Damian made it his personal goal to make her at least conversational before they would begin to travel internationally for competitions. Many of the major Wushu competitions took place in China and if Marinette was going to be his partner in the couples division he was going to make sure she was able to converse with any interviewers they may meet, and that if she were to end up lost – he swears Marinette was born without a sense of direction – that she could find her way back to him or their hotel. He hoped that while working on the banners he could work in a few lessons on traditional Chinese characters and simplified Chinese characters so that Marinette could at least read signs. Apart from art, reenacting scenes from video game cutscenes and superhero movies became one of their favorite activities, it became a way to train while still having plenty of fun. Sometimes after mastering a new move-in Ultimate Mecha Strike, they would break out the crash mats to test if the moves in the game were actually physically possible.

Even the hobbies Damian didn’t share with Marinette he was willing to partake in, and the fact that he was trying meant the world to Marinette. Damian was rarely physically affectionate in the first few years of their friendship, and it was even rarer for him to vocalize his emotions, and so Marinette quickly learned that Damian had a tendency to express himself through his actions. A lot of people failed to see how warm and loving Damian truly was, but Marinette saw it in how he interacted with everyone. For example, when Damian’s eldest brother opened up an acrobatics and gymnastics center Damian immediately volunteered to design and paint a mural on the outside that would more easily catch attention, Marinette watched him alter the design day and night and sort through hundreds of color palettes to ensure the pairing was just right. She saw his kindness through his interactions with his family and hers, the painting of her mom and dad baking, a gift from Damian for their 20th anniversary, hung up in the living room was more physical proof of it. When Marinette began sewing he proudly wore her designs and when she began to take commissions, he always kept her business card on his body in the event someone asked about his apparel.

One of Marinette’s fondest memories with Damian was when they decided to host a bake sale to offset the cost of international travel for the competition team. It was near the Mid-Autumn festival so Marinette and her parents decided to make mooncakes. Damian had some experience in the kitchen helping his mother make baozi and baklava, but he definitely wasn’t as experienced as Marinette who grew up in a bakery, yet he still came over to help them with the first few test batches and to help design packaging. Watching him carefully weigh out the ingredients her parents listed and chat about his favorite flavors with her parents in French filled her with so much warmth. The kitchen was filled with banter as a discourse between traditional baked mooncakes and skin mooncakes arose. Marinette and Sabine preferred snow skin mooncakes, the chewiness pairs well with pastes like red bean and taro, where Damian and Tom were strongly on the side of the more traditionally baked mooncake, arguing that the crumble of the pastry paired with fillings like salted egg and lotus paste was clearly superior. Marinette was unsurprised that Damian was strongly advocating for traditional flavors, but her father? The same man who made mustard macarons? It wasn’t until Marinette suggested thousand-layer mooncakes were simply croissants with a pasty filling that everyone else was willing to set aside their different preferences to unite against her. While the thousand layer mooncakes and traditional mooncakes baked, and the snow skin mooncakes steamed Marinette and Damian got to work on the packaging. In order to reduce cost, they had ordered plain packaging and planned to carve potato stamps with Mid-Autumn festival motifs: the moon, rabbits, flowers, fans, and lanterns. Despite having seen how proficient Damian was with a blade in training, Marinette was pleasantly surprised, if not downright awed, by Damian’s precision with a knife. By the time Marinette had finished carving out one flower Damian had finished three lantern carvings. After finishing stamping the final package Marinette daringly pressed the still paint-laden potato stamp onto Damian’s cheek which quickly devolved into a paint fight. The picture of Damian and Marinette covered head to two in paint was proudly pinned at the top of her corkboard, Marinette would never forget the sound of the kitchen filled with laughter that day.

Damian’s parents were extremely supportive of this arrangement. Talia thought it was a great opportunity, open gym hours were busy and she couldn’t give all her attention to Damian, having a training partner could really help him grow. If they got along well they could even enter paired events together! Bruce was enthralled that his son found someone to spend time with other than his friend Clark’s son, Jon. Jon and Damian were great friends, but Jon lived in Metropolis and so the boys rarely saw each other outside of business galas and Skype calls. It was nice knowing his son had someone he could spend time with in person, Bruce was concerned that Damian’s interpersonal growth would be stunted by his lack of interaction with his classmates at school. To see his son being a kid, laughing freely, filled him with great joy, he knew that being the son of a billionaire and a top-notch martial artist had put a lot of pressure on Damian’s shoulders, but he never knew what he could do to help his son. Seeing the walls in Damian’s room at the manor fill up with pictures of him and Marinette smiling, Damian smiling, made Bruce figure that everything was going to be okay.

Sabine and Tom grew to love Damian like their own son with the more time he spent at each other’s houses. At first, they were a bit skeptical, they didn’t quite understand what their daughter saw in the boy, but they trusted her judgment and boy are they glad they did. Damian was like a missing piece of their family, despite his hard exterior, the boy was extremely loyal and caring, they could always count on him to have Marinette’s back. Sabine especially had a soft spot for him after watching him correct Marinette’s brush strokes on the banners, teaching her the differences between what she wrote and what he was writing. The two watched their daughter give herself wholly to this boy, and in return, he gave himself back to her and that was all they could’ve ever wanted for Marinette, to love and be loved.

As they grew older they shared more than just common interests: their dreams, their fears, and the pressure they faced from their families. Marinette knew what she wanted for herself – something Damian was envious of. When they were 11 to offset the competition costs, Marinette’s mother began designing and sewing their competition outfits. Once Marinette saw what her mother was doing she wanted to help, and she ended up falling in love with fashion design. From the age of 13 and onward Marinette designed all of her own stage wear, as well as Damian’s. Sabine would joke that with such a talented daughter it’s a shame they didn’t stay in Paris. Damian wouldn’t admit it – Marinette would – but the thought of possibly never meeting Marinette made him feel uncomfortably empty; he wonders how he bore with that feeling before becoming close with Marinette. Damian wasn’t sure what he wanted for himself, he would love to take over his mother’s Wushu studio, maybe even expand it, but he was always raised with the expectation that one day he would inherit his father’s corporation. Despite loving both options, loving both his parents, there was also a part of him that wanted something that was completely Damian, he had already spent so much of his life living in the shadow of his parents. It wasn’t until high school that Damian opened up to Marinette about this, as the time to make decisions grew closer Damian naturally grew more anxious about his future. Marinette rarely gets the chance to comfort Damian, oftentimes he bottles his emotions up until they’re ready to burst, and even then Marinette has to slowly coax him into talking about them, even if it is with his brothers and not her, she just wants him to feel safe with his own emotions. The first time Damian opened up to her about the pressure he felt as his parent’s only biological son she immediately swept him into her arms, stroking his hair she began to tell him about how loved he was. She told him “Damian I love you, your family loves you, my family loves you. I just want you to know how loved you are. I speak not only for myself, but for everyone who loves you when I say this, do what makes you happy. Your parents will be happy as long as you are, they trust that they raised you to make good decisions for yourself. Even if you don’t know what it is that makes you happy yet, don’t be afraid to explore your options; I’ll be right here by your side and I’m going to support you no matter what. You’ve told me before that even if you inherit the studio Maya would co-own it with you, or even if you inherit your father’s business you would be working alongside your brothers. You are not alone, the world is not riding on solely your shoulders.” Damian was completely silent, if not for the wetness on her shoulder and his grip tightening around her, Marinette would figure he was unphased. Marinette has known that she loves this boy, far past the platonic love she just expressed, but for Damian, it was at this moment that he realized that not only was he loved, but he was in love with Marinette.

“WELCOME TO THE WORLD WUSHU CHAMPIONSHIPS 2019 LIVE FROM GOTHAM, NEW JERSEY” roared overhead on the speakers.

Damian and Marinette were standing in a hall away from the main room where other contestants were preparing themselves both appearance-wise and physically. Marinette herself was fixing the crown braid in her hair. The women’s event would take place in the morning to late afternoon, where the men’s event in the evening giving Damian ample time before he needs to warm up to support Marinette. He gave Marinette’s ensemble a once over and with his cheeks tinged red he muttered “I like your costume, you look really cute”, quickly averting his gaze.

Marinette immediately flushed, almost as red as the silken top that adorned her torso, and brought the hands that were adjusting her braids down to her hips and leaned forward, exclaiming in a hushed shout as to not disturb the other competitors warming up, “Damian Al-Ghul Wayne, are you making fun of me? I just want to make sure that any pictures taken do not make me look like a hot mess. Could you imagine what could happen if Audrey Bourgeois sees pictures of me completely frumpled looking and cancels my apprenticeship?? Oh my God and then Parson’s will find out and rescind me and then I won’t be able to visit you at NYU!” Marinette’s hands now rested on her cheeks smearing away her perfectly placed blush. How Marinette managed to go from disgruntled to spiraling in less than a minute is still a mystery that still eludes Damian after years of friendship, but it was his duty to calm her down. He understands her nerves, they had spent the last few years dominating the juniors division and as they entered the senior division there was a lot of pressure for them to win there too. Unfortunately, for every person who wanted them to win, another five were praying for them to slip up, but now is not the time to be overcome by nerves, her turn would come soon and she cannot afford to be overwhelmed by nerves.

Damian fully grasped her wrists pulling her hands away from her face, “Marinette, genuinely you look stunning”. After that comment, Damian noted to himself that it seems like there was no more need for the blush she applied anyways. With the soft tut of his tongue, he smoothed out the harsh lines of her smeared blush using the pad of his thumb. He whispered, just loud enough for her to hear, “Don’t worry too much about your hair and makeup, the most important thing is your form”. Marinette leaned into his touch and gave a small nod, calming down from her spiraling thoughts, he always knew how to ground her.

“Contestant number 54 you’re up next!”

“That’s you; you might want to fix up your makeup real quick, but everything is going to be fine.” He handed her a bag with her cosmetics and a wipe and quickly clapped his hands around her shoulders to guide her to the main stage so she could focus on herself.

Fixing her makeup Marinette shot him a cheeky grin, “wish me luck?”

“You don’t need luck. Marinette you have the skill, you know that.”

“Next up is Marinette Dupain-Cheng from New Jersey, USA! She is definitely a fan favorite to win today on the Women’s Taolu floor. She is internationally known for competing not only in the women’s division but also in the couples’ scene. She’s been training for the individual event from the age of six and for the partner event from the age of nine with her studio mate Damian Al-Ghul Wayne, who is predicted to win the Men’s Taolu event. While we do not have a couples’ Wushu competition here, since turning 18 they have been dominating the senior international couples’ Wushu scene and have gone undefeated.”

Taking off her team jacket, with a quick nod to her parents, Talia, and of course, Damian Marinette strode to the center stage. Damian would never grow sick of watching her transform on stage, it was strikingly similar to the magical girl shows she had been obsessed with as a child. The moment Marinette stepped onto the mat her whole demeanor changed. Her back straightened up, her head would be held high, and most of all, the look in her eyes was filled with inextinguishable fire.

By the end of the event after getting changed Marinette and Damian were making their way to his car. Once Damian turned 16 and got his license, it became a tradition for them to go out for a celebratory meal together without their parents. “Marinette!” Damian heard a voice call out, Agreste he noted in his head. Marinette had met Agreste and Tsurugi while vacationing in Paris. While they weren’t the worst, in fact, Tsurugi was typically pleasant company, Damian was in no mood to socialize after the several rounds of interviews he had to endure after winning first place in Men’s Taolu. Many of the interviewers failed to understand that while yes, he had more opportunities to train as he is a third-generation Wushu champion, it was his hard work that got him to where he was, not his genetics.

Seeing Damian continue on to his car, not wanting to keep him waiting, Marinette quickly bid them farewell with a promise to see them tomorrow. “Hey wait for me!” Marinette called out, running after Damian. Despite his pride usually preventing him from heeding to his peers’ commands, Damian stopped in his tracks, his breath shallow and wondering why Marinette’s voice still makes his heartthrob despite having heard it call out to him for over 10 years. Feeling her hands latch around his arm gave him a sense of comfort. Her grip was strong and steady, yet still gentle. He couldn’t help but envision his hand in hers instead of his arm. The bouquet and hand-painted card in his car were waiting to see if she felt the same.

[male-reader-requests]

Dog Days Pt.1

Pairings: Mirio Togata x Male!Reader 

Word Count: 2,344

Warnings: This is technically part two to Puppy Love but it can be read as a stand-alone. This is also going to be split into 2 parts just because this one is already stupidly long, and I promise the next installment of this will be better and have more to do with the request!

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When people first meet Mirio they tend to akin him to the sun. He's very bright and nice and lives to make people happy, and that's who he is. He doesn't hide behind a mask of lies to please others, that's just who he is.

When people meet (M/N) on the other hand they always think he's lying. No matter how nice and polite he is to everyone around him they always think he's some sort of delinquent, that he's a horrible person. "There's no way someone that tall could be good, no way someone with a quirk like that is a decent person."

Sometimes (M/N) wishes they were right.

(E/C) eyes shown with disdain as they looked on at the wreckage before them, blinking lazily as red shown in the dark. Mirio had somehow convinced him, despite (M/N) really not wanting to, to come see class 1-A and help out with training. It had seemed like a good idea, sort of, but now (M/N) just wanted to go to sleep.

This had all started because of that broccoli haired boy, what was his name? Midio? Medusa? Mizuza? Whatever his name was he'd found (M/N) and Mirio sometime this morning.

The two of them had been outside, Mirio messing with the flowers and grass while (M/N) worked on a paper for his History class. It was an odd, but cute sight if you ever saw it in person. Mirio had his head pillowed on one of (M/N)'s thighs, the taller male making use of his many pairs of hands. Two hands were typing away at the laptop in his lap, two of them were propping him up against the ground, and the other two were playing with golden hair. 

Truthfully Mirio would have loved to have (M/N)'s undivided attention, but him passing his classes was also important so he chose to stamp down on that feeling. It was a nice and sunny day, warm and on the weekend. The two of them didn't have any plans but they did want to spend the time together, and Mirio had used that as a weapon. 

Soon after (M/N) had finished his essay the green boy had shown up, talking to Mirio about some kind of training that (M/N) was too tired to remember but somehow the two of them had gotten dragged to a cityscape training field.

Aizawa was there, looking as tired as (M/N) felt, along with 19 students. Scratch that, there was 20, one of them was just ridiculously short. 

All of them were dressed out of uniform, most likely in their hero costumes, and were staring at Mirio and (M/N) as if they were forgien objects. 

(M/N) sighed, (E/C) eyes closed as his hands stuffed themselves in the multitude of pockets in his clothing. He hated dealing with children, 99% of them were afraid of spiders, but he hated dealing with teenagers more due to them not having come to terms with their fear of spiders. He wasn't a mean guy, but when someone is being rude to you over something you can't control it can make you pretty pissy.

And now here (M/N) was, looking at the wreckage brought on by an anger issue having pomeranian. He was hiding, well not really hiding but going stealthily behind the profanity-wielding child, in the shadows in a hope that they'd just call the match off.

(M/N) wasn't really much of a fighter. He could fight well, hell he could kill a man if he so pleased, but that wasn't really his thing. Due to the arachnid-ness of his being, he was much stronger than other people. Like actual spiders, he was somewhere between 100 and 150 times stronger in proportion to his weight, so (M/N) decided to use that strength to do wreckage clearing and rescue missions.

But now this blond Bitch was getting on every single nerve in his body and making him think of changing over to a confrontation hero. 

"Come out you eight-legged freak!" the blonde yelled, hands sparking as he shouted to the sky. 

(M/N) sighed as he sat on the ground, head propped up by one set of elbows as the others slowly gathered silk from his back. The kid was good, he could admit that, but he needed lots of polish. A literal shit load of polish, and then he would be a great hero.

With another sigh (M/N) looked up at the sky in wonder, wondering why he had to have been the one here, before whistling sharply. It got the kid's attention quickly, spinning around ready to attack, only for his hands to get attached to his body by a mass of silk slowly turning him into a cocoon. 

He thrashed about, screeching as he slowly tilted back before falling with a less than dignified yelp. Groaning as he forced himself up off the ground (M/N) moved over to the kid, watching as he yelled out some pretty creative insults. (M/N) then promptly sat on his chest, ripping the ribbon off of the kids neck before holding it up in the air. 

A buzzer went off before some red-haired kid made his way into the wreckage. Not wanting to see the kid mauled (M/N) got up, leaving the kid to pick his friend up. On the way out he met Mirio, giving the blond the ribbon that was meant for the two of them. 

"You were great out there!" the blond was practically vibrating. He'd always enjoyed watching (M/N) use his quirk, watching him fight. "Yeah?" (M/N)'s voice was low and tired, but there was a slight smile on his face as he gently ruffled the blonde's hair.

He left after that, Mirio entering the training area to watch as Bakugo was drug off by Kirishima.

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Izuku didn't really know what he'd been expecting, but this wasn't exactly it.

Earlier that day he'd found Mirio and uh... his boyfriend? together. They'd been talking softly about something but had stopped when Izuku had approached them. He then word dumped on them about how his class was doing some kind of special training and that it would be much appreciated if they could come and help.

Mirio had jumped right on, but the other boy had been a bit hesitant. Izuku could tell why now.

Mirio and (M/N) had thrown everyone's names into a bag and were drawn at random, fighting whoever until they either got through the whole class or were too tired to continue. The fights had all been stupid easy so far, Mirio taking everyone out quickly, or making them surrender. 

(M/N)'s fights had been a bit messier. It was obvious he was uncomfortable fighting, his strength going on display when he'd hit through a wall on a missed punch. Everyone was wary of him, they knew nothing about how he fought and what kind of strengths he had other than the eyes and the arms. 

The first person against (M/N) had ended up being Jiro. It had been a quick match, (M/N) capturing the girl in silk, but now after she seemed slightly dazed as she sat on the floor in the back of the room. 

As Izuku looked around the room he realized that everyone that (M/N) had fought was actually more or less dazed, looking extremely sleepy. Confused, and a bit concerned Izuku made his way over to Jiro who had been hit first, but was cut off as Aizawa declared (M/N) the winner of his fight between him and Bakugo.

Mirio went to go greet the other male before going to his fight, (M/N) coming in looking tired.

There were soot marks all over his skin thanks to dodging Bakugo's attacks, and Izuku watched as he rubbed at his eyes, smearing it like cheap eyeliner. He watched as (M/N) yawned and made his way over to a corner before sitting, letting his head fall back and close his (E/C) eyes. The red ones stayed open.

It was a bit unnerving to look at that, to watch as pure red eyes moved around in their sockets to look around. It was hard to figure out where they were looking exactly since they were one color without a pupil, but Izuku got the general idea that he was looking around at everything. 

Midoriya had heard things about (M/N) from other students and in passing, most of it coming from Mirio gushing about him at any given point, but he knew he was strong. 

A lot of people, mostly the second years, seemed weirded out that (M/N) had already decided to become a rescue hero. It wasn't very common that people decided what kind of hero they would become in their 3rd year, most waited until they had a bit of experience to see what they were best at, and even then most people wanted to become confrontational heroes, to be the person who took down the bad guy and saved everyone. (M/N) seemed content to stick to the shadows.

Maybe it had to do with his arachnid quirk, not wanting to be seen or to be put in any danger? Maybe it was just a personal preference though?

Midoriya hadn't realized it, as per usual, but he was mumbling to himself. Lost in his own little world he didn't notice that 6 red eyes had shifted to look at him, (S/T) ears tuned into the mess of words pouring from his mouth.

For (M/N) he was used to people talking about him behind his back, he was odd even in a world of superheroes. He had 6 arms and 8 eyes, he was far from normal so people talked about him. Most of it wasn't very good, people talking about how creepy he was and how he wouldn't be a good hero because he wasn't good with people, but the drivel coming from the bush-boy was statistics and questions about his quirk. 

All of it curiosity without any of the disgust and distrust.

Curious, (M/N) focused all 6 red eyes on the boy, his figure slowly coming into focus.

Like an actual spider (M/N)'s eyes were put into groups for seeing different things. 3 of them were for noticing motion in a blurry wide-angle vision, 3 of them were specifically for judging the distance between things, and the 2 that weren't red were the only ones that actually focused on things and saw in color. These ones were for locking onto things when he needed to. 

Right now the green-haired boy was a blurry figure that actually just looked like a tall bush. He was roughly 8 feet away, mumbling to himself.

Confused, and slightly concerned as to why the boy had taken such an interest in him, (M/N) let his head drop onto his shoulder, cracking his eyes open to squint at the male. He didn't seem to be noticing his surroundings, but the other students were ignoring his words so this must have been a normal thing. 

Sighing, (M/N) sat up so that he was leaning forward, scooting himself around so he was actually facing the kid. 

He was a little under average height, messy hair and wide eyes, freckles. He looked like the sort of kid you'd want as a younger brother, cute in a sort of boyish way, but now he looked like a deer in headlight. 

Midoriya, who had been lost in his own world, hadn't noticed that (M/N) had moved, but now the tall male was a bit closer. He was sitting cross-legged, arms propping him up on the floor and on his elbows, but all 8 of those eyes seemed to be trained on him as his head tilted slightly to the side.

It... was horrifying in all honesty. (M/N) was tall, he was a big guy in general, but as he peered at Midoriya it was terrifying. Like being under the eyes of a predator.

"What's your deal?" (M/N) said softly, the words slurring slightly with exhaustion. 

Midoriya knew he was being spoken to, knew that (M/N) was talking to him, but at the moment he was a mere statue in a garden. He was stuck. 

The area where (M/N)'s eyebrows should have been furrowed, confusion crossing his features. The kid had been mumbling to himself just fine a moment ago but now he was completely still, eyes impossibly large.

Concerned, (M/N) drug himself to his knees, leaning forward to lightly tug at the kid's uniform. It was like setting off a firework, fine for a second or two before he exploded. 

He immediately tried to jump back, only to stumble and fall like the clutz he was.

(M/N) blinked owlishly at the kid, who was also blinking in confusion. 

The kid wasn't... actually scared of him, right? He was a teenager, he could get over his fear and realize that (M/N) wasn't going to hurt him... right?!

The kid looked scared though, and it felt like a punch to the gut.

Sighing lightly (M/N) waved a hand at the green-haired male, moving to stand up. 

"Sorry for startling you," he mumbled, pulling his hood over his head before stuffing his hands in various pockets.

Times like now (M/N) wished he had been born without so many limbs, even if it was just so that he could have sleeves to hide himself with.

[honeypirate]

Old Friends Part two

Part one part three

AN: I like to think that Bakugou has a punk based music taste. Also this is just like a filler fic not a lot happens but I don’t want to just skip to the action 😂 part three will have more.

Bakugou’s POV.

As he pressed play on his phone, his Bluetooth speakers start to play the same album you borrowed, Rented World by The Menzingers. The same one his neighbor returned to him the day after you said you couldn’t make it. He knows you lied. He knows your secret of that night. But he doesn’t know how to talk about it with you. He lays in bed listening to the music and reading your letter for him that he supposed he wasn’t really meant to get. That letter that means everything to him, he’s read it about a million times now, he couldn’t let it go all these years. Now he had a second chance to be near you, to get to know you again, he wouldn’t let you get away this time. He fell asleep eventually, thinking about how he will make you his, finally.

Your POV

You woke up at dawn, you were used to not getting much sleep although it takes you a few minutes to fully wake up. You go to the bathroom then make your way into the kitchen where you hear noises, Kirishima is there “good morning” you say and yawn and he smiles big “coffee?” He offers and you nod enthusiastically. He hands you a cup and you sip it and hum contentedly as you grab sugar and milk and take it with you to sit at the table. “I’m gonna make some breakfast, I usually make some for Bakugou as well, would you like me to make you some too?” He asks you from behind the fridge door as he starts getting out eggs and veggies “yes please! And I wouldn’t mind cooking for you guys too” before Kirishima could reply, Bakugou stumbles out into the kitchen, yawning and stretching his arms above his head, you couldn’t help but stare at the muscles of his shirtless chest as you sipped your coffee. “Shes a great cook Kiri (yawwwn) we should take her up on that” Bakugou says clearly still waking up as he gets himself a cup of coffee.

“Sugar is over here” you say and hold it out to him, he comes over and sits across from you at the table while spooning an incredible amount of sugar into his coffee. You smile as you watch him, remembering the times you would study together at the coffee shop in town your last year of high school.

After a few minutes of sipping your coffee you fall into good conversation with Kirishima as he cooks, it was always easy to talk to him and you’re glad it’s still the same. Bakugou drinks his coffee and wakes up more as he studies you across from him.

“So after breakfast we’re going to the agency to have a meeting with everyone at 8 to talk about the mission and discuss different duties” you quietly chuckle at the word duty and bakugou nudges your leg with his foot under the table and when you look at him he’s trying not to laugh, you can see the edges of his mouth twitching and you smile.

“Guys. Pay attention” Kirishima says as he places your plates of omelettes in front of you both. “Sorry” you say sheepishly and grab a fork that he hands you “thank you Kiri, this looks amazing!” You say and Kirishima nods and smiles “no problem! As I was saying” he continues, sitting next to you with his own plate “Meeting at the agency at eight, we heard” Bakugou says through a mouthful. “Yes. And there we will discuss details and partners. I’m thinking you two should be partners for this mission” you choke a little as you swallow when he says that. “Why’s that?” You say as you take another bite, avoiding eye contact with Bakugou. “You guys worked amazing together in high school so I’m betting you still would, plus I’ll be having different duties than him and I’ll feel better if my best friend was watched out for by you” Kiri says as he eats his food coyly. You didn’t hear the end of his sentence, you were looking up at Bakugou and he was looking back at you both chuckling like teenagers at the word duty again.

Your quirk is Omnikinesis, you can manipulate absolutely any form of energy and matter, mentally controlling anything and everything that exists, organic or created, existing now or in the future, right down to the molecular level. Which was overwhelming to learn how to control as a teenager, but once you learned how to use it to make you indestructible though, then you had no trouble practicing and building the strength of your quirks stamina. In high school when you were paired with Bakugou you could fight without be harmed by his explosions, now he’s gained more control of his blasts you were kind of excited to see what you could do together. “I think that would be a good idea” you say as you finish your meal, standing and taking your plate to the dishwasher.

Bakugou didn’t really expect you to be immediately on board but he wasn’t complaining.

“Thank you again for breakfast Kiri. I’ll make it tomorrow morning” you grin at him and he gives you a nod “I’m going to go get ready for work” you say, excusing yourself and walking down the hallway. Bakugou’s eyes on your back until you disappear into the bathroom.

You wash your face and brush your teeth before putting your hair in your signature hero dutch braids to get it out of your face while you fight. You put on some simple makeup just in case any reporters are out and use your quirk to manipulate the matter to stay perfect even if you sweat. Satisfied with your look you smile into the mirror and wink at the reflection of Bakugou appearing behind you in the doorway.

“Hey” he says quietly and you turn around, noticing the little bit of blush on his cheeks “Hey. I’m done here if you need the space” you say as you walk up to him, assuming he’ll step out of your way so you can pass but he doesn’t. He has a soft expression as he picks up the end of your braid on your shoulder and plays with it between his fingers. “Are you still dating what’s his face?” He asks, his eyes never leaving the hair in his fingers.

You can’t help the flutter in your stomach when he asks. There’s not many reasons he would be asking you this, either he wants to know if you’re single for him, for kirishima maybe, or maybe he wants to know if your ex will be around. We’re are both adults now and there’s no shame in flirting with him, you thought.

You stare into his eyes, quiet until he looks at you, when he meets your eyes you smile at him and take another slow step closer to him “why are you asking?” You say in a quiet voice with a small smile as you trail your fingertips up his bare arm, across his shoulder and collar bone, and then brushing through his hair, staying there and playing with the soft blonde locks. “Just-“ his clears his throat “just curious” he says and his eyebrows furrow. You cock your head to the side a little before leaning in close to him, your minty breath on his lips when you spoke “no. I’m not dating anyone” you say and smirk, curious to see what he does next.

“Come on guys, some of us need to get ready for work” Kirishima says from the hallway, a little annoyed. Bakugou jumps, dropping your hair, and moving out of the way, you chuckle and walk out into the hallway “sorry Kiri” you say and then make your way into your room, a smile on your lips, Bakugou embarrassed in the hallway glaring at Kirishima’s sly smile at him “anything you wanna tell me, bro?” He says and jabs Bakugou in the ribs. “Shut it” Bakugou says and walks into the bathroom to brush his teeth. You chuckle as you get dressed, being here is going to be way more fun than you thought.

You pack your hero suit and gear in a duffel bag, before putting on some leggings and a sweat shirt before heading out to the living room. The boys are already there in comfortable clothes with a bag as well. You’ll get dressed at the agency, fans and villains knowing where you lived wasn’t good so you never wore your suit home or to the office. “Let’s go” you say and slip your boots on by the door. You were ready to start this mission.

[mirkysconcubinefiction]

Quietly Jaded

Pairing: Omega!Peter/Alpha!Kingpin -- Omega!Peter\Avengers.

Summary: Peter Parker is an Omega masquerading as a Beta. A story of student loans, Avengers wanting Spiderman, Avengers wanting Peter Parker for his Omega status, and Peter just done with them. He doesn't need them - he already has an Alpha. Not the best Alpha but... Well... Fuck.

Tags: Major AU, ABO world, Heats/Ruts, Drug Abuse, Dark Personalities, College Peter, Dubious Consent, more added later.

Part 1

Peter hadn't always been the silent type. It grew on him with time. Losing friends, losing family, it was just easier to not talk than to talk - besides school there wasn't much to talk about.

Not like he could discuss being Spiderman?

With college dreams came college debt and even with grants and scholarships, student loans kept a roof over his head and food in his stomach.

Legally no one had to know his gender. He didn't act like most Omegas or Alphas so many people presumed he was a beta which wasn't a bother.

Betas were a safe median.

If Peter Parker was a Beta then so was Spiderman. 

Hero's or vigilante's of justice weren't titles Omegas carried. Not that they were incapable but mostly the world was a shitty place and he was safer as a Beta than Omega.

No worries of being snatched.

No worries of his degree somehow being mishandled.

No worries of being treated like a damsel in need of a minder. Modern America, as progressive as any first world country, was still archaic in nature to a Omegas ability to cope outside of a Pack or Alphas knot.

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It started as a curiosity or so that's how Peter saw it as. The Avengers paying attention to him was... Unneeded but the geek in him was intrigued.

First was Tony Stark aka Iron Man who appeared from nowhere one cool Autumn evening. It was a quiet night, the witching hour, a time where nothing really happened in the never quiet city. Sitting on a swing made from his webs he was eating a sandwich from his favorite bodega. The grandmother of seven never took no for an answer after he had saved her life and that of her children several times over the years and had even knitted him a scarf once.

Peter still had that scarf.

Mask pulled up to sit along the ridge of his nose he had sat staring out into the world with a gargoyle above him for company. 

"You're softer than I pegged you for."

His senses didn't tingle and that alone kept him there, hanging like a booger from an impossibly high building, and taking a much deserved bite from his sandwich. A cuban torta with extra adobo. 

"So. Kid. Got a name?"

Silence.

Peter chewed and ignored the floating man whose stare went from curious to frustrated.

"It's rude to not speak when spoken to."

Shoving the last of his food into his mouth Peter wiped the crumbs from his chin, pulled down his mask, and with a thumbs up, ripped an end of his webbed swing.

Plummeting like a bowling ball down... Down... And with a well-aimed (practiced) web swung himself away from sight. Iron Man wouldn't find him, not when Peter knew of a well hidden niche that he could slip into and not be seen or leave a heat signature.

Something that Iron Man was trying to do and Peter was grateful for his sensitive ears. 

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Next was Captain America. Decked out in his uniform and shield. It was a pretty wicked shield and one that Peter had caught before it could hit the cyborg that was destroying a nameless street of the city. 

Spiderman ignored the shouts of 'traitor' and the arrows that followed him but Peter was more than a flexible arachnid. He was quite familiar with this street. It was the street that housed a shit ton of kids.

Kids that had loved it when he opened the fire hydrants or handed out frozen pops because Peter loved kids.

Not because he was an Omega.

Hell no.

He just loved kids. Kids loved him and thought he was cool.

Using the shield to block the occasional laser blast - because of course lasers - Peter lead the cyborg away. His webs helped to drag the thing and keep it from swinging wildly but Peter was more than bendy, more than, web's, he was strength and endurance. 

While the others had stopped trying to kill him - yes those were kill shots - Peter managed to drag the hefty piece of machinery away. Feet digging into the concrete, one hand fisting a bundle of his webs as the other held close to a shield that left his hand tingly. 

From the sewers a mass of crab like machines took the Avengers attention and as he finally reached an open area of an eight lane street Peter didn't panic when the cyborg finally broke free. The webbing shredding and as he fell from the slack Peter turned and tucked himself behind the shield in time for a powerful beam to hit the Vibranium and drag him backwards from the force.

Even in the face of death he thought it was cool. So cool. 

This wasn't his first time facing a cyborg. A giant imitation of a man decked out in weaponry with a human brain attached in its center. Cyborgs bled green and their eyes were yellow pinpoints of awareness. 

Cool but creepy. 

Very creepy. 

With one hand he sent out a web, latched onto a bus and swung it towards the cyborg that put all its attention to the massive vehicle, using each arm to fire laser beams - still so cool - missing Captain America's shield that hit where the brain sat.

Right side, 8 inches from the center, shield at a 70° angle.

A stream of green blood - plasm - and brain matter coated the streets. The shield hit the ground at a roll and lodged into the side of a brick building. A hair's breadth away from the man who had aimed arrows at his head.

Peter was sad that he missed. Not that he couldn't have killed the man but Spiderman had an image to keep up and he was sure kids were peaking through blinds. 

If Hawkeye stared at the shield with wide-eyed 'what the fuck', Peter accepted that as payment.

Asshole.

Had Peter been... Well... Nicer... He would have thrown himself back into the fray helping the Avengers finish iff the crab robots except Peter wasn't that nice and he wasn't that forgiving.

Padding to the twitching machinery Peter took a moment to web himself a mat on the ground and take apart the cyborg. He was quick, knowing exactly what he wanted and where to find it, bundling it in his own web Peter pulled up the edges and folded the edges together and without a backwards glance he left. 

Fuck the Avengers.

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As Spiderman Peter had the nasty habit in bumping into random heros with hero size complexes and it got to the point where he just waved at the several who tried to stalk him. 

They weren't as stealthy as they thought they were.

As Peter Parker there was no Avengers just debt and homework. The two worlds very rarely collided. Peter Parker was a nobody... Well... He was on the Deans List and top 12% of the university when it cam to grades even if his attendance was far from stellar. 

Thankfully he had made a friend with a doctor who wrote really nice perfectly excusable doctor notes. 

He had done the math. It would be a 2.8% chance he would catch the eyes of anyone Hero related. Nothing he did as a regular schmoe would catch anyone's attention. 

Really.

Honestly.

Of course he never fraction in his own Parker Luck. 

Fuck his Parker Luck and Fuck his inability to think properly after a near 27 hours of no sleep and a lab all to himself. At 1am he had the building to himself and the key card to prove it! 

At 1 am and still wide-eyed with a brain that wouldn't shut off, Peter shouldn't have been allowed near anything that contained chemicals besides H2O. Instead he had 2 walls dedicated to his scribbles with a rainbow of color - thank you crayola - a pyramid of Styrofoam microwaveable ramen and a teetering tower of hot pocket boxes, and a keurig. 

He had an unlimited - well half a box left - of hot chocolate to tide him over and a bag of mini marshmallows to keep the shakes away as he worked on his thesis. Technically his thesis was typed, edited, and awaiting a last read through BUT he was stuck. 

He was so close to creating the perfect drug that he was vibrating with a desperate energy as his friends - the machines scattered around the room - worked to show him if his calculations were correct or he had to start again. 

Staring at the board Peter needed to distract himself from the whirring and beeping. Headphones in place he jump started his bluetooth and filled the silence with his google playlist set to play his thumbs up.

As it was so late and he was alone in the building Peter didn't think singing along to his playlist would be a big deal. Being an Omega he had few quirks that were... Questionable. 

Omega's were notorious for their allurement beyond their scent. Many were artists, creators of music, rhythm, designers, they were architects, chefs, Omegas were once considered Sirens and Muses of the God's... While Peter could sketch and recite the periodic table backwards and forwards he could sing.

There was something about his voice that could draw attention or put someone to sleep if he so wished. A lullaby sung softly and with his will alone he could hush a colicky baby in minutes much to the relief of the parents he had babysit for. 

Peter blamed Toni Braxton. 

Peter blamed the open windows to the lab.

Peter blamed the chaos that happened less than a mile away from the University and the Hulk that somehow broke away from the group and all but bulldozed himself to the lonely building off set from the rest of the school. 

Peter blamed... Well... He blamed Tony Stark for being a nosy douche of a man and tuning into the voice singing a very heartfelt rendition of un-break my heart. 

Outside the lab Tony watches as the Hulk shifts back to being just Bruce and the man is swaying, "Omega." 

Tony's gaze swivel down to where Bruce is laid out on the ground, dazed. "What?" Had he heard the man right.

"Hulk..." It was difficult to speak so soon after a change but Bruce managed one more word, "Omega." And it didn't take much to put two and two together and Tony moved until he was hovering by the only window lit out of the building.

Hair a mess, clothes askew, ass perched on the a desk, sat a young man staring at a dry erase board and hands moved with each dip and rise. The boy was moving, a dry eraser in one hand and a purple marker in another as he wrote a different scribble. 

Tony was smart, brilliant even, but even if he squinted he couldn't make out what was written. There was numbers with familiar sequences but even JARVIS who had scanned the room was at a lost and suggested the scribbles were a code.

Quiet filled the room and he took that moment to shush his team and soon another song had the younger man humming, head nodding to a beat.

"Send away for a priceless gift One not subtle, one not on the list Send away for a perfect world One not simply, so absurd In these times of doing what you're told

Keep these feelings, no one knows

What ever happened to the young man's heart? Swallowed by pain, as he slowly fell apart..."

Maybe he was just tired but Peter didn't feel the eyes watching him. There was no warning from his spider senses just a quiet madness as he darted through the room. The keurig churning out hot chocolates and fueling the madness of no sleep and rainbow scribbles.

.

A.M. comes with bright lights and failure.

It was tempting to swipe the board clean but Peter was passed out under the only desk that would block out the sun with his lumpy backpack as a pillow.

It's an awkward way to sleep but Peter isn't picky. He's slept in worse conditions, even upside down once, and he had a 48 hour hold on that particular lab. 

The click of the door unlocking doesn't wake him. The tap of heeled leather Oxford shoes doesn't wake him as said shoes stroll through the room until they pause right where he was sleeping. 

Eye's hidden by sunglasses worth more than all the textbooks he was sleeping on, Peter didn't notice the frown on the man's face or the flurry of texts the man was sending before he crouched and woke Peter with a gentle nudge.

What did wake Peter was his alarm on his phone. A far too loud alarm that startled him enough he jerked awake, banging an elbow and his head on the desk. Swearing a storm, mind addled by sleep, Peter fumbled for his phone and dropped it.

Blinking at the pair of dress shoes, Peter held his breadth as he looked up... And up... Into familiar brown eyes. "Who the fuck are you?"

An eyebrow arched, "Everyone knows who I am."

No. Spiderman knew Tony Stark. Peter Parker could care less. "Are you lost?" 

"Nope." The man rocked on his heels, eyes gazing around. "Came to see you. Interesting finding someone like you here of all places."

Peter frowned, "I'm not squatting. I wouldn't be the first person catching a nap trying create something big."

"Big hu?" His hands slipped into his slack pockets, "the hot pockets are shit for your metabolism by the way."

"They're cheap and I'm broke. I'm guessing you wouldn't understand the concept of broke." Peter tried to lay back down and cover his eyes with his arm, legs folded. 

"Yet with no full-time job you somehow have managed to chip away at your student loans. I'm impressed."

A warning buzz settles over him and Peter keeps himself as nonchalant as he can unwilling to give the Alpha the show of panic that he felt. "This is a school of side hustles. Take your pick and leave."

A moment passes in quiet but Tony doesn't leave. Why would he? "Quite rude." The man murmurs, "Is that anyway to..."

"Leave before I call security." Peter interrupts, "You're a strange old man alone in a room with a sleeping student, only perverts stay where they're not wanted."

"Pervert? Pervert!"

"Yes. Pervert." Arm dropping away Peter made a point to glare into the yellowish hue of the glasses. "I've asked you to leave and you refuse. You are not my professor or the janitor. This is my lab and either you picked the lock or bribed someone and I'll be sure to tell the Dean that a creepy old man was allowed into his building to harass a student."

"Actually this is my lab. I own this building." Tony expected some form of recognition instead he got snark. 

"Did you piss on the wall or write your name on it like a petulant child?"

It's not often that Tony finds himself without words but his lips part in surprise before. He lets out a whoosh of air shakes his head. "For an Omega you're a mouthy little thing."

The quiet is met with Peter blinking and Tony waiting. If Peter was smart he would have immediately denied any accusation or stood in righteous anger... Instead the younger man laughed. "That..." Peter folded his hands on his stomach and grinned, "is quite a compliment thank you." Tony frowned and Peter batted his eyelashes. "I'm pretty enough to pass for an Omega has to be the nicest thing anyone has said to me this semester."

"Just this semester?" Tony couldn't help but ask.

"Yep." 

The quiet stretched far longer than was comfortable and Tony sighed, "I have a proposition for you."

"No."

His carefully constructed speech and patience flew out the window as he was interrupted, "No?"

"No." Peter repeated, slowly. "N. O." He spelled out just in case.

"No? You can't tell me no."

"I can, I did, and I don't care." Peter frowned before he unfolded himself and crawled out from under the desk and brushed the dust off his wrinkled two-day old clothes, "Alphas who can't accept a no and argue over the word are a danger to society." Tony wasn't sure how someone that wasn't eye level could make him feel small.

"Do you know who I am?" The kid arched a brow, took a step back, and eyes him from the tips of his shoes to his perfectly coiffed hair. 

"Yes." Tony preened, "You're a misogynistic ass hole who thinks you can walk into my lab unannounced and get away with harassing a student and bringing up genders as if the position of my scent glands justifies your casual dismissal of my constitutional rights. You can't belittle or coerce me into agreeing to anything you have to say based on your purse strings or that you imply ownership on a building that was built from multiple donations. If I was an Omega I have every right to kick you in the nuts and get away with scratching your eyes out."

Tony's lips pressed into a firm irritated line.

"Seeing as I'm not I'll just settle for telling you to get the fuck out of my lab or I will scream murder. I'm a beta on beta kinda guy, so keep your paws off my no-no spots."

It was unexpected, Tony twitched as Peter's hands touched him - shoved him really - right out the door. Tony would never admit to sputtering or tripping over his own feet as he was pushed out the lab and the door firmly locked behind him. 

Confused and slightly embarrassed he adjusted his blazer and nonchalantly walked away. I'm a beta on beta kinda guy... the words are like oil and water, his skin tingles where the younger man's hand roamed, the heat that made that primal part of his brain rear up and whisper Omega.

Spiderman was an escape. 

There was times when he could swing away his worries with dizzying feats of near deaths, the adrenaline rush doing more for him than any drug on the market. 

There was times, like that morning, when he would climb to the highest point, tuck himself into a corner, and hide. He was a millennial with a safe space and it was the safest space to exist in N.Y. 

Just him and the pigeons. 

Times like this he wondered how far he could fall without instinct there to make him survive and carry on another day? 

Curling in on himself he hugged his knees tight to himself and let the tears fall. It wasn't often that he cried but when he did it was usually quiet and when he was alone. No one could see him weak, no one could see him break, no one could... A trumpet broke his depressive silence. An unexpected noise at an impossible height except it was a drone. 

The four propellers were whisper quiet and a white flag waved in the wind.

"Fuck." Summed it up.

A 3d hologram appeared and it was the image of Princes Leia kept him sitting, curious, vs jumping off the ledge. "Hello itsy bittsy spider."

Peter narrowed his eye's and flicked out a web, the drone was quick to swerve.

"You're cordially invited to attend a gathering..." Diving off the building was a better option than listening to Tony Stark invite him to a Tea Party as if they were friends. You don't forgive people who tried to kill you.

Especially if they didn't apologise.

Especially if they stalked you.

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Since being bitten by a radioactive spider like some weird comic book character, Peter had gone through physical and mental changes. Presenting as an Omega had come later, in fact his first spike of heat happened during a particular difficult battle with none other than Kingpin himself.

It had been a gory fight with Peter having to plow through layers of underlings from normal everyday thugs to enhanced goons that were blood thirsty to get the bounty Kingpin had put on his head.

It was a hefty bounty too.

Just enough where Peter contemplated killing himself off for profit. Kingpin had been his usual boastful self and holding a weapon that was more sci-fi than the usual glock.

They had stood in a penthouse that had made him hyper aware he was dripping blood on the cream-colored carpet and the beautiful statues were judging him. 

Kingpin had a spiel like all super villains and Peter had listened as his mind raked over how he would survive this encounter when the A.C. kicked on. Cool filtered air pushed from the vents, Peter had shivered as it passed over his heated flesh that peaked from the patches of bare skin, it had taken moments for that devilish curl of the Kingpin's lips to unfurl and something else come forth.

Kingpin was a force of human nature. Built by weights and sheer spite. He was aggression, darkness, he was the devil amongst demons, he was a pendulum that swung between the dark side of the underworld and the light side of a family man. 

Most importantly. 

Kingpin was an Alpha. 

An Alpha tied to a Beta and a son.

Dark blue eyes shifted, bleeding red before the massive bulk of a man lifted the gun and fired a single shot. The sizzle of the blast prickled the side of his face as the beam shot over his shoulder and the thump of a body falling told him that his spider senses were off. 

Peter had studied many things but Omegean Biology wasn't one of them. He knew the fundamentals like many but the liquid fire that pooled at the base of his spine and slithered its way up left him standing rigid and an ache between his legs had him hissing.

Peter didn't remember closing his eyes, he didn't hear Kingpin move, his senses were so out-of-order he flinched when a large hand settled atop his head. "Shhh." Peter felt himself tugged into Kingpins girth, it had made him tremble and a whine had escaped him.

Later. Much later. Peter would learn that the man who was intent on killing him had cuddled him on an impossibly massive bed, the Alpha crooning, hands that could bend steel caressed him like a lover would, and for three days helped him through his first heat.

"Call me Wilson. Wilson Fisk."

Awareness had come in doses. The feel of soft cotton against his bare skin, the slick between his thighs, the ache somewhere deep and personal, classical music played in the background drowning the hitch in his chest, relief had been a burst of gratitude as shaky fingers touched the familiar texture of his torn mask.

The stretchy fabric cover his nose an encircled his cheeks and curved along his brow, seemingly glued to his skin. Hair, ears, lips, and chin were as exposed as the rest of him.

Before Peter could sit up a hand came from no where and settled on his chest, thumb and finger digging into his collarbone as he was pushed back into the mattress.

Pliant.

Weak.

A mess. 

Kingpin was a solid presence he hadn't noticed until that moment. Hard naked lines with impossibly wide shoulders and solid smooth skin with not a hint of hair except for two perfectly sculpted eyebrows that furrowed in contemplation. "Where do we go from here Spiderman?" 

It had been when that hand slipped and encircled his throat did Peter feel his body involuntarily move. Legs splaying openly and back arching as a familiar haze of arousal overwhelmed the need to run.

Wilson was an exceptional lover. His first Alpha, his first Knot, Peter never expected to be the Mistress of his arche nemesis, he didn't expect to have heats that were bursts of short frequent intervals, he didn't expect the open invitation to spend it with the Alpha, and he didn't expect the absolute possessiveness of Wilson or just how much control an Alpha like Wilson had over an Omega like Peter. 

"Save the world but you will not interfere with my organization and you will be my most prized possession."

It was a story twisted by biology, twisted by the illogical logic of an emotion one could say was love if you squint, and the reason Spiderman dressed as a different character jumped from the side lines and into traffic, using his strength to flip a car that was chasing the Kingpin. 

It rankled something deep that the urge to protect made him feel like a villain and the mocking laughter of Kingpin getting away hit him hard. 

Fighting The Avengers to keep the Alpha alive had never been part of the plan, watching the chase from a random store front window, hearing the helicopters, it was a spur of the moment decision to steal a face bandana with a skull smile and a pair of polarized wide swimming goggles.

Running fast and hard he didn't use his webs and instead focused on his natural talent and that primal urge to protect the knot-head responsible to keep him blissed out for his next upcoming heat.

Toe to toe with Captain America and the Winter Soldier was... Thrilling. As Spiderman there was an awareness of maintaining his cool but as a stranger with a cheap mask and flannel shirt Peter could catch the Winter shoulders Vibranium arm and force the man to the ground before kicking Captain America's shield and tossing the pompous soldier away like a rag doll.

Peter's body moves on auto pilot as he flips backwards and moves with grace and fluidity as a mess of weaponry aim for him. Between Iron Man's blasts, Hawkeyes arrows, Black Widows bullets, Peter feels like he's dancing on the edge of death and it leaves him feeling hot and aroused. 

Slipping beneath an abandoned truck he sticks his hand on the underside and with hard pushes against the asphalt he uses the truck to plow through what traffic is left and holding his breadth Peter pushed up with his leg and the truck flipped, the roof smashing on the ground and catching sparks.

Letting out a whoop, his flannel shirt wafting in the air he grinned behind the mask as he surfed for a stretch of time before coming to a halt and with Iron Man trailing him Peter ran.

Hard.

Fast.

Through the city.

Forcing the Avengers to chase him and not Kingpin.

More later...

*Part 2*

[backtobackbakubabe]

Baby its Cold Outside (PART 3)

Bakugo x Reader 

Snuggles fix everything right? 

Angsty fluff? Idk. 

Words : 1703

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Telling your hero agency wasn't as bad as you thought it was going to be. Apparently this happened pretty often. In fact your boss looked almost bored as  you told him. You had built a pretty close relationship with him since getting to the agency, giving him the loving nickname boss man. 

“Congratulations Bakugo... you finally found someone who could tolerate your bullshit.” He turned his attention to you, “And y/n my deepest condolences to your eardrums. As I’m sure you already know those temper tantrums of his aren't exactly quiet.” 

You gave him a knowing smile, “Oh sir I’m very aware. I’ve been at the receiving end of those tantrums for years.” 

You could see Bakugo’s ears tint pink as he rolled his eyes, “Yeah yeah, I yell, whatever. What about our patrol assignments? Will we be assigned new partners?” 

Boss man narrowed his eyes at you both... “No I don't think I will..” He ignored Bakugo's startled expression. “And I’ll tell you why. See Bakugo while you are likely the most talented hero at this agency you aren’t exactly a people person. In fact the only person you said you’d be willing to work with on your intake form was y/n. And luckily she has more patience in her pinky than most do in their whole body because she puts up with you. She keeps you centered and you keep her motivated. We’d be crazy to split you two up.” 

You gave him a smirk. See you and Bakugo had been adamently opposed when it came to splitting up as partners. You thought it was a stupid idea and Bakugo while he hated the idea of not being there to protect you, he also thought it was the only way he could focus and do his job. 

Katsuki stood up from his chair, fists clenched. “Sir with all due respect... WHAT THE FUCK!” You slipped your hand around his wrist trying to get him to calm down. His eyes met yours and he did seem to reign it in a bit. “Sorry what I meant to say is... please reconsider. I honest to god cant focus on anything besides her safety when were out there. That has to be a conflict of interest!” 

Boss man scoffed, “That right there is why I cant split you up.You start to blow up and all she has to do is touch your hand and you become a reasonable human.” 

You could see his shoulders tense up as he was bracing himself to lose this battle. He gave you one last last pleading look that tugged oh so hard on your heart strings. 

Sighing, “Listen Boss man, I understand why you want to keep us together. Really I do. I don't want us to split up either.. but if this is what Bakugo wants then I think you should at lest consider it. You say he has the most talent in this agency right? I’m sure there’s tons of better suited partners for him than me anyways...” 

Boss man knit his eyebrows together, “Now I won't have any of this self depreciating bullshit y/n. We’ve had this talk before and I think you are incredibly gifted...” He pinched the bridge of his nose as if trying to fight off a headache, “But if this is truly something both of you want... than I guess I’ll fill out the paperwork.” 

Bakugo’s eyes widened, not expecting you to step up to help him. But before he could say anything you gave him the ‘we’ll talk about this later’ look. 

The walk home was quiet. Bakugo could tell you were upset and he was still new at the whole being nice to others thing so he didn't know how to handle it. He finally settled for holding your hand. You usually talked his ear off, but now you wouldn't even look at him. You couldn't possibly be mad at him could you?Hell you even had his back in the meeting... He will never understand women. 

You both stepped into the elevator and to his surprise you hit the button for your floor. 

“Oi what gives? You just did laundry I know you don't need clothes..” 

Pulling your hand out of his, “What I need is space Katsuki... Before you freak out... I’m not mad at you. I understand why you don't want to work with me anymore. But you have to understand that I am very sad right now. I just need some alone time.” You gave him a gentle peck on the cheek before exiting on to your floor. 

Fuck... he didn't like this. On one hand he thought you were being ridiculous. You will still see him every day! You practically live with him for fucks sake. But on the other hand he knows you’re upset and he knows that he's the reason why. He hates it. 

He practically slammed his door after entering his apartment and threw his keys harshly at the couch. How was he going to fix this. He walked over to the freezer to see if he has any ice cream. It was something he only started buying once you two started dating. It seemed to be a staple in your diet. He pulled out a tub of cookies and cream and spoon not bothering to put it in a bowl. 

He walked back to the main room to binge eat and mope when he heard that precious sound of air whooshing in. He turned the corner to see y/n in one of his shirts curled up on the couch, “I was alone for maybe 5 minutes before I remembered how much I hate being alone... So can I be alone... but like with you...?”

His nose scrunched up, “What the fuck does that even mean?” He handed you the ice cream and sat next to you pulling your feet in his lap.

You accepted the ice cream greedily, “Exactly what we’re doing now, except we turn on the tv and just like don't talk to each other... Just give me some time to process that we’re no longer partners...” 

He pulled a blanket over the two of you and handed you the remote. He knew you'd end up picking something awful like a Disney movie or a romantic comedy but if this is what you needed then he’d do it. 

Three hours and eight episodes of Avatar: the last Airbender later you were passed out. Sometime between the third and fourth episode you had decided you wanted your back scratched so you scooched over and without saying a word laid on top of Katsuki, picked his hand up and placed it on you back and moved it back and forth until he got the idea. 

That leads him to now. You were asleep with your head on his chest. You were so cute when you were asleep. He was content. He could have fallen asleep himself. He probably would have too except his phone buzzed in his pocket. It took some expert maneuvering to get it out of his pocket without waking you up but he managed. 

He had received an email from the agency with a list of available heros for the two of you to choose from. He opened it up and low and behold the first available hero was fucking Deku.. well that was enough for one night. He closed the email before looking at any other candidates. 

There was no way in hell he would ever work with Deku... but maybe... maybe he’d let you. As much as he hates to admit it, Deku wasn't the weak ass nerd he used to be. He knew first hand how powerful he was, but more importantly he knew how loyal he was. 

He threw his head back exasperated. Was he really considering this. It’s not like he had the right to pick his replacement, that was totally up to you... but maybe he could ask. Fucking Deku... 

He could feel you stirring awake so he put his hand in your hair and ran his fingers through it, earning him a soft moan of approval from you. 

“I think I’m ready to talk about today.” 

You didn't make any move to look at him and he didn't make you, “Oh yeah?” 

You nodded and rubbed your eyes trying to wake yourself up. “But I only want to talk about the positives. Like for example... apparently you requested to work with me on your intake form?” 

He could feel your soft giggles vibrate against his chest. Usually he’d be annoyed but knowing this made you happy was enough to make him get over it. “I knew that didn't slip past you. And just so you know... I didn't request you... I said I don't work with anyone and then in parenthesis I said (but if I absolutely have to then I’ll only work with y/n.)” 

“Oh so it’s your fault that we got paired together! And here I thought you hated working with me all this time.”  

He kissed the top of your head, “I did at first. But not for the reasons you’d think. I hated that you never looked before running into things. I hated that your costume was so tight and every guy we walked past got to see you in it. I hated that because of your quirk you could always beat me to the scene of a crime, meaning for a few minutes you'd always be alone with a villain without me there to help. But most of all I hated how every day it got harder and harder to pretend that I actually didn't hate you at all.” 

“PPPPPFFFFFFFFT” You couldn’t help it you just started laughing. 

“What the fuck it so funny eh? I’m pouring my heart out over here and you’re fucking laughing at me?” 

“I’m sorry babe! Its just that sounds like the speech from one of my favorite movies and its totally a rom com so I know there’s no way you’ve seen it but it’s still just so funny!” 

So then you just had to show him 10 Things I Hate About You, and to your surprise he actually enjoyed it. 

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Thanks for reading! I know this chapter was kind of slow but shit gets real starting in part 4! Buckle up! 

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Writing Commission - Where I Want To Be - Chapter Eight

Summary: Yamada Hizashi, better known as the Voice Hero Present Mic, is a busy man. He has classes and students to teach English to, an agency that always seemed to be in the middle of a disaster to help deal with, and a radio station that was one bad show away from being cancelled to run. He doesn’t have time for a bad day triggered by nightmares and fears and anxieties that just never seem to stop.

Luckily for him, his partners are Aizawa Shouta and Yagi Toshinori and neither of those two are very good at leaving Hizashi to suffer alone.

Fandom: Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia    

Relationship: Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic/Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic/Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yagi Toshinori | All Might

Characters: Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Yagi Toshinori | All Might

Rating: Teen Audiences

Word Count: 29,323

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WARNINGS FOR: Past childhood abuse (both emotional and physical) and anxiety attacks verging on panic to PTSD episodes. Please read with caution if needed.

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Hizashi took it back. He wasn’t fine, he had never been fine, and he would never be fine again because he worked with children who never listened to a goddamn word he said. No. He couldn’t even call the people he worked with children because he worked with actual children who were interns and they were more competent than what he was dealing with! 

Present Mic was known for his cheerful, upbeat personality and radio show. He was known for jokes, and laughter, and always having a story to share with someone. Yamada Hizashi, when he was at the radio station, however, was known for firm deadlines, good work ethic, and dealing with morons. 

“Explain this to me again.” Hizashi could feel Shouta’s rapidly growing amusement behind him, but he put it out of his mind as he stared down at two of his best sound engineers. One of them, Yamaguchi, was glaring at him and looking completely unrepentant and the other was shaking in his boots. That one might just live. “What do you mean when you say you lost twelve hours of pre-recorded footage.”

“I mean, sir, that we lost twelve hours of pre-recorded footage,” Yamaguchi, the one who would soon be either dead or fired, snapped at him. “In case you forgot, we had a power outage three days ago that left us using a lot of our back-up equipment which, in case you forgot, should have been taken to the dump years ago. We’re lucky we haven’t cut out during a live show before now.” Damn Yamaguchi and everything he stood for. 

“Exactly, the power outage was three days ago. We should be back up and running by this point! Why haven’t we had people in to repair the damage and switched back to the official equipment? Dammit, Yamaguchi, you’re supposed to keep this place from falling apart! That’s the reason you’re the head sound guy!”

Yamaguchi looked him dead in the eyes, not a hint of fear to be seen, “Yasui got to them before I could call in for repairs.” Oh, for fuck’s sake. “While you’re here, I’d like to hand in my resignation-”

“No. Your contract says lifetime for a reason.” Hizashi heard Shouta give a snort of laughter, but firmly tuned it out. “Go call for repairs and schedule them for early in the morning in case anything goes wrong -- and tell Yasui that the repairs are scheduled for the day after so she can’t get in and ‘help’ again.” 

“Yes, sir.” The words were bitter and resentful as all hell, Hizashi narrowing his eyes when the man turned to look at Shouta. “I still know a great divorce lawyer if you need one, Aizawa-san.” With that the bastard was escaping with his little minion before Hizashi could give in to the urge to kill him. 

Shouta, without even batting an eye, gave a shake of his head. “I don’t understand how you two work together when you both hate each other so damn much.” 

“We have an agreement,” Hizashi huffed, hand pushing his glasses up as he rubbed at his eyes for a long moment. His headache hadn’t turned back into a migraine like it had earlier in his agency, but it was still aching.

Shouta noticed, as he always did, squeezing Hizashi’s upper arm softly, “Talk to whoever you need to talk to, and I’ll go grab the papers you need from your office. When I get back, we’re going home.”

“It’s not that bad, anymore, Shouta,” Hizashi sighed, shaking his head. “Honestly, it’s mostly just a headache left, I’m fine.” The choking around his throat lessened and the sensation of leather straps was dulled down to just faint itching. He could talk as needed and in a few hours he knew it would be even better.

No. It really wasn’t that bad anymore, but… Hizashi also knew it still wasn’t good. His smiles never fooled Shouta, after all, and he still felt the memories and whispers clawing at the back of his mind, slipping in during the moments quiet faded for silence.

“If you would just be a little quieter then this never would have had to happen, Hizashi-chan. We told you what would happen, didn’t we?”

“You know we’re just doing what’s best for you and everyone else, don’t you? This is for your own good, Hizashi. We’re trying to keep you safe.” 

“A hero? Hizashi-chan, they’ll never let someone with a quirk like yours become a hero. You have a villain’s quirk, Hizashi-chan. You can’t change that.”

“If you so much as make one more sound-” 

“Hizashi.” Shouta shattered Hizashi’s silence just as he always did, giving him a soft look. “I’ll be back with what you need and then we’re going home. Okay?” 

“Yeah…” Because for as much as he loved the radio station, his office was soundproofed. There was nothing but silence for him there, and while he was physically much better than he had been, there was only so much longer he knew he would be able to stand the whispers. “Yeah, okay. Wouldn’t want to be late if Toshi is making dinner, after all.”

Shouta nodded, giving him a smile and a quick kiss before heading down another hallway, Hizashi watching him leave with a small sigh. He needed to get himself together. Everything he heard was all in the past and it no longer mattered. He was a pro-hero, teacher, and radio DJ who had far too much work to do to linger in the past. 

He still needed to deal with Yasui, now that Yamaguchi had brought it up, actually. Pursing his lips, Hizashi mumbled a soft, “Maybe I can just- Suzuki!” 

Cutting off his thoughts of throwing himself out a window, Hizashi threw himself towards the one, sweet, perfect intern he had in his hellhole of a life. She immediately dodged him and let him hit the wall, expression entirely unimpressed. Hizashi gave her a pout, sidling his way over towards her, “Aw, c’mon, Suzuki-chan, aren’t I your favorite hero?”

The dead look she gave him was far too adorable, truly. She then smiled and, as sweet as it was, Hizashi knew he was about to go through hell. He was right when she held out the clipboard she had been holding, “Alright, favorite hero. Maybe I can get your signature on all of these papers.” 

Hizashi sighed, taking the clipboard and starting to flip through the papers as they walked, wincing at a few of them. “Yeah… Yeah, saw this one coming- How bad is the damage this time?”

“We got another three complaints from parent-teacher groups and another petition making the rounds to get us shut down. It currently has five hundred signatures and started two days ago, so it hasn’t gained much traction. I took over your social media accounts again, though, so we have some positive attention of you interacting with a couple of celebrities and other heroes, some announcements for our new sponsors who haven’t given up on us yet, and also I posted some cat pictures.” 

Hizashi paused at the last one, looking back to Suzuki with a slowly forming frown. “You went through my messages with Shouta again, didn’t you?”

“He always takes the best cat pictures,” Suzuki shrugged, completely unrepentant in her lack of boundaries as she took out her phone and began pulling up multiple apps. “I know the bulk of our main stuff is at night, but we might want to consider adding in some new rotations during the day shows since break is coming up soon. Most of the demographic is high school age, so we’ll get a nice boost where they’ll be able to listen during the day as well as night.”

“This, Suzuki-chan, is why you’re my heir to this radio station,” Hizashi said solemnly, signing off on the last paper he needed to before handing her the clipboard back. “One day, you’ll inherit all of my stress and hatred and die of a heart attack before you reach the age of forty.” 

“Bold of you to assume I can ever die,” Suzuki said seriously, staring at him with the utmost seriousness. He was so glad he had made the kid his personal intern. “You look like shit, you know. Did you even sleep last night?”

“Bold of you to assume I ever sleep,” Hizashi shot back, ignoring the swat to his shoulder. “Just a long day, Suzuki-chan. I’ll be fine after I finish up here and head home.”

Suzuki gave a small huff, shaking her head with a grumble, “Honestly, just stay home next time you feel bad. The station isn’t going to fall apart if you’re gone for one day.” Hizashi stared at her, Suzuki not even flinching as her eyes narrowed. “Are you doubting my abilities to keep this place functional?” 

“Hey, now, I would never say that.” Mostly because, if he did, he knew Suzuki could and would kill him. “Any other disasters or fires that need to be put out before I’m forcibly dragged away by my well-meaning husband?” 

“Oh, Aizawa-san is here? Good. That means you’ll actually go home and get some rest, then.” Suzuki looked back down at her clipboard, flipping through some papers near the back. “Did Yamaguchi tell you about how I’m going to kill Yasui slowly and with great pleasure?”

“Something like that,” Hizashi snorted, shaking his head. “I already have Yamaguchi dealing with the situation. We should be back up and running like normal within the next day or two.”

Suzuki nodded, looking pleased. “Good. That means there’s no other disaster for you to deal with and you can go home and get some rest before you collapse.” With that Suzuki was striding away to no doubt deal with some other disaster, Hizashi giving a small smile that faded when he heard the whispers of memories stir in the back of his head. 

Before Hizashi could get lost in his hopelessness because the words just never stopped, he heard his phone go off with a quiet ding and vibrate against his side. He was tempted to ignore it because, knowing his luck, it was just more stress waiting for him. Another alert had him sighing and giving in, taking his phone out and pleasantly surprised when he saw it wasn’t stress, but messages from Toshinori. 

‘Do you have any preferences for dinner?’ ‘I’ve already started, but I’m happy to put something else on if there’s anything you specifically want.’ God, that man was so perfect. 

‘I’m good with whatever you want to make!’ Hizashi texted back, focused on words that were no longer clawing at the back of his mind. ‘Do I get a hint as to what you’re making for tonight?’

‘It’s a surprise!’ A couple of smiling emojis followed the words, Hizashi not even trying to resist the urge to take a screencap and send it to Nemuri. He never would have thought that All Might, the world’s Number One Hero, was such a lovable goof. ‘How is everything?’

‘We’re at the radio station now. My agency kicked me out to go get some rest and Shouta is grabbing some things from my office before we leave. If I stay any longer I think my sweet intern will kill me herself.’ 

This time there was a row of laughing emojis, Hizashi trying not to give a snort of laughter because, really, it was just so cute. He wasn’t even aware of how distracted he was texting and chatting with Toshinori until Shouta was nudging him to get moving, files clutched under an arm. “Is he overusing emojis again?” 

“I feel like, coming from you, that’s a bit hypocritical.” Hizashi sent one last text to Toshinori before tucking his phone away, accepting the files and sliding them into the bag at his side before Shouta was guiding him along towards the exit. 

Shouta responded with not much more than a hum before he was picking up on whatever he had been telling Hizashi before they had reached the radio station, his words constant and soft as he drowned out every other word in Hizashi’s head. 

Hizashi didn’t even try to stop himself as he squeezed Shouta’s hand as he was nudged and pulled along towards home, the low tone and familiar stories setting him more and more at ease. He had almost forgotten just how much help Shouta was when a bad day came around. It hadn’t even just been Shouta, either. 

While Shouta and Toshinori had been there and supporting him from the moment he woke up, Hizashi realized that everyone in his daily life had found some way to support him and help him out. 

The students at U.A. had noticed how off he was and had worried and fretted over him while trying to be well-behaved and helpful. Shinsou had talked to him in sign language for the whole of his lesson in order to distract him and give him a chance to stop pushing himself. Nemuri had fawned and worried in her own way over lunch, sending him pictures that she knew would cheer him up. 

Hell, even his friends at his agency had been quick to notice something was wrong and tried to help out and make things easier on him. Shima had even got him sent home because she knew, better than he did at least, when he had reached his limits. Even Suzuki had been quick to see that he wasn’t at his best and had done her own form of worrying and sending him home. 

And Hizashi knew his bad days wouldn’t just go away even with all the love and support in his life. He had been having them for decades and he knew he would have them for decades more. He doubted there would ever be a time where he forgot the words carved into him along with the scars that traced his jaw. While it wasn’t okay, it was… bearable. 

It would never be okay, but he would be okay, because he had friends and family who were with him every step of the way and hadn’t once given up on him. He was- “And just what are you thinking about so heavily over there?” 

Blinking at Shouta’s words, Hizashi stared at him for a moment before reaching over to kiss the man’s cheek, enjoying the small smile it earned him. “Me? Not much.” He would be okay. He had a lot of family in his life to keep him going, after all. “Just thinking about what a good day I’m having.”

It wasn’t okay, what he had gone through and what he still went through, but he would be okay. That, at least, was something he knew with absolute certainty. 

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We’ve Got Soul: Chapter 3

WC: 2450

Warnings: Sass, cursing, ya know, the usual

Beta’d By: @teaspacebar

Notes: This chapter is mostly relationship building between Fantasia and the boys, and to show the change in their relationships in the year-ish since the last chapter.

Chapter 3:

October 8, 2037

8:04 A.M.

           “Hey,” Fantasia called out around the hair-tie bit between her teeth. “Gavin, get up.” She shoved his shoulder before putting her hair up the rest of the way.

           “Nooo,” He groaned.

           “Seriously, you have to go to work today.”

           “I shouldn’t have to, it’s my birthday.”

           “Yesterday was your birthday, today is Thursday. Get up.”

           Gavin propped himself up on his elbows so he could face her. “What time is it?”

           “Eight. I let you sleep for as long as I could before I came in to get you, but I have to go, and you need to leave for work soon.” She was walking around Gavin’s apartment, finishing putting herself together as she spoke. “My blanket is folded on the couch, and I made you breakfast, it’s in the fridge. Take a shower before you go, you stink.”

           “You’re an asshole.” He called through his bedroom door.

           She grabbed her keys, “That’s what friends are for, I’ll see you later!” And the door was shut behind her. Fantasia boarded the next bus to get to Carl’s and rang the doorbell right on time.

           Markus answered the door, “Good morning Fantasia.”

           A smile plastered across her face. “Good morning,” Fantasia said as she walked through the house to the studio. When she entered the room, Carl turned in his chair to face her.

           “You’re late.”

           “I am not,” She dropped her bag under the desk by the door, “You just get bored when I’m not here.”

           “I’m an artist, I’m never bored.”

           “I’m an artist and I get bored regularly.”

           Carl chuckled lightly, “That’d be why you’re an apprentice with lots of work still to do. Today you’re working on texture. You get one color, and you’re going to tell me a story with just the paint thickness and brush stroke.”

           “That’s it?”

           “That’s it. Have fun.” Carl left the studio without another word.

           For a few moments, Fantasia just stood in front of the canvas with a blank stare. “How the hell am I supposed to do this?” She quirked her head a little. “What if I…” Fantasia collected a palette and the paint she’d need to make her color and got started. It was almost three hours later that Carl re-entered the studio to find her standing in front of a dull blue canvas with no visible concept, other failed attempts scattered on the floor.

           As Fantasia continued to add paint to the piece as she spoke, “I’m almost done.”

           “There’s nothing there. I told you to make a story, not a mess on a canvas.”

           “Just give me a minute.” Fantasia looked over her project one more time before turning to face Carl. “It’s done.”

           Carl sighed. “My dear, I sincerely hope you are about to surprise me.”

           “Don’t I always?” Fantasia turned on the lamp she had set up to shine over the painting from the upper-right corner of the canvas. The shadows cast by the ridges in the paint formed a city block, crowded with silhouettes.

           Carl nodded. “Pleasantly surprised, indeed. It’s an interesting idea to use the light, I may have to use that at some point.”

           “Thank you,” Fantasia’s smile grew as she looked between Carl and her painting.

           “I figured this would take you a larger portion of the day. You’re more than welcome to stay if you’d like to continue working.” Carl wheeled over to his lift and continued a large piece he had in progress.

           Fantasia grabbed her bag and found a place to sit on a table across the studio from Carl’s lift. She sat cross-legged and hunched over her sketchbook as she drew her mentor at work.

           Markus entered the room and approached Fantasia. “What are you drawing?”

           “Carl,” Fantasia replied lightly and showed Markus the page. “It’s fun to draw him when he’s too busy with other things to stop me.”

           “I can still hear you.”

           “But you won’t stop me cause you’re already in the lift.” Upon receiving no reply, Fantasia continued to sketch.

           “Do you need anything while I’m here?” Markus asked politely.

           “Just your company, if you have some time.” Fantasia looked up from her work to smile at him.

           Markus smiled back. “Of course.”

           Fantasia scooted over and moved her bag to the floor to make room for him. She patted the newly opened space, which Markus gladly filled. When he was seated on the table comfortably, Markus switched between watching Fantasia draw and watching Carl paint, almost as though he was studying.

           “What do you think?” Fantasia tilted her sketchbook Markus’s way to show him her semi-finished drawing.

           “I think it’s very life-like.”

           She hummed, “Mm, an easy answer. I’ll get an opinion out of you one day.”

           “Were you looking for another response?” Markus questioned lightly.

           A small huff left Fantasia’s chest. “No, Markus. It’s okay.” She smiled at him. “I think I’m gonna get some lunch. Carl?” She called across the studio, “I’m gonna make lunch, do you want anything?”

           Carl continued to paint as he replied, “No, I’m fine, help yourself.”

           “Awesome,” Fantasia hopped off the table and held her hand out toward Markus. “Do you want to come?”

           “If you’d like.” Markus took Fantasia’s hand and neatly slid off the table before following her into the kitchen.

           When Fantasia got to the kitchen, she immediately turned to Markus and asked, “What do you think Carl would like to eat?”

           “He said he didn’t want anything.”

           “Yes,” she huffed, “But he always says he doesn’t want anything and then as soon as I bring food into the studio, he asks you to make him something. I’m just trying to take out the middle step.”

           “He does seem to have a pattern.” Markus replied. “What about a salad?”

           “That sounds great, Carl could use some vegetables in his life.” Fantasia went to the fridge and collected lettuce, peppers, a cucumber, and some other vegetables. “Do you have any chicken breast?”

           “Yes, second shelf from the top.”

           “Awesome,” Fantasia grabbed the package and handed it to Markus. “Will you cook a couple up while I cut veggies?”

           “Of course.”

           The two had lunch put together in 20 minutes, and Fantasia put it out on the table while Markus went to collect Carl.

           “I said I wasn’t hungry,” He said, rolling up to the table. “But that does smell pretty good.”

           Fantasia smiled. “I figured you’d say that, that’s why we made enough for two to begin with. Here.” She placed his salad in front of him on the table.

           “Aww,” Carl said with disdain. “I smelled chicken, I thought it was all chicken. This is not real person food, it’s for herbivores.”

           “Good thing you’re an omnivore and can eat both.” Fantasia picked up her utensils and stared at Carl from across the table. “Eat.”

October 13, 2037

12:27 P.M.

           As Fantasia walked into the station, she was greeted by the call of her name.

           “Tasia!” Gavin jogged over to her and snatched the paper bag from her hands and kissed her on the cheek before plopping down at his desk. “Finally, I’m starving.”

           She sat down in her usual chair. “You’re super affectionate today, are you dying?” Fantasia said it between bites of fries.

           “Fuck you, I’m in a good mood.”

           She nodded, “Ah, there you are. What’s up?”

           “I made a big arrest today, for your information,” He laced the second half of his statement with attitude. “We’ve been looking for this guy for months,” Gavin continued to talk around mouthfuls of food, “And I got him today, cause I’m the fucking best.”

           “Uh huh.” Fantasia gestured with sarcastic curiosity, “So were you the only police officer at the scene, or did you have other people there?”

           “There were others.”

           “Uh huh, and did you do all the work by yourself while they just stood around, or were they all involved?”

           Gavin narrowed his eyes. “The second one…”

           “Uh huh, so did Gavin Reed get him or did the DPD get him. Together.”

           The pleasant expression on Gavin’s face melted. “You’re a soul-sucking terrorist. You know that?”

           “Chris, I fixed him!” Fantasia called out across the station.

           “Thank you!” Came back from the general direction of the break room.

           Gavin’s eyes went wide, “What was that?”

           Fantasia replied nonchalantly, “Chris texted me while I was on my way over. He said you were being scary. I fixed it.”

           “I hate you.”

           “I am the only person you don’t genuinely despise on some level or another, and I brought you food, so you have to be nice to me.”

           He grumbled to himself and silently ate his food with his normal, grumpy disposition until Fantasia got out her sketchbook.

           “What are you drawing.”

           “You’re talking with your mouth full, and it’s disgusting.”

           “Sorry m’lady.” Gavin dramatically attempted to swallow the entire mouthful of food and almost choked before trying to pretend nothing happened and asked again, “What’re you drawing.”

           She looked at him, perplexed. “Do you regret that? Do you regret what you just did, or do you stand by that?”

           “Yes.” His voice was strained as he coughed and reached for his drink.

           Fantasia nodded slowly with an affirmative hum before answering Gavin’s question. “I’m drawing you with a smile on your face. It’s so rare, I figured I’d capture it forever. Ya know, ‘make a picture, it’ll last longer’ and all that.”

           “That is not how the saying goes.”

           “Do I look like I give a fuck?”

           “Ouch, the Clever Comeback Queen has struck again, let’s hear it folks.”

           Fantasia rolled her eyes. “What else do you have going on today?”

           “Paperwork.”

           “Ah yes, saving the world and filling out paperwork. Real heroes don’t wear capes, they wear dirty leather jackets and listen to shitty music.”

           “Hey,” Gavin pointed accusingly at her, “You stay off my music. Carry on My Wayward Son is a classic.”

           She scoffed, “Yeah maybe, but its but its older than Hank and you act like it’s the last good song ever released.”

           “Cause it is.”

           “No. Look me in the eyes,” She pointed at her own face with two fingers. “I listen to you blast all kinds of terrible music from when you were in middle school and high school that is way different than Kansas, and I am willing to put money down that the only reason you’ve ever even heard of that song is cause of that show you used to watch cause you thought it would make you cool.”

           Gavin’s face crunched, trying to formulate a response, but he caved, “I got nothin.”

           “Yeah.”

           “You free this weekend, or do you have super special painting practice?”

           “I’m free, I think,” Fantasia stated as she started cleaning up their lunch. “Carl has some fancy charity auction thingy that I’m not allowed to go to.” She shrugged.

           “Why not?”

           “Oh, ya know, big names only, they have a reputation to keep up.”

           “So, you’re not even allowed to go?”

           “Nope.”

           “That’s dumb.”

           “Agreed. You wanna go out instead?”

           “Depends,” Gavin considered.

           “On?”

           “Are you gonna be pissy the whole time about how you didn’t get to go to the auction thing?”

           “What? No. It’s literally a bunch of old dudes in a room talking about ‘strokes’ all night and pretending they aren’t talking about their dicks. I am totally fine not being the only female in that room.”

           “Awesome, then I’ll see you later? I gotta get back to work.” Gavin gestured widely to his mostly empty desk.

           “Yeah, you have fun with all that. I’ll shoot you a text when I pick a place.”

           “It better not be some shitty line-dancing bar again.” He called out as Fantasia started to walk away.

           “If you actually cared you wouldn’t make me choose every time.” She shot finger guns at him before she turned to leave.

November 2, 2037

6:09 P.M.

           “So, dad, what’s for dinner?” Leo walked into the dining room where Fantasia and Markus were serving dinner.

           Fantasia’s smile dropped as soon as she saw Leo’s face.

           “Oh, hey Tay, wasn’t expecting to see you here. Are you on the menu tonight?”

           The resulting scowl and glare that Fantasia produced could have pierced most people’s skin, but Leo didn’t back down. “Nobody calls me Tay,” She seethed.

           “Exactly! So, I’m unique!” He smiled a shit-eating grin.

           “So, you can call me Fantasia. Nothing else.”

           “Oh ouch,” He turned to Markus, “That bitch is almost as cold as your insides tonight, huh?”

           “Leo,” Carl interrupted, “That’s enough. What do you want?”

           “Well food for starters, if you’re offering.”

           Carl made no gesture to offer the things his son demanded. “Why did you come here, Leo?”

           “What, I can’t just come over to hang out with my pops?”

           “You never have before,” Fantasia spat.

           Leo turned on her, “I’m sorry, who were you again? This is my dad, not yours, little orphan girl.”

           “I said enough,” Carl restated sternly. “No more games, Leo. Why are you here?”

           “I need money.”

           Carl looked confused, “I thought you said you got a job.”

           “Yeah, well it fell through and now I need money for rent.”

           “What do you mean it ‘fell through?’”

           “They found out about the ice, does it matter?” Leo’s agitation covered his face.

           A sigh left Carl’s chest, “How much do you need?”

           “A thousand dollars.”

           “Fine.”

           “Thanks, dad, I knew I could count on you.” Leo made a pointed glance toward Fantasia before he spoke again. “I’m glad the help is keeping you good company while I’m away.”

           “I’m not-” Fantasia started but dropped it when she saw Carl’s face. He was already upset, and she didn’t want to make it worse for him.

           “Was that all you needed?” Carl asked hopefully.

           “Yeah,” Leo started back out toward the door. “I can’t stick around. I got places to be.”

           “Oh.”

           “I’ll see you around pops,” Were Leo’s last words before the door closed behind him.

           Fantasia immediately turned to Carl and asked, “Are you okay?”

           He took a deep breath before replying, “I’m fine. What did you two make for dinner?” The smile on his face was forced.

           Markus chimed in, “Alfredo that Fantasia insisted we ‘wing.’”

           “I just didn’t want it to be something from a cookbook you have memorized! I wanted it to be fun!”

           Markus smiled. “It was fun.”

           “Then the mission was accomplished, can I eat now?” Carl reached for his plate.

           “Yeah, sorry.” Fantasia set the table the rest of the way and sat down across from Carl to dig into her food.

           The two ate in relative quiet with only the sounds of the dishes being washed as background noise.

[kinda-ooc-just-a-little]

Heart of a Lion

Chapter 5 Third Time’s a Charm

Shinso x Reader

Rated M for Future Mature Themes (Not Explicit)

Tags: slow burn, mutual pining, secretive quirk

Summary: You never wanted to be a hero. You come from a long family of heroes, so why not just be a normal person? That’s what you hoped, until you re-connected with your old High School friend/crush.

Chapter 1 / Chapter 2 / Chapter 3 / Chapter 4 / Chapter 5 / Chapter 6 /  Chapter 7 / Chapter 8 / Chapter 9 /

It’s been two years. Exactly two years since you started working as a secretary at the agency and every day you can feel your soul leaving your body. You never thought someone could be so full of themselves to the point they have no regard to anyone around them, but your boss proved otherwise. He thought he was so important that he didn’t need to do any work himself and left it all on you. Countless nights were spent finishing up reports and documents of the day, only to go home at midnight, pass out, and start the whole day over again. Sure, the pay was great, overtime even better, but everyday you wondered how much you could take.

Until a few weeks ago, you were informed that even after two years, you would not be getting a raise.

Screw this. You thought.

You decided it was time you give up thinking you’ll be anything other than something for your boss to ogle at and started applying for… more credible hero agencies. Surprisingly, again, you already got an interview lined up for the next day and could not wait to tell your boss that you would be leaving his sorry ass.

That is… if you got the job.

You cringed to yourself. Having to come back to this job may be the final day you lose your sanity and you’re not sure what you would do to your boss if he calls you ‘baby doll’ again.

The clock strikes 5 PM and it was time to go home. You groaned, thanking whatever god was out there that made the day slow, ending with no overtime paperwork and more time to prepare for your interview.

You grabbed your things, only to be called by your boss.

“Hey, baby doll!” He gleamed.

You clenched your fist and forced on a smile. “Yes boss? Is there anything you need?”

“Oh, nothing. Just wanted to say I’ll miss you tomorrow. The office isn’t the same without your pretty face, doll!”

You gritted your teeth. Does he even realize how inappropriate he is being right now? Or… ever? “Sorry, boss. I just got some personal things I have to get done.”

“Well, don’t take too long. You know you’re the only one who can do good work around here. Besides me, that is.” He grinned.

Your patience was running thin. “Well, I got to get started on those personal things, so I’ll see you later!” As you basically ran out the door.”

“Come back soon, doll!”

Your pretty sure that there were a select few people who could pull off calling others ‘doll’ and he for sure was not one of them.

You arrived at your apartment and immediately fell onto the bed. Life seemed so… boring after you left UA. You suppose this life was safer than being attacked by the league of villains every other week. Though, you always wondered what it would be like to be working as hero. You could have been working next to the top heroes. Maybe even be working next to Shinso.

You clenched your fist. You truly missed him. The first couple months of graduation was great, but then it turned out just like when Shinso joined the hero course. You both got busy and suddenly neither of your schedules matched up, especially when your boss started… flirting with you, for lack of a better term.

You heard your phone’s notification go off. You opened the screen to see a breaking news article about a monstrous villain attack in central city. You immediately sat up from your bed. The attack was near where your interview was. You flipped down the article. There seemed to be no severe damage to the area where the attack took place. You exhaled in relief, thanking the spirits that the building your interview was in didn’t get demolished the day before your interview.

You flipped through the rest of the article and stopped at a photo that was taken at the scene of the crime and felt your heart skip when you saw a familiar indigo in the background. It was Shinso. It looked like he was directing civilians after the chaos, and he was… smiling. You clenched your phone. He looked so… happy. You couldn’t even remember the last time you genuinely smiled.

You grunted and got up from your bed, tossing your phone onto it. There’s no time to reflect on old crushes. You made a light snack, took a shower, and went to bed.

 “How early can you start?”

You were practically reeling in your head. This is too good to be true. You really hoped you weren’t dreaming.

“Immediately.” You say. “Please.”

“That’s great! Our team has been behind as our heroes have been taking on more cases each day. Then we had to transfer people to the dispatch department and that was a whole thing.” You saw him write a phone number on a sticky note. “I’m sure you saw that big fight near here on the news yesterday.”

Your eyes widened. “I did. Was it this agency that took care of the incident?”

“Yep!” He responded. “We managed to take care of it thanks to the heroes we have, but the team spent most of the night cleaning up, which could have been resolved quicker if we had more people.”

“I understand.” You said. “I’m grateful I can be one of those people. I really think working here could benefit not only myself, but a lot of people.”

“I like that enthusiasm.” He handed you the sticky note and smiled. “Just let me know if anything changes or if you need to contact me. I expect you here bright and early Monday morning!”

You returned the smile as you grab the note. “Thank you so much! I promise I’ll be here, Eight AM sharp!”

“Awesome! Let me walk you out to the lobby. I know this place can get kind of confusing.”

“Of course.”

 You stared at the note on the way down. It all felt like a dream with how fast everything was happening.

“Oh, before I forget.” Your interviewer turned to you as you reached the lobby. “Next week the team is taking a trip camping to the forest for some ‘team-building exercises.’ It’s required from HR every now and then, however, since your new, we’re not forcing you. Unless you want to, that is.”

You mull it over in your head. “I’m not sure, it might be too early to-”

You jumped as you heard your name shouted from across the room. You were shocked to hear your name being shouted here at all places, but you more shocked when you recognized the voice.

Shinso. You turned to see him practically running away from the group he was walking with to join you.

“S-Shinso? What are you doing here?” you said, a little bit too timidly.

“I work here. What are you doing here?”

“I’m… um… working here too.” You inwardly groaned. Of all the times to be nervous, why was it now?

“Yep! This is our new team member!” The interviewer said. “I have to get going, but just think about the trip and let me know if you want to attend.”

“Of course. Thank you once again for this opportunity.” You bowed and shook his hand.

“No, thank you. I’m sure after a couple of weeks, things will slow down and the work load will be easier for everyone, so don’t stress too much. I’ll see you Monday!”

You waved goodbye and realized you were left alone with your past friend/crush/turned acquaintance. You wondered if it was too late stop existing.

“Are you going to the camping trip?” Shinso observed you curiously.

“I’m not sure.” You shrugged your shoulders. “I think it would be too early for me to participate in team-building exercises.”

“You should go. It’s easier to get to know other people and…” He rubs the back of his neck, just like he did in high school. Classic Shinso. “I’m going too. It would be nice to talk again.”

“Because the last time we promised to talk went swimmingly.” You ssid, a little too much venom in your words. You couldn’t help it; your nerves were on fire.

“I know… I’m so-“

“No.” You cut him off. “This time was my fault. I prioritized my job over you and I’m sorry for that.”

“Well, it didn’t help your boss was an egotistical obnoxious prick.” He grinned.

You laughed. “Yeah, that too.”

An awkward silence fell between you two. You felt like it was the last day of school all over again. Finally talking again but feeling dreadful because you know in the back of your head there was no way you would be more than what you were when you met him.

You heard the group Shinso was with interrupt the awkward silence to call his name.

“Damn it.” He clenched his fist and turned to you. “I have to go. Please consider going on that trip. I’ll even let you hang out with me if you get shy around the team.”

You scoffed. “Please. I don’t need help talking to people. I was the one who talked to you first, remember?”

“Of course. I’d… never forget you.”

You could practically feel your blood pressure increase. Damn. When did he get so smooth?

“Just think about it.” He said as he turned to leave, “I’ll be waiting.”

All you could do was watch as he walked away to join the other heroes.

You let out a deep breath and try to believe that you were actually talking to Shinso again. You hope you weren’t dreaming, only to wake up alone and with a shitty job again. You take a couple deeper breaths.

No. This is real. Shit, this is real.

You fast walked out the door before the small happy tears that welled up in your eyes fell.

[trinitykitten]

BNHA Ideas. Angsty and Gay.

Okay! These are some BNHA Au’s and little ‘skits’ I came up with and have had for a while. I have two more that are far more thought out. I don’t really plan on writing out any of these so feel free to use the ideas! I’d love to see them come to life! I’ll post the other two if people want them.

*Bakugo and Uraraka fighting*

Tsuyu to Todoroki: Unstoppable force meet immovable object.

Midoriya: Both of you stand down now.

*Uraraka and Bakugo grudgingly comply*

Todoroki to Tsuyu: Unstoppable force, immovable object. Meet undeniable order.

———

Angsty one:

Midoriya records the stories of all his classmates and friends.

And a lot of there deaths.

Yeaaahhhhh fucking morbid, but hey. He’s preserving their memory.

Also even better if he becomes a villain.

———

Animatic:

Girls/Girls/Boys

Tsuyu Ochako Izuku

I think this one explains itself.

———

YUTS Midoriya plays a prank on Endeavour he calls the “Christmas Carol” prank.

He gets Hino to be past, Nana present, and Rei future. Christmas Day Endeavour gets a special visit. Todoroki is informed, probably after he notices his father panicking, that this is a Christmas present from the ghosts and Midoriya.

OKAY BUT HOW DID NO ONE MAKE THIS YET ITS TO PERFECT.

———

Kohei Horikoshi as a BNHA character.

Quirk: Guiding flame

His quirk allows him to manipulate the world and people around him as if he were writing them in a story. Limitations are that the “rewrites” have to already be possible and he can not change the past no matter how much he may want to.

Horikoshi seems to like fire quirks a lot so I put a nod to that in naming his would be quirk.

———

1-A fights for Deku’s love but Shinsou pops up and joins in.

They set up a tournament style thing with trivia and obstacle courses. Eventually they all just start arguing over the results and how it’s unfair and doesn’t mean anything.

Then Deku, who has been trying to get there attention this whole time, is told to decide who gets to be his boyfriend/girlfriend and he just yells “IM AROMATIC YOU IGNORAMUSES.”

They are all shocked the precious bean called them dumb but more saddened by the knowledge they never had a chance to begin with.

———

“Todoroki you bitch get back here!”

Uraraka “W-was that??? DID DEKU JUST CALL TODOROKI A BITCH??”

Todoroki running for his life “Can we PLEASE focus on calming him down?!??!!??”

Uraraka “If even Deku is cursing you out you probably don’t deserve being saved from his wrath.”

Bakugou hiding under a couch “Bitch your on your own try not to fucking die.”

———

Soulmarks AU:

People are connected with soulmarks which are pictures of animals like bunnies or deer and such. To differentiate between different ‘Clans’ all people within a group have the same animal with the same colors. It is possible to be apart of several groups though it’s extremely rare to be connected to more than three groups. Groups consist of ‘Watchers’ and ‘Followers’. Watchers take care of their followers physical and mental health and followers are extremely loyal and protective of their watchers.

Watchers are not necessarily stronger or older than their followers but they are often empathetic, or have leadership qualities. Many clans stay together or stay in touch most of their lives. Some even work together as heroes or in gangs.

———

Todo, Deku, Uraraka, Iida, and Bakusquad are hanging out in the dorms. Bakugo went to bed at 8:30 like the nerd he is.

Ashido: Hey Mido, why does Bakugo seem to hate you so much? What happened?

Deku: Oh I think it’s mostly because I dumped him.

Denki: Wait, WHAT.

Uraraka: You dumped HIM?

Todo: You dated him?

*Iida, Ashido, and Hanata in shook silence*

Kirishima: Dude you need to explain a bit more than that.

Deku: *eyes shining with manic glee* Middle school was fun.

Kirishima: Maybe be a little more specific?

*Text from Baku* : I sense a disturbance.

Everyone starts freaking out while Deku just starts texting back : I was wondering, does your dislike of me have anything to do with getting absolutely overthrown in middle school?

Baku: Fuck you. No. I’m not that petty I just wanna destroy the competition.

Deku: I’m competition? I’m flattered!

Baku: Whatever nerd. When you gunna ask out IcyHot?

Deku: When you gunna stop hitting Kiri and just ask him out?

Baku: NIGHT BITCH.

———

Trans!Bakugo

His parents are fashion designers in canon so to add a bit to that they make more androgynous cloths and things like sports wear including some top of the line sports bras and jackets.

———

Midoriya attempts to get Aizawa off coffee onto hot chocolate instead. (With help from Mic and Midnight)

He starts bringing coffee to Aizawa in the mornings at the dorms because ‘I made to much and figured you want some’ he just keeps doing this until it’s expected. He also slowly starts changing what he brings to be more hot chocolate than not. Mic and Midnight help this along by swapping Aizawa’s own coffee out with a mixture Midoriya made of coco powder and coffee grounds.

Eventually after like three months he walks up to Aizawa in the teacher dorms and hands him a big hot chocolate with wiped cream and says “here’s your coffee.” In deadpan while the other teachers giggle in the background.

Aizawa who immediately figures out what’s happened just takes it and says thanks. Making Mic start laughing like a maniac.

———

Midoriya

Quirk: Split.

It lets him ‘split’ himself creating clones of himself that represent different sides of himself. This includes ‘Sunshine boy’ ‘Deku’ ‘Villain’ ‘Hero’ and ‘Nerd’.

‘Sunshine Boy’ or Midori is the child like caring side that gets the other sides to get along.

Deku is the depressed one that, after meeting his new friends at UA starts to basically turn into Amajiki.

Villain who goes by Midoriya is like Monoma and is kinda crazy. He’s also the second smartest of the group.

Hero responds to Izuku and ‘HELP ME’ (hehe jokes) he’s the super determined one that runs at danger without realizing to save anyone. He’s kinda an idiot.

Nerd likes to be called Izu and is the smartest and the one that generally keeps the others in check. He is analysis and knows everything there is to know about every hero and villain he is aware of. Which is basically all of them.

They sometimes only come out a few at a time which lets the others influence change their personalities slightly.

An example being if only Deku and villain ‘came out’ they would be really chill. Deku just being a bit shyer than Midoriya usually would be and Villain having a shorter fuse.

- Villain (Midoriya)

Is a huge dork and would rather cause wide spread inconvenience and petty theft of snacks rather than actually hurting anyone due to the efforts of Midori and his therapist. Midori is pretty much the only one he listens to and is the one who first got through to the big old tsundere.

———

Deku does a flip off the roof and starts haunting Bakugo to make sure he becomes the number one hero. That his punishment. Atone you don’t have a choice.

Everyone else can see Deku when he wants to be seen, he chooses to let Bakugo see him most of the time. Turns out broccoli boi had a quirk. That quirk is called haunt. It lets him hang around some and keep track of his mother and the Bakugous because they where the only people he really knew and cared about when he was alive. He hangs out with his mom some times when he can but mostly he sticks to watching Bakugo and his new friends.

When Bakugo gets kidnapped he’s pretty sure Deku will just float around and watch to see how it goes like normal but instead he flips out. He wasn’t teleported with Bakugo cause he flitted off to help Kota, this lead to him not being able to get through the portal in time. So he makes himself known and basically drags Aizawa and All Might to where he is. He goes to Bakugo ahead of the heroes and frets and fusses about his precious Kacchan severely confusing the villains because “Why can’t I hit this kid?!??”. Deku had been becoming more protective of the class but after that basically decides 1A is now his adopted family and devotes himself to keeping them out of trouble.

———

Deku is a mob boss but runs it really well and takes care of his employees. Then on the side he’s taking out super villains and dealing with media drama. He’s got different people running different things; Todoroki, Bakugou, Uraraka, Iida, and Tsu help take care of organization, distribution, security, and resources. While the rest of the class has slightly lower and more specialized roles but are still in charge of their respective programs. Some by themselves while others work in groups of two or three.

1A are all apart of ‘security team A’

Most of them have other jobs they do within the mob but some, like Bakugo work full time in the security team. The A team work as bodyguards for the ones in charge while in public and they all work together to take out strong villains and especially villain organizations.

So there working on taking out the Eight precepts of death and they decide they’re gunna need some outside help with it. So Izuku, being the all knowing people person that he is in this Au calls Aizawa up on his phone and asks if he wants to help destroy a villain organization. Aizawa thinks it’s sketchy as fuck but he goes anyway and is extremely confused when this LITERAL CHILD. Yes a FIFTEEN YEAR OLD BOY. Just walks up like “Hello my name is Midoriya Izuku.” And Aizawa is even more confused because This is apparently the guy that owns most of the fucking city. Izuku is having none of the “your a literal child how are you CEO of so many businesses” and he just replies with “When you own the mob the mob does things for you.” And turns around to walk down the street towards where Bakugo and Todoroki are waiting with a tinted window car and fully decked in suit tie and so many god damn weapons it’s ridiculous you can’t actually see any of them. So of course Aizawa is n o t getting in the car with a bunch of shady fifteen year olds that may or may not be affiliated with the mob. “Alright what do you want from me.”

Izuku explains Eri’s situation and somehow convinces Aizawa to help and he eventually just kinda joins the mob as an unofficial babysitter for all of them.

———

The “Midoriya saved us from low key pedophile villains” club

It’s just Bakugou, Kota, and Eri.

———

Let her go

Post BakuDeku

Baku sad cause Deku is either dead or a villain.

———

Symphony of... Delay idea

In an exercise both classes are apart of everyone gets into pairs of two, trying to last as long as possible against the rest of the two classes. It’s basically a giant man hunt in one of the bigger training areas. However, to make it more fair on the pairs that have to run away and defend themselves, the classes where given two weeks to prepare a strategy and gear. Todoroki and Midoriya of course team up and come to the brilliant conclusion they’re going to become a dark souls boss and totally screw everyone over.

They recruit Mei to make them extra warm winter outfits that still let them fight. Then they get to work on making Todoroki’s ice more precise with Mido boosting it. They also ask Recovery girl about the energy gummies she has after checking they could bring snacks. After asking Aizawa if he had any suggestions as to where they could practice a particularly large and blatantly obvious “Move” they where trying to perfect Aizawa got them a pass to one of the training grounds that weren’t being used at the moment. Aizawa was (though he’d never admit it) kinda exited to see this play out. It was going to be hilarious.

The day of reckoning. Todo and Mido went last. Everyone was given breaks in between each persons turn which lasted from a minute to ten minutes each. Though the breaks weren’t particularly short, they had been doing this all day and where getting tiered by then. A couple people where cocky due to the last pair seeming distracted earlier. Someone had seen the two arguing and it made it even easier to doubt them.

That was a mistake.

Todoroki and Midoriya’s plan included this:

- Act like they’re not working together properly.

- Go in to the area as far away from the starting point as possible.

- Midoriya boosts Todo’s ice and they frost the entire area.

- Ice palace.

- Todoroki sitting on a throne in the main hall with Midoriya on a balcony behind him playing the Boss Music which consists of different boosts he can use on Todoroki the ice king : New Dark souls boss.

- Midoriya of course snacking on energy gummies and using offensive music against anyone who gets to close to his perch.

Chaos ensues.

———

Midoriya, Shinsou, and Todoroki’s spirit animal: Scotty Sire

Mido: Mister Glassman

Toshi: awkward

Todo: Notice me

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BNHA Fic: Blink! Ch. 9

Read Ch. 8 | Masterlist

SPOILER ALERT: Continuing with the Hassaikai Arc. From hereon, I’m basically inserting Ren into the story here. Out of the entire story, this area felt the most organic part in fitting my OC in.

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Several days later, the interns were called to show up without their costumes. Kirishima and Ren headed out of the dormitory and saw Midoriya, Uraraka and Asui not too far behind them. They weren’t heading to Kansai today, rather just an hour away from U.A. to Sir Nighteye’s Agency. And by coincidence, their destination ended up being the same, with the Big Three greeting them all at the front door. The students entered the building and found themselves in a big room with Fat Gum, Ryuukyuu, Gran Torino, Aizawa-sensei and several other high classed heroes.

“What’s going on...” Midoriya uttered out and looked around in confusion.

Hadou greeted her mentor in the form of a running hug, asking why everyone was gathered here, to which she mention it’ll start soon with Nighteye taking charge. Ren’s chest got hot, her throat closed from the nervousness.

Sir Nighteye emerged, thanking everyone for showing up and supplying all the information they could and got down to business. Everyone took their designated seats in the meeting room. Ren was seated between Kirishima and Amajiki. Directly across from them were Nejire, Uraraka, Tsuyu, a few other pro heroes, Midoriya and Togata.

“I’ve called you all here to discuss the small organization known as the Shie Hassaikai,” he announced. “They seem to be plotting something and wanted to share with you all exactly what we know. Let’s go over everything step by step.”

Her eyes widened.

It’s been nearly eight years since she’s heard the name of that organization spoken.

Shie Hassaikai.

The Eight Precepts of Death.

Her breath hastened upon hearing the name as her heart pounding hard against her chest and pupils dilated in rage. Unconsciously balling up her hands into a tight fist, her mind wandered back to her past. The smell of their charred corpses lingered in her olfactory, the riddled white-hot pain singing all over her body. She wanted to vomit, her shallow breaths shaky.

Sensing her unease, Kirishima placed a gentle hand on her forearm, shocking her back. The look on her face was one of a horrible trauma, one that isn’t so easily erased by talking. Her breath hitched in her throat and stared into his concerned ruby red eyes.

“Ren-senpai...” he softly called. “Are you okay?”

Her elevated pulse seemed to have slowed itself upon the redhead calling out to her, bringing her mind back to the present.

“Y-yes...” she stammered out in a whisper and looked away, hugging herself. “I’m fine.”

Amajiki noticed his junior’s current state of mind bumped her other arm with his elbow. She met his gaze, only to see his bandaged upper arm from the shot he took last week. It was his way of reminding her whatever she was thinking, she needed to see the bigger picture and not pigeon-hole herself with her own issues.

Ren inhaled a big breath and exhaled to calm herself, clearing her mind of any unnecessary thoughts as the brief continued on with Bubble Girl explaining the origin of the investigation stemming from a band of thieves called Reservoir Dogs.

From there, Nighteye’s sidekick, Centipeder, took charge of the remaining information, where he divulged the leads he looked into found the organization had made contact with outsiders and dealers from the black market in order to secure funds for something. The lights dimmed as the projector came on, showing a photo of two people on screen; one of which was wearing a plague mask, the other an ordinary looking man by the name of Bubaigawara Jin whose villain alias was called Twice.

This man supposedly had connections with a group called the League of Villains.

The same group who were involved with the USJ and Kamino incidents.

And for some reason, they seem to be interested in class 1-A.

Gran Torino entered the discussion when the League was mentioned and directed his attention to Midoriya, warning him of being dragged into some possible nasty business with this case.

Continuing with the discussion, Nighteye’s female sidekick mentioned the reason they were here was due to them reaching out to the Hero Network for assistance. That’s when a pro hero by the name of Rocklock interrupted by sneering at the students being here, saying they would be in the way. Ren’s eyebrows immediately knitted together in annoyance, glaring at the arrogant hero across from her.

“What’re you glarin’ at, girl? You wanna have a go at me?”

Before she could respond, Fat Gum immediately intervened to deescalate the situation.

“These three here are super important participants to the plan!” he shouted.

“The Hassaikai was once suspected in dealing illegal drugs,” Nighteye butted in to bring the meeting back on track. “This is why I called in a hero who was familiar with this.”

From there, Fat Gum took to the conversation and explained what happened last week in Kansai, where Tamaki got shot with a drug that destroyed quirks. Togata quickly stood up from his seat.

“Are you gonna be okay, Tamaki?!” the tall blond boy asked with concern.

“Yeah… I’m back to normal after a night’s rest.” He proceeded to transform his arm into a cow’s hoof. “And I ate some good gyudon to recover. See?”

“So the kid got better? Then the stuff’s not permanent,” Rocklock commented.

“On that point, I turn to Eraser Head for that,” Nighteye answered.

“The drug seems to act differently from my quirk,” Aizawa explained. “My ability temporarily stops the quirk factors from activating rather than damaging it. What we call quirks are just special additions to our body, which are the Plus Alpha Elements; the quirk factors are everything included within that spectrum.”

“We ran Tamaki’s blood work at the hospital after the attack, the tests showed his quirk factors were damaged,” FatGum disclosed solemnly. “Luckily, his body’s natural healing was enough to fix the problem.”

“Are there any other leads with this?” one hero asked.

“Were the doctors able to analyze what he got shot with?” another added.

“Unfortunately, they found nothing. The shot itself only attacked his quirk. The gangster in question completely shut down and the gun was destroyed,” the big man replied. “All we had going for us was that one empty round. But...”

The burly hero turned to Kirishima’s look of concern.

“The vial that bounced off of Kirishima’s body was fully intact and we were able to get a full analysis from it!”

“Whoa! From me?!” the redhead exclaimed, still trying to figure out what everyone was talking about, earning praises from the girls sitting across from him.

Fat Gum’s expression soon turned dark.

“The contents we found from the substance… revealed human cells and blood.”

The whole room fell into a state of small panic. The look on Midoriya and Togata was washed with a heavy sense of regret and shock, knowing more to Fat Gum’s statement.

“So the effect is from someone’s quirk who can destroy quirks… How terrifying,” Ryuukyuu noted with worry.

“I’m sorry but… how does this substance connect the Hassaikai to this?” one hero asked.

Fat Gum summarized the chain of command for drug distribution based off of his expertise in the field. Within those links, he revealed Hassaikai made a business transaction with one of the middlemen within the web. Nighteye also added Ryuukyuu’s recent run-in with one of the middlemen, where they had to fight off a villain who gave himself the quirk booster for his gigantification.

“This seems to be a bit of a reach, isn’t it?” one hero spoke up. “It all sounds too coincidental. Are you sure you’re not organizing this just so you wanna see it that way?”

The image on the projector over Nighteye’s head switched to a clearer photo of a man’s side profile with a plague mask on his face. Ren stared intently at it, burning the image into her head.

Short, unruly black hair…

Cold, piercing eyes that cared only about destruction…

She unconsciously reached up and gripped her left shoulder, gritting her teeth.

“Their young leader is Chisaki Kai. His quirk is called Overhaul, an ability to destroy and then heal. Then we have bullets that destroys quirks.”

As Nighteye continued the discussion, Ren noticed the facial expressions on both Mirio and Midoriya. It was the same as hers from that night: that look of discerning fear and hopelessness knowing they could’ve done more.

It was the look of one who caught a glimpse of hell.

“In our investigations, we also turned up Chisaki has a daughter who has no birth record, so the details are unclear there,” Nighteye declared. “When Midoriya and Togata encountered her, she was covered in an excessive amount of bandages.”

That’s when they put two and two together: There’s reason to believe Chisaki is using the girl’s body to create quirk-erasing bullets and selling them in the black market.

“Now, we’re not sure if he’s selling yet,” the tall and slender man reiterated. “But I assume this is a testing phase given how short the drug’s effect was. If he’s simply handing out samples in order to gain followers, we’ll need more proof despite knowing he’s bringing people in from all over the world to get funding. What if the final version of this bullet achieves the ability to permanently erase quirks?”

And outcry of Chisaki’s motives and actions rung across the conference room.

“So had your kids rescued the girl, this issue would’ve been solved?” Hardlock scoffed.

“I take full responsibility in that matter. Don’t blame them,” Nighteye firmly stated and placed a hand on his chest. “They didn’t know the extent of the circumstances. These two did their best to save her. Out of all of us, they’re hurting the most.”

Both the boys suddenly stood up, promptly knocking over the chairs they were sitting in.

“Next time...” Midoriya began with gritted teeth.

“We’ll definitely save her!” Togata shouted with a clenched fist.

“And that… is our goal,” Nighteye finalized.

“That’s great and all, but do you really think he’d hide the girl at the headquarters? If it were me, I wouldn’t,” Rocklock pointed out. “Seeing how these brats already spotted the girl, we’ve already lost the element of surprise. And even if we do attack and she’s no longer there, how will we know where she is?”

“He brings up a lot of good points, Nighteye,” Ryuukyuu replied and turned to the spectacled man. “What do you think?”

“That’s exactly the problem: we don’t know how far Chisaki’s planned ahead. If we don’t deal with it in one blow, they’ll have a chance to counter us.”

The overhead projector image then changed to the map of Japan with a series of dots cascaded all over the country.

“Which is why we’ve looked into all the groups and organizations who have had ties to the Hassaikai and the locations where they have control,” Nighteye elaborated. “No stone was left unturned when making this list. We’d like everyone here to assist in searching each of these locations.”

“That’s how us minor heroes can help…” one voiced out in understanding.

“Why are we goin’ about this the long way?! You were All-Might’s sidekick, weren’t you?!” Fat Gum immediately erupted with a surge of anger. “While we’re doin’ this, that poor girl’s out there crying by herself!”

“We have to play it smart,” Gran Torino interjected to mediate. “If we rush now and screw up, it’ll end up fanning the flames. Look at how Stain’s arrest was used by the League of Villains to boost their popularity. With a quirk-destroying weapon in play, their possible motives may have the same effect.”

All the heroes soon got into a frenzy of arguments in regards to the best way to go about the mission until Eraser Head raised his hand to ask a question regarding Nighteye’s ability to see into the future and requested him to use it as a possible way to find a solution. The tall and slender man tilted his head down and answered, “I… can’t do that.”

He proceeded to explain his quirk, Foresight and its limitations. When Eraser Head still couldn’t understand why, Nighteye gave a grave example.

“What could I do if a merciless death awaited in the future of the person I saw?”

The commotion in the room died down as quickly as it came.

“My ability should be used as insurance when there’s so many uncertain pieces in play.”

“Even if you foresee a death, you can still put a plan together to avoid it right?!” Rocklock shouted.

“It’s not like a fortune you read. And there’s no proof to show you can avoid the outcome,” he wearily replied.

No matter how many times Rocklock tried to reassure Nighteye, he broke down and simply uttered an, “I can’t.”

“Can’t you see he’s uncomfortable with using it?” Ren rudely blurted out under her breath and crossed her arm, annoyed at the tall man’s incessant prodding. “Read the mood.”

“I don’t remember askin’ your opinion, little girl,” he chided, earning him a death glare from her direction.

“The name’s Blink, you worthless lock-headed imbecile!” she barked, ready to shift over to his side of the room to punch his lights out. Suneater held her back by her shoulder, knowing how she could get when her emotions ran high.

“Have you even said anything useful during this meeting? Nighteye’s agency’s been the one doing all the leg work and you sit there all high and mighty complaining about how he won’t use his quirk on you? Get over it! You’re a pro right? Then act like one!”

Taken aback by her sudden outburst, the heroes shifted in their seats uncomfortably.

Rocklock turned his attention to the portly hero and barked, “Fat Gum, you gonna let her say those disrespectful things?”

“Hey, asshole. I’m over here,” she growled out in English, her anger no longer veiled. “You want respect from me? Fucking earn it, bitch.”

“Blink, that’s enough,” Fat Gum harshly warned, getting the gist of what she said based on tone, despite not fully understanding. “You’re an asset to this mission and I really don’t want to kick you out.”

She let out a hard breath and leaned back in her seat again with a loud clatter, turning away from the table. An awkward silence followed her outburst.

“Let’s… just proceed with the plan as is.” Ryuukyuu changed the topic to move the conversation along. “Don’t forget, there’s a young girl in trouble here.”

Nighteye jolted up from his seat and slammed his palms on the table, as if to rid himself of his emotions he momentarily laid bare from before.

“Our goal is to resolve the situation as quickly and effectively as possible. Locate the girl and secure her rescue.”

After thanking everyone for their future cooperation, the U.A. students filed out first to get some air while the pro heroes were filled in with the specifics of the mission.

“Ren-senpai,” Kirishima called. “I have to admit, I was really angry with what Lockshock was sayin’ ‘bout us. But you were the one who spoke up for us, so… thanks.”

“It needed to be said,” she replied bluntly. “He was pissing me off.”

“Sure that was the only reason?” Amajiki questioned, earning him an annoyed look from her.

The eight sat down at a table in the lobby with feeble attempts to relax. Out of everyone in the meeting, Midoriya and Togata were the most emotionally affected.

“What exactly happened when you guys were patrolling?” Ren summoned up the courage to ask, the look of extreme frustration gracing both their faces.

Both boys took turns telling their side of the story when they ran into Overhaul with the little girl named Eri. She still couldn’t believe her ears: a cold-hearted monster like him produced an offspring?!

It was unthinkable.

At that moment, Ren may have been a little selfish for a fleeting thought: What would she have done were she in their stead?

Would she have been able to control herself in not ripping his throat apart?

Would she have gone after the child too?

The latter thought made her sick to her stomach.

She’d be no better than him if she killed a child for her own sense of justice!

Both her and Amajiki looked at Mirio, realizing this was the first time he’s ever been this down before.

“Mirio-senpai…” Her voice shook with a mixture of anger and rage, lulling him back to the group. “Chisaki… Was it really him?”

Already knowing where the conversation was going, he looked up and faced her with a concerned expression.

“Ren-chan…” he began in his deep voice. “You should remove yourself from this case.”

“That’s not your call,” she coldly responded.

“You’ll act irrationally,” Amajiki predicted. “Given your ties to this.”

“W-wait, wait,” Uraraka interjected with a tone of confusion. “What’s going on? Why should Ren-senpai not be apart of this?”

The Big Three looked away with hesitation and clammed their lips shut. It’s not that they didn’t want to say; it wasn’t their place to. Ren let a heavy breath through her nose, the word vomit burning to come out at the base of her throat.

“Chisaki killed my dad and brother when I was eight… while I was living in California.”

The four first year’s breaths audibly hitched upon hearing those words slip out, their eyes widened in shock and sadness. Before she can say any more, the elevator dinged and out emerged Eraser Head.

“What’s wrong? You look like you’re holding a wake,” he casually remarked while walking over. The students greeted their teacher, to which he reminded them to call him by his hero name when they’re out in public.

“How did the debrief go?” Ren suddenly asked, in hopes of changing the topic.

“Well, I originally planned to suspend all of your internships today…” the ebony haired man started, only to be interrupted by Kirishima’s protest. “Since the League of Villains may be involved, that changes things. But y’know, Midoriya…”

He then turned his attention to the viridian haired boy.

“You haven’t regained my trust yet and you got into that fight,” he bluntly stated. “I have every reason to believe if I stopped you right now, you’d jump into this anyway.”

Eraser Head squatted down to meet Midoriya face-to-face, his stern expression unchanging.

“I’m watching you. We’re going by formal procedures this time if you act out again. Got it, problem child?”

Both Amajiki and Hadou comforted Togata while he was still moping, with the latter person reminding him there’s nothing he can do about his feelings of regret, to which the blond boy sniffled and gave a strong affirmation.

“Let me tell you something. That hand of yours… I bet she felt something other than despair when you reached out,” Eraser Head encouraged. “So keep looking forward.”

[bakudekuficlibrary]

BakuDeku: Protective Katsuki Part II

Click here for Part I & Part III!

2 Series. 66 Works.

Super Mario Maker by Pop_Rocks (v_love) ( E | 3,734 | 1/1 )

Midoriya is smart, and a nerd, meaning that when the entire class decided to take on the aspect of buying Super Mario Maker for the collection of games in the common area that he became sort of a living legend when it came to designing the levels.

Some were just joyous well designed little prank-type levels, others were difficult — but not impossible — and the rest? Well, those were impossible.

For all but one.

His Kacchan.

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In which Bakugou rages.

Series Part 4 of Kacchan and Deku's Shenanigans

Fireflies for the Moon by Best TankTopist (Keyade) ( M | 12,238+ | 3/? )

Katsuki is finally a man, a full fledged samurai of one of the strongest and oldest clans in all of Edo. And what better way (according to Kirishima) to celebrate his coming-of-age than in true warrior style - visiting a teahouse in the red light district and spending a night with a kagema? After all, the best way to commemorate one's manhood (also according to Kirishima) is to sleep with a man...right?

But amidst all the pleasures, vices and lavishly dressed courtesans of the floating world, it's a stumbling teahouse slave that Katsuki notices, with old scars on his hands and fresh ones on his back, a young man with defiant green eyes and an inexplicable fascination with the Way of the Samurai.

[Graphic Depictions Of Violence | Rape/Non-Con | Abuse]

[Series] Arranged by amiluna ( Not Rated | 102,764 | 2 Works | Complete )

Izuku knows as a quirkless he will be married off soon...he had hoped it would be to someone he wanted, but then life always messes with him like that. Add in the childhood friend he forgot and you have one hell of a mess for the boy who just wants to decide for himself for once.

After Arranged, Izuku moves in with Katsuki. From here on out, he encounters hardships revolving his former friend and the joys of making a new friend. The only question now being will it all blow up in his face and threaten everything he has?

[On Hiatus] Impulse by HG_Wells ( Not Rated | 4,418+ | 1/? )

Midoriya Izuku is a just an ordinary Beta with no Quirk, bullied and tormented for his lack of unique abilities. His main assailant is his chlidhood friend, Bakugou Katsuki. His bully is rather special, born with a genetic defect that makes him stronger than a normal Alpha. They call the ones with these defects 'S-Ranks'. Laying dormant in Izuku's body is his own S-Rank, it takes an inherited Quirk from his Step Father to pull this torpid trait to the surface.

Who did this? by VMarus ( Not Rated | 1,311 | 1/1 )

Izuku misses plans he made with Katsuki.

Series Part 3 of Quirkless, Not Helpless.

[Graphic Depictions Of Violence | Bullying]

Werewolf in The Witch's Forest by Unoutan ( T | 6,028 | 1/1 )

The sky is blue, the air is chilly and the leaves are falling all around the forest, but a wolf with pale fur is close to death at Izuku's feet...and the witch-in-training, collecting his herbs alone amongst the trees, is the only one who can help.

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!

[Graphic Depictions Of Violence]

[On Hiatus] Stay With Me by ALonelyGod ( M | 34,000+ | 8/15 )

ON HIATUS

Katsuki Bakugou was the greatest samurai that ever lived, but tragedy after tragedy has left him broken and... well, immortal. He is given something that is both a gift and a punishment. Katsuki now treads through life surrounded by death.

Todoroki Shouto walks the earth with no memory, but his duty: To help souls cross to the other side.

Izuku Midoriya has been bullied his entire life just because he is quirkless but that doesn't change his sunny disposition. Good thing he has his ghost friends who has been following him since he was a child.

What would happen when these three cross paths and realize what they really mean to each other?

This is inspired by the k drama Goblin!

[Graphic Depictions Of Violence | Major Character Death]

Stereotypes by TabiCats ( Not Rated | 9,011+ | 9/? )

What if....

What if the assassination classroom a.k.a. The End Class existed in the same world as U.A. High School? and they are breaking all the stereotypes.

Bakugou Deals With Jealousy in a Creative Manner by Renex ( E | 1,672 | 1/1 )

“That fucking half and half bastard I swear to god next time he pulls some shit like that again I’ll blow his head right off his shoulders.” Bakugou practically snarled, slamming the door to his dorm room shut before tossing his bag to the ground and collapsing down onto the bed.

“Kacchan, relax. He was just helping me that’s all.”

“Helping you?” The short-tempered blonde practically snorted, sitting up on his elbows so that he could get a better look at the freckled boy standing in front of him. “The man was practically tongue fucking you.”

drive-by by infernalangels ( E | 12,661+ | 4/? )

He should’ve never let Uraraka drag him here. The whole place reeked of beer and gasoline, drunken laughter breaking out from the group of boys he and his best friend approached. Izuku honestly didn’t know why he’d come. Signing, he began to follow Mina, silently praying he wouldn’t regret this.

Oh, he had no idea.

or: Katsuki Bakugou is everything Izuku Midoriya despises: a tattooed covered badass who takes no shit from anyone. He's arrogant, rude, addicting... Maybe that's why Izuku can't stay away.

[Homophobia]

Stupid Deku is a Stupid Ghost Cry-baby by sushisama ( G | 3,030 | 1/1 )

Izuku follows Katsuki to a haunted shrine on Halloween.

Series Part 1 of A Ghost and A Werewolf go to a Haunted House

Secret Love by xbluedropx ( Not Rated | 1,001 | 1/1 )

Where Izuku is dating Katsuki, famous pro hero Ground Zero but none of his friends know about Izuku. They found out and see a sweet side of Bakugou.

Series Part 3 of Songs

The Way You Used To Do by edema_ruh ( T | 23,710+ | 3/? )

"We're really sorry", his father says, in that teary-eyed, wobbly way Katsuki most certainly didn't inherit from him, thank fuck. "But your friend, Izuku, he's...", he hesitates for a moment, as if trying to find the right words for that situation. "He's gone, son", he concludes, giving Katsuki's hand a squeeze. Behind him, his mother stands, face almost as impassive as ever.

Katsuki can do nothing but blink up at them for moments that feel like an eternity, eyes darting between both his parents in obvious confusion, disbelief, and, more than anything, indignation.

"What the fuck are you two talking about?", he asks, not as aggressively as he would have liked to. "The damn nerd is standing right beside you!"

During a battle, Midoriya gets hit by a villain whose quirk detaches his soul from his body. Being assumed dead from his lack of brain function, the boy enters a race against time in order to save himself from permanently dying. Much to his luck - or lack of it -, the only person who can see and talk to him in his soul-like state is no one other than Kacchan.

in the eyes of the beholder by altruisticizuku ( T | 3,918 | 3/3 )

life is difficult.

midoriya and bakugou stumble through it, together even when they feel apart.

180 degrees by snoodlesfounder ( M | 56,084 | 17/17 )

They haven't seen each other in ten years, but it feels as if they were never apart.

Midoriya Izuku's father, Toshinori-Midoriya Yagi, has cancer. He is fading fast, and there is only one solution, an unofficial hospital in the middle of Montana, in America. Because the hospital is uncharted, no communications go in or out of the hospital, and because of the 'healing' method, no one can leave.

It has been ten years since Bakugou Katsuki has been in love, or maybe it's been ten years since he's seen the person he's in love with. However, the voice on the balcony between he and Kirishima's apartments is just a little too familiar.

[Past Abuse | Past Rape/Non-Con | Past Addiction | PTSD]

Under the Moon by snoodlesfounder ( M | 56,694 | 9/9 )

Izuku Midoriya was Kidnapped at the beginning of his third year at UA high school, six months ago. There were no leads for almost six months, and the Hero's were starting to give up. Bakugou Katsuki finds out what everything means under the moon.

Hello! This is only my second work so please be kind, and I should update at least once every two weeks at random intervals because finals are about to beat my ass! <3<3<3

[Graphic Depictions Of Violence | PTSD | Suicide Attempts | Past Abuse]

Distance by IAmStoryteller ( T | 32,273 | 11/11 )

Distance makes the heart grow fonder. (Izuku and Bakugou deal with living life thousands of miles away from each other in their own way)

Series Part 2 of The Wonder Duo/Kacchan and Deku

[On Hiatus] Where the Stars Burn Brightest by DriftingGlass ( M | 18,467+ | 3/? )

In a world where countries are torn asunder through quests for greed, power, and understanding the realm of industrial technology and ancient magic, only the strongest—and smartest—live a full life.

Every individual is born with a phrase marking their bodies, linking them to their soulmate through the threads of fate and time.

Izuku Midoriya is born with only half of a soulphrase on his wrist, destined to never meet the other half. A cruel omen.

Though this has not stopped Izuku from dedicating his young life to researching soul-born magic and science under his master, the legendary Toshinori Yagi. He is determined to manifest his Quirk, with or without a destined soulmate.

However, his life takes an unexpected turn when he rescues a volatile criminal—a man of savage beauty and many secrets.

And so, Izuku realizes rather quickly that in his dangerous new quest, only the most willful survive, and if his new companion is anything to show for it, nothing will prepare him for what’s to come.

[ Rewrite of The Rhythm of Fire and Wind ]

[Graphic Depictions Of Violence | Past Abuse]

Learning to live by Luciel (Bananenfisch) ( M | 4,156+ | 5/? )

No man was created equal. Midoriya Izuku learned this harsh reality at the age of eight. It was not the diagnosis that he was quirkless, which shook his life.

No, it was not this diagnosis that destroyed his life. It was something much more serious.

or

where All Might is Midoriyas father. All is nice and peachy until Midoriya gets sick and they have to deal with the consequences and then Bakugo fucking Katsuki steps into Izukus life and becomes Izukus own special Hero.

[Major Character Death]

Stay with me, Midoriya by DehydratedTears ( M | 5,928+ | 5/? )

An alternate "conclusion" of the battle when Midoriya saves Kota during the Summer Camp attack.

Or, Midoriya is badly hurt and Bakugo is the only one who heard the scream for help.

[Graphic Depictions Of Violence]

The Long Walk by Umbreon_ly ( T | 11,873 | 1/1 )

Bakugou came out on top of nearly everything, because he deserved it, because he wanted it, because he told himself so. When a sickness came and upended the hero and civilian worlds, he rose up as an alpha. An alpha pro, shattering rogue villains and cleaning up the new dynamic world. He froze in his tracks for the first time in five years when he saw Izuku Midoriya in the middle of nowhere, for the first time in five years. Bakugou is terrified.

He was alone, it seemed. Dressed like a hero but quirkless, it seemed, the only person left alive not changed into any dynamic, it seemed. Bakugou approached him. He wants to apologize. Izuku wants to leave. So he runs.

Bakugou gives chase. He won't leave him behind this time.

[Graphic Depictions Of Violence]

Not like I do. by Unoutan ( T | 2,073 | 1/1 )

“Everything you’ve been through…they don’t, can’t…no. No. Sorry. They can and will judge you, but they can judge you all they want, but they don’t know a damn thing about you, Kacchan.” Looking down at Katsuki’s calloused hands cradled between his own scarred ones for a moment, taking in the differences, Izuku closed his eyes when he whispered, “Not like I do…”

Series Part 4 of Twin Stars Week 2018

i carry you in my heart by dumbdaisies ( T | 1,102 | 1/1 )

In the aftermath of a battle, Katsuki and Izuku tend to one another through the grief and guilt that come with the job.

A Hero's Welcome by brichibi ( E | 1,835 | 1/1 )

It’s cool. This life is cool. This moment is cool. He and Kacchan are cool, so cool. Their younger selves would be so proud of them, so excited about the bruises and near death experiences in their future. They’ve become the heroes they grew up watching on television, and really, it’s cool, the absolute coolest.

[Or: Being a hero isn't as cool as they make it out to be]

Series Part 1 of Twin Stars Week 2018

Innocence by bakudeku ( Not Rated | 3,367+ | 5/? )

He won't cry. If they saw his tears, they'd call him weak. He isn't weak. Yet, the tears still fall. Just as he thought, everyone laughs harder. Everyone except Kacchan.

No matter how much he yells that he hates Deku, he doesn't. He genuinely cares about him, and seeing Deku look like shit is bringing out some weird protective side in him.

[Rape/Non-Con]

spring snow by altruisticizuku ( G | 1,008 | 1/1 )

izuku is a bit of a lightweight and katsuki might be kinda jealous.

~~

bakudeku week 2018; day 2: romantic nights / dancing / your eyes

Series Part 2 of Bakudeku Week 2018

I Will Fight For You by erasethensleep ( T | 1,966 | 1/1 )

Deku's terrible at standing up for himself. It's a good thing Katsuki's there to yell at people for him.

Series Part 2 of Twin Stars Week 2018

All That Once Was by Currently_Underrated ( E | 6,226+ | 2/? )

Midoriya Izuku was not the most confident, powerful, special. He was also quirkless, Deku... I think you get it. But he was also transgender. Bakugou Katsuki, his once childhood friend, was the first one who knew when they were still in their early years.

But what happens when, after Midoriya attempts to save Bakugou, a transphobic/homophobic man finds out what he is and desides to "set him straight." It just so happens that Bakugou had a few words for Midoriya. So, Bakugou heard his screams.

Needless to say, Bakugou nearly killed a man, and was caught by All Might himself once he managed to sneak away from the press.

[Rape/Non-Con | Transphobia]

A Dying Breed by VMarus ( M | 12,013+ | 3/? )

The kingdom was under strick rule, technology rising and taking hold, magical creatures were slowly being hunted either for cash or for different qualities. Tribesman were forcably removed from their homes because of the Kingdom, the Kings excuse of merging them in with them or as he called it bringing them to civilization.Bakugou was sick of this, sick of the way the Kingdom treated his people as if they weren't people at all. He wanted changeBut what was Izuku's role in all this? -Fantasy AUBakugou is appart of a dying tribe and looking to make a stance against the Kings rule. Izuku is just a young village boy who somehow gets strung along by his morals and need to help.

[Graphic Depictions Of Violence | Major Character Death | Rape/Non-Con | Homophobia]

[Abandoned] UA hottest new couple and All Might's secrete love child ( G | 4,747+ | 3/? )

“You may think the winner of UA Sports Festive Bakugou Katsuki to be a hot head, mean, and sometimes cruel person but there more to him than that. We were able to catch a small glimpse of him being a sweet and caring boyfriend to fellow contestant Midoriya Izuku. We also learned why he acts the way he did about winning and why he treated his appoint Uraraka the way he did. But that pales in comparison to what we found out about Midoriya. We didn't believe it ourselves at first too but the evidence is too much. Midoriya is the son of All might. The number one hero. But that's not all he was also bullied for being supposably quirkless.” The man said on TV.

[Graphic Depictions Of Violence]   

I just want my deku by MajesticTrash ( E | 115,605+ | 12/? )

classic A/B/O. my own tiny tweaks here and there. izuku is the only male omega in the school. izuku MUST find a mate before his 21 B-day! he has 2 months and izuku has had it with angry explodi boy. can explodi boy redeem himself and show that he TOO can show love?! with the help of his best bro and his squad, katsuki WILL BECOME THE ULTRA ALPHA!. with the clock ticking, explodi boy will do whatever it takes to win the heart of his deku!. CAN KATSUKI GET THE OMEGA HE LONGS FOR , BUILD A NEST AND HAVE PUPS IN HIS FUTURE!?

a smear of blood, and a dash of ash, makes our art work wonders by MajesticTrash ( E | 10,882+ | 3/? )

life is a funny thing. it can be amazing, and it can be horrible. fate can change so many things. what would happen if hearts twisted differently because of life?. Izuku and Katsuki always wanted better lives. I guess they got what they wished for. now, the mates always murder together. Villains are more fun than heroes ever could be

[Graphic Depictions Of Violence | Cannibalism]

Planetarium by crescendoh ( G | 2,467 | 1/1 )

Whether it was his physical appearance or general demeanour, Midoriya Toshinori took most after his father. Sure, he had inherited his mother’s button nose and her sharp almond eyes but whenever the two-year-old called for his mother and held out his arms for her embrace, he definitely looked most like Izuku.

Alternatively known as “Bakudeku baby!”

Series Part 7 of Female Bakugou AU

follow the moon by kylieno ( T | 16,969 | 2/2 )

Katsuki had told him not to come. Deku didn't listen, following him through the warp gate and straight into the heart of the League. Now, trapped and surrounded by dangerous criminals, Katsuki must find a way to protect both himself and his injured childhood friend.

It’s too bad everyone in the room wants him dead.

Endeavors of the Mind by KittKatt420  ( M | 44,464+ | 5/8 )

Bakugo and Midoriya both struggle with different aspects of their newfound relationship. Katsuki wants to be more open with his affections for Deku, but is hindered by his intimacy issues. Izuku covets Kacchan's affection, but is too afraid of being overbearing. BakuDeku-centric with mentions of KiriShido and TodoMomo. Yaoi. M/M Lemon flavored chapters.

[Panic Attacks]

How to Fight the Trials of Love like You Would A Villian 101 by purple_anonymous ( T | 35,180+ | 5/? )

When they aren't fighting villains or running a hero agency, the top heroes spend their days in the throws of a rom-com drama, where one guy is trying to find the right time to pop the question, and another is trying to not to pop the wrong question at the wrong time. Includes a duo who just want to spend their free time from villainy doing their laundry and probably watching old movies together, but instead becomes the go-to couple of relationship advice for all their helpless friends.

OR, a future fic in which the wonder duo are ACTUALLY(?) the couple with the most “stable” relationship compared to their friends, and somehow end up battling something other than your daily villains.

Hurts Like Hell by odasaku (jemtessa) ( T | 916 | 1/1 )

After finding out All Might is going to die Izuku finds his way into Katsuki’s arms.

[KatsuDeku Week --> Day 4: Comfort]

[On Hiatus] can't let go (losing my grip) by lovedbyshadows ( Not Rated | 8,698+ | 3/? )

"People aren't either wicked or noble. They're like chef's salads, with good things and bad things chopped and mixed together in a vinaigrette of confusion and conflict." -Lemony Snicket.

[Graphic Depictions Of Violence | PTSD]

a world without you (is isolation incarnate) by lovedbyshadows, PotatoGhostHaley ( Not Rated | 7,258+ | 3/? )

 "And ever has it been known that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation." - Khalil Gibran.

[Graphic Depictions Of Violence]

Inked Heart by Ludwhick ( M | 14,075+ | 6/7 )

Midoriya Izuku, a college English teacher, goes out drinking with his friends one Friday. After one too many shots, they all decide to get tattoos. Izuku ends up falling inlove with a certain tattoo artist.

Soft Pulse by SugarRose22 ( T | 2,827 | 1/1 )

Leave it to Deku to be the hero, to take all the hits and all the pain and save everyone like he's always wanted to.

Leave it to Izuku to break Katsuki's heart and make him whole again all at the same time.

[Graphic Depictions Of Violence]

Look at Me, Not the Camera! by baltshake ( T | 2,397 | 1/1 )

For every good act a hero does, there will be many interpretations of events with the top stories being as follows:

1. Gratitude towards the good act 2. How the good act was not actually good but bad 3. Closer to the facts but still some personal interpretation twisting 4. Who cares about the violence? We want to know who's sleeping with who now!!

OR Bakugou and Midoriya have a regular day in their lives as pro heroes

Who said you can't teach old dogs new tricks? by Mackalmorr ( G | 9,922+ | 4/? )

Bakugou and Midoriya adopt a stray child. Said child then releases hell when he begins to copy Katsuki's mouth and Izuku's self-sacrificial tendencies.

Katsuki didn't sign up for this shit. Izuku's head over heels.

The best part is you by Pudding_and_madness ( T | 1,755 | 1/1 )

Midoriya Izuku and Bakugou Katsuki are pro heroes working at the same hero agency, and their schedule is a big mess. As always, Izuku tries to be a hero 24/7 without catching his breath which raises a concern in Katsuki, which he attempts to address one night.

Or: Bakugou Katsuki just wants to take care of his boyfriend.

Instinctual Love by ChestnutPatronus14 ( M | 2,191 | 1/1 )

Is it instinct or love that drives him to protect the Deku? He’s always been protective of him, no one gets to hurt him. But in a world where Deku is the only dragon without the ability to transform, it has never stopped him from following the prince around. So when he gets hurt, is it instinct that drives him to find him? Or is it love?

Part of Katsuki Bakugo Week 2018. Day two (Instinct/Love)

Series Part 2 of Bakugo Week 2018

Bloom by anontigg ( M | 3,419+ | 3/4 )

Midoriya Izuku is in love with his childhood friend all his life. He thought keeping his feelings hidden would be fine...until his life is on the line.

(Basically a hanahaki disease au fic...and I suck at summaries. forgive me TT TT)

[Suicide Attempts]

Don't let the hero fall by choimarie ( G | 786 | 1/1 )

Day 4: tight embraces

Izuku’s heart was full.

Nothing could change that.

But that call.

Series Part 4 of Bakudeku week 2k18

The Dragon King's mate by twilightwings ( E | 23,424+ | 7/? )

Izuku decides to go after a rare flower that only grows, on a mountain in the Dragon King's territory. She discovers someone from her past living with the dragon, she is plunged into his world where she fell in love with him all over again. however there a noble knight who wants her hand in marriage. But However, there something sinister in the wake, when is a threaten force from the past is threating to return.

Breaking Point by miracha123, The_Crafty_Cracker ( M | 10,363+ | 5/? )

“Some men aren't looking for anything logical, like money. They can't be bought, bullied, reasoned, or negotiated with. Some men just want to watch the world burn.”

[Major Character Death | Panic Attacks]

Black-eyed Susan by JunNoAce ( E | 16,903+ | 3/? )

As children Izuku and Katsuki meet and become childhood friends, but Izuku then moves away. Izuku wishing he didn't have to leave, promised that one day he will come back and they will be together forever. Married. Katsuki held him to that promise but, of course, failed to realize Izuku was in fact a boy. Fifteen years later Izuku never came back and Katsuki come to believe that he has been forgotten. That is until Inko, Izuku's mom comes back to town saying Izuku is in trouble and needs his help! And thus an adventure for Katsuki and Izuku awates. An American Western AU with Sex, alchohol, violence, and trying to fight off a whole gang of bandits from trying to take his Deku away?!

[Graphic Depictions Of Violence | Homophobia | Sexism]

It's Like Copper by Pop_Rocks (v_love) ( T | 2,040 | 1/1 )

Blood has a funny taste, very few people put their tongue to the red with the thought or desire of tasting it. Maybe it occurs through sucking gently on a paper cut on their finger, or the gentle sting of a cut inside their mouth. Yet there is that familiar taste all know, like you just picked up a coin and tossed it in your mouth. Everyone describes it the same: it tastes like copper. Metallic.

----

In which Bakugou has a nightmare.

Series Part 9 of Kacchan and Deku’s Hooplas

[On Hiatus] World, Meet Katsudeku by CruelCharisma ( T | 6,538+ | 2/? )

A series of Katsudeku one-shots in which Izuku is quirkless. (I also have a series where he does, in fact, have one for all. If you were curious.) 1.) Teacher!Izuku

2.) There was once a somewhat… tempered hero. A very good hero. Well, at least when it came to blowing stuff up. It was what this hero strived in. Now, our very tempered hero is taking a break from being a somewhat tempered hero in favor of… taking a break. Some would even strive to call it a “day off”. And Ground Zero sure as hell hoped that it would be a fucking relaxing one.

3 (+1) Months by Butterfree ( G | 6,381 | 1/1 )

“I wanted to let you know, Young Bakugou, that I am really proud of you. Not just of Young Midoriya but you as well. I never doubt that you will become the best hero.”

“Th-Then watch me do it.” Katsuki let out, allowing his thoughts to run against logic and ask for the impossible for this one moment when no one could see. “Watch all of us damn well conquer everyone and laugh.”

“I will.” All Might chuckled. “Even if you can’t see me, I’m here.”

It was cheesy, it made no sense, but Katsuki found himself believing it. In the midst of the foreboding sense of finality, the man who gave the world his everything made one selfish request.

“Take care of Izuku.”

It's the last time they talk alone before All Might passes away.

[Major Character Death]

When He Smiles by Quirkyasfok ( G | 2,388 | 1/1 )

Bakugou Katsuki may not be the nicest person in the world, but even he prefers to see the green-haired nerd smile.

or Deku cries a lot and Katsuki just wants him to be happier

or I get BakuDeku feels while listening to the song Absolutely (Story of a Girl) by Nine Days and have to do something about it

Quiet by thepizzaman ( Not Rated | 5,336+ | 1/1 )

Everything seemed to be going smoothly for him, for once, since moving to the city. His job was secure, he had people to watch his back, and had a cheap apartment. Despite the outward appearance that hatred was looming in the air between him and his coworkers, they put up with him, and thanks to their manager they all had convinced themselves it was their personal duty to annoy the hell out of Bakugou in order to uncover the secret soft side he absolutely did not have. So far, he was good. But all that was thrown onto it’s head when Izuku Midoriya stumbled into the bar on a slow Friday night, already half way drunk.

[Graphic Depictions Of Violence | PTSD | Abuse]

"I hate your last name." by button_masher ( G | 1,083 | 1/1 )

bakugou asks izuku to marry him and its cute

Journey To The Past by LocalTrashBin ( T | 20,239+ | 4/? )

Bullets echoing through the air of a cold December night, flames engulfing halls and a heartbeat drumming against his ear, are the beginnings of all Deku could remember.

His life gone by without knowing who he was, Deku embarks on a journey to escape his country accompanied by two conmen in the hopes of uncovering his past. Through it all, one name lingers in his mind and on his lips.

Prince Izuku. (Bakudeku Anastasia AU)

[PTSD]

20 Kids and a Teacher vs. the World by AlexInfinite ( T | 12,970+ | 5/? )

Once upon a time, the world was terrible, and two kids who grew up together ran away in order to fix it. Two years and a conversation later, their party grows from two 15 year olds with the lacking of self preservation skills to a party of 20 insane kids and the poor teacher they brought along for the ride. Finding a legendary civilization in the clouds in order to stage a revolution shouldn't be too hard, right?

Izuku, ever the pessimist of the original two, begs to differ.

The King's Consort by VirgilEmeralds ( E | 3,890+ | 1/1 )

The King Bakugou Katsuki was tired. After years of concubines, he finally wanted something more. He wanted someone to last, to live the rest of his life with him. He needed a Consort.

Bearer Midoriya Izuku just hopes he could claim his Lordship titles. He didn't think he would be in the running to be the King's consort nor did he think he would fall for the ruby red-eyed royal either.

[Major Character Death]

[Abandoned] Till Death Do Us Part ( M | 1,990 | 1/? )

Izuku Midoriya finds himself on quite the situation. Having been sent on a supply run for medicine, him and his two companions Kirishima and Shinsou are all separated by a horde.

All alone, a reanimated hand pulling his shoulder towards a rotting jaw, Izuku says his last regards to his loved ones and waits for the inevitable ripping of his own flesh.

But it never comes.

-

Ikuzu/Hitoshi is only really referenced a few times. Katsuki/Izuku is the main ship.

Rated mature for scenes of violence and gore.

[Major Character Death]

[Series] Twin Stars Week by ChestnutPatronus14 ( M | 3,104+ | 2 Works | WIP )

As a child, Izuku was forced to inherit the All for One quirk. Izuku never knew why he was, he wasn't even aware he had it for the longest time. His parents never lost their quirks around him, and neither did Bakugo, the only person to have seen what had happened to Izuku. Growing up, he started to realize he was different, that he could take the quirks of others but he never showed it off to anyone. It was a secret... Then his life began to spiral out of control. His parents were killed. He was given another quirk by his idol that he could not refuse. His brain beginning to feel like it was on fire, Izuku set out to do what he thought was right: Make sure that no villains were ever able to hurt those he cared about, and to make them pay for what they had done to Kachan. Part of Twin Stars Week Day One: Stargazing / Blood / Blankets / Childhood

If there was one thing that Katsuki knew, it was that Deku never lied to him. Despite everything that Deku was becoming, Deku never lied to him. Yet when people begin disappearing all across Japan, Katsuki is forced to wonder is it just a random occurance, or is the person who he has sworn to protect, lying to him without him knowing? Is Deku the reason behind the recent disapperances, and if he is, has he snapped and started to kill innocent people?Part of Twin Stars Week Day One: Falling Stars (Stargazing / Blood / Blankets / Childhood) Day Two: The Fault in Our Stars (Secrets / Protect / Hands / Fear)

[Graphic Depictions Of Violence | Major Character Death]

Matters by QueenOfArcher ( E | 6,922+ | 3/? )

“Just be yourself, even if the whole world turn their back on you, hate you. I’ll be there, standing tall and proud, shout to the world that I’m yours. So come back to me. Promise that you’ll stay with me.”

“I...can be myself? And you won’t hate me?”

“Yes.”

“Okay, I promise.”

[Graphic Depictions Of Violence]

Greco - Roman by Eerei ( Not Rated | 2,350+ | 1/? )

After the attack on Corinthus by the ruthless Roman army, Greek Izuku Midoriya is forced away from everything he has ever known. Left wondering whether his mother is safe in Athenae or not, Izuku is suddenly caught up in the life of an Alpha General whose skills and features seem nearly god-like.

Say, why does the statue of Mars look so familiar? - Katsuki has found the one the Parcae have prophesized about. So, disguised as a Roman General, the alpha will drag the useless omega to the Mons Capitolinus before Jupiter to put an end to the possible destruction of the Olympians. However, there seems to be just one problem.

Why can't he hurt this greenhaired freckled nerd?

The Reason Why by Oravarily ( Not Rated | 1,309+ | 1/2 )

Bakugou had warned them, he warned the League of Villains not to hurt, threaten, or kidnap Midoriya. All he can say is he warned them. Todoroki was also warned about Midoriya, not to get to close to him. However not following his father's orders was the reason he existed so he did, and now he finds himself struggling with new feelings. Meanwhile the Deku Protection Squad forms, and attempts to rescue the kidnapped Deku! They might not have to though. 

[velvetchen]

Dynamic | pt. iii

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Scenario: Superhero AU Pairing: Chen/Reader Word Count: 2988 Rating: T (warning for language)

Summary: You’re the leading superhero of the city, and you’ve fought Dynamo for years. It’s the way it should be - good vs. evil, hero vs. villain. But what happens when a bigger evil threatens everything?

<< previous part x first part x next part >>

Pushing the door open, you see that the coffeeshop is almost full. Every booth is occupied, and the only free seat is a small table by the window. You set your bag down and slide into the chair, pulling your phone out as you wait. You’re early, it’s still 10 minutes before you arranged to meet. Settling down, you check your notifications - nothing new, just a commendation email from the NSN and a couple congratulatory posts from your fellow superheroes. You smile and tuck your phone back into your pocket.

“Hey, Y/N,” comes a voice from above. You look up to see Jongdae, standing there with a grin on his face and his hands resting on the table.

You relax into a smile, but suddenly, you’re nervous. “Hey, Jongdae. You’re early,” you say as he slides into the seat opposite you.

“Not as early as I’d hoped, it seems,” he replies. “I wanted to get here first.”

You laugh, reaching for the menu. “It’s hard to beat me, I’m early to everything. Force of habit.” What you really mean is that you’re so used to blinking everywhere that you never lose time in travel. Ah, the advantages of superpowers.

The waitress comes over, a smiling woman in a blouse with coffee stains on the sleeve, her pen poised above her notepad. “Um, pancakes with fruit and an espresso for me, and-”

“Eggs and toast and apple juice, please,” Jongdae finishes, folding the menu and setting it aside.

“Anything else?”

“No, thanks,” you say, fiddling with the strap on your bag. Today, instead of your pink backpack, it’s a huge fuschia purse that comfortably fits all your superhero stuff. Big and flashy, you know, but you absolutely can’t leave the house without your suit and weapons. You can get a call at any time, anywhere, no matter where you are or what you’re doing. That included things like coffee dates. And dates in general. Another reason why you didn’t go out often.

When your coffee comes, you take a sip in an attempt to distract yourself and hiss when it burns your tongue, hiding your grimace behind the cup.

“So, how come I’m seeing you often around here?” He’s almost slouched in his chair, bent over comfortably as he watches you. “Since you don’t live here, that is.”

You make a vague gesture. “Oh, you know, work.” Hopefully he doesn’t ask what work, because you only go to the school three half-days a week and your superhero duties call you at all times of the day. You didn’t think it would be plausible for you to walk around his neighbourhood at 3 AM. You really hated lying, but it was part of the job – leaving parties halfway because a fake aunt was in the hospital, ditching friends to pick up imaginary siblings.

But he doesn’t prod further. “Oh, I forgot. So how long have you been working at the school?” You take a couple more sips of coffee – it’s at a more bearable temperature now.

“Not long, actually, I joined this school year,” you say, thinking of the last two weeks. “I only work half-days for now because I have afternoon classes, but I can’t wait to be a full-time teacher.”

He’s watching you intently over his food, the stare focused and almost unnerving. “Do you like the responsibility?”

“What responsibility?” You laugh. “It’s just mostly fun, working with kids. Fun and rewarding. I’ve got way too much responsibility outside of work, anyway, to take on heavy things, like, I don’t know, an administrative position. I’d have no time for what I liked.” You shovel another bite of pancakes into your mouth, washing it down with coffee.

“So your work is your hobby, and your hobby is your work.” His lips quirk. “Sounds like a nice life.”

You laugh with him. “That’s true. I just,” you took another sip of your coffee, “there are always a lot of people depending on me. It makes it kind of hard to do things for myself.” You wince internally. You didn’t mean to say that; was it too much truth for a first date?

But he’s nodding, almost like he gets it. “Sometimes you forget about yourself when you’re doing things for other people.”

“Yeah. Do you work?”

“Well, it’s not full-time, but I go around singing at bars. Pays well, and there’s free drinks, so,” he shrugs, “not a bad life at all. Hey, do you want to come see me sometime? I’m performing at Paragon on Tuesday.”

“I’ll be there,” you agree. “Tuesday? Isn’t that a small crowd?”

A nonchalant smile. “I take what I can get.”

You raise your eyebrows. “I’ll bet.” A buzz in your pocket makes your heart sink and you close your eyes slowly, groaning on the inside. Of all the times, you had to get a ping now? Wasn’t it enough that you were scheduled for patrol that night?

You pull the phone out of your pocket. Alert: disturbance of unknown origin on the northern side of town. All first-tiers requested immediately. Level 8 threat.

At that, you inhale sharply. Level eight threat of unknown origin? Just what exactly was going on? You frown and put your phone back, looking up to meet Jongdae’s eyes apologetically. “I have to go. I, uh, my mom’s in the hospital and she needs me now.” Your mom was actually safe at home on the other side of the country, but he didn’t need to know that.

“Oh, of course,” he gestures at you with wide eyes. “Go, please, I don’t want to keep you from her.”

“I’m so sorry, Jongdae,” you say, and you mean it. The date was actually going well – you actually liked him, the first person you’d liked in a long time. “Can I make it up to you?”

“Dinner with me after my show on Tuesday?” He looks more hopeful than you’d expected.

“Yes,” you grin. “Sorry, again.” You stand up, shouldering your bag, and sip the dregs of your coffee in one go. Then you pull some cash out of your pocket and hand it to him. It’s a bit more than your bill, but you’re in a hurry.

“Keep it,” Jongdae says, his hand over yours, tingly and warm. “It’s on me. You go, your mother needs you.” Then he smiles. “I really liked spending time with you today. See you Tuesday?”

Guilt bites your chest for lying to him when he was being so earnest and sweet, but it had to be done. “Tuesday,” you smile gratefully, backing away. You push out of the coffeeshop and break into a sprint. Fortunately, the coffeeshop isn’t far at all from your base, and within a minute you’re pushing into the shed and boarding it shut.

Suit. Contacts. Mask. Hair. You’re done in record time. Stowing your bag away, you close your eyes and concentrate. When you open your eyes again, you’re standing in the middle of one of the main streets – and in front of you is the biggest robot you’ve ever seen.

“What the fuck?” you gasp in awe, staring up at it. It has to be at least five stories up, and you can’t see what it’s shaped like from this angle, but its head – or what you think is its head – is reared back up even higher, lit with a ring of orange lights that look like fearsome eyes.

It’s also completely motionless.

“Been like that for the last half-an-hour,” says somebody next to you, and you turn to see Seism, one of the other first-tier heroes. He’s staring up at it with the same expression on his face, confused and awed and a little terrified. “Showed up with absolutely no warning. I was on patrol here and it just kinda…walked around that building there and sat down. Freaky.”

“You can say that again,” you breathe. “Any brief from the NSN?”

“No, I’m expecting one anytime now. I’m fairly sure they won’t abandon us like this.” He chuckles, but he sounds a bit freaked out. “Whirlwind and Inferno are here, but Inferno just kind of disappeared. I couldn’t find him.”

“Huh.” You squint a little more, trying your best to see past the sheen of black glass that must be its face. Who was controlling it? What did they want?

Suddenly, a part of it moves. You don’t even stop to think, pulling your blades off your black and blinking up into the air so you’re at eye level with the head – just as a long, claw tipped metal arm smashes into the spot you were standing in a second before. Seism throws himself out of the way, using his abilities to lift himself up into the air on a chunk of rock.  Before you can start falling, you yell a war cry and blink on top of its head, bringing your Blades down hard into the metal body.

They bury themselves into the metal and stick, not even going through. Wide-eyed, you pull them out and blink over to another spot on the head, trying again. Here they don’t even dent.

The giant robot starts to uncurl itself under you, and you scream as you’re flung off hard. You only just manage to regain your senses in time to blink back to the ground and fall into a crouch, waiting, watching.

The clawed arm that tried to crush you unwinds into a pointed tail. The head rears back, the body uncurls. Two massive metal arms stretch from its sides. It rises up on two back legs that dig into the asphalt below with huge, wicked looking metal claws.

“It’s a dragon,” you gasp, as it bellows a metallic screech. The skeleton of one, anyway. The giant metal “wings” are just bones, and the body is long and sinuous, the segmented parts moving like a spine.

“Rush!” yells Seism, running toward you. “Look out!”

You blink away and roll to your feet just as the tail comes crashing down on you again. And again. Blink, roll. Blink, roll. Finally you spring to your feet and blink forward in a sprint towards its clawed feet as the tail comes whizzing horizontally along the ground, almost rolling you like a bulldozer. You’re tired, your head spinning from dodging, but you manage to concentrate enough to leap up – and blink so that you’re hanging on to the smooth metal of the leg. Pulling your disc blade out, you lodge it into the leg and use it to gain a handhold. Can’t hit you with the tail again, you figure, at the risk of toppling itself.

Now that you’re safe for a few seconds - you need a plan.

You grasp the lodged Blade as tightly as you can as the robot moves, trying to shake you off. Looking around desperately, you gauge the surroundings. Short structures line the road, none of them taller than this behemoth. There was, however, a way you could get high enough.

“Seism!” You yell, getting ready to let go of the leg. “I need a lift!”

He gets your drift immediately, and suddenly huge chunks of earth are shooting up into the sky, higher even than the reared head of the dragon.

You yank your Blade out of its leg and blink, landing on one of Seism’s platforms with ease. Then you tumble forward, aiming your disc Blade in an utterly perfect throw at the glass that covers the dragon’s face. You don’t look to see if it hits your target, just blink up to the next platform. Dive off. Catch the rebounding Blade. Flip upside down and throw again, catch yourself and blink up to a higher platform.

A spiderweb of cracks spreads across the glass. The dragon roars, swatting at the platforms with its bony wing blades. They smash into dust in slow motion.

As you vault higher, you see something move beside you. It must be one of your fellow heroes – but no, it’s Dynamo, and you’re almost thrown off your game for a minute. What’s he doing here? You don’t stop to wonder, just throw your Blade again. Maybe if you can shatter the glass completely, you can find a way to get inside and –

You only just manage to blink away this time as the platform you had been on barely a second ago falls into smithereens. Catching your blade, you throw again – but there are no more platforms to jump to, and you’re a good seventy feet off the ground.

Panic grips your chest and you gasp. You try to close your eyes, to blink to safety, but you’re strangely drained. It’s too hard to concentrate when you’re falling faster and faster by the second. A scream leaves you as you start to plummet –

- and crash into something solid. “I’ve got you,” the voice rumbles, and you’re pulled up into the air in someone’s arms.

Dynamo? Why would he – I thought he was working against me!

“Why are you here?” It comes out more accusing than you meant, and you wince on the inside. He did just save you from certain doom.

“Aw, and here I’d thought you’d be happy to see me,’ he says, carrying you back down to the ground slowly on his Hoverboots. Tingles of electricity are shooting up and down your back where his hands hold you steady against him. “You’re welcome, by the way.” His feet touch the ground and you nearly push yourself out of his hold.

You don’t know what to say. All these years you’ve been arch enemies, and suddenly he saves your life? Something’s going on. “Um, thanks.” Gathering yourself, you step away and stand tall, trying to make it seem like you don’t feel as affected as you do. “No, I meant what are you doing here? Are you with…” you gesture at the robot with a tilt of your head.

“No way,” he says casually, as you both start a leisurely jog back to the site, where Whirlwind and Seism are trying to hold off the dragon. You can feel the static-y shift in the air that must be him winking. “I have standards, Rush, come on. No, I’m here because I heard this bad boy was a level 8 threat, and suddenly all you heroes started showing up in one area, so I got curious.”  His tone is warier than it was.

“Oh, it’s a level 8 threat all right,” you say, panting, and wince when one of the giant wings smash into a nearby building, debris and masonry falling everywhere. Seism uses this to his advantage, pelting the rubble at the dragon’s body and head. The glass cracks some more.

Determination filling you again, you leave Dynamo in the dust as you sprint ahead again, zipping forward, zigzagging as you draw your disc blade again. Then you’re in the air, blinking up, pausing to throw the Blade into the glass. You catch the rebound and watch as – as if in slow motion – the glass shatters and falls in a shower of shimmering onyx shards.

It’s a cavern of darkness behind the glass. The dragon’s movements slow to a stop. You blink over to the head and hoist yourself into what must be the control center.

Empty. There’s no one here. There are no controls for the robot either, you notice, none of the levers and buttons and screens you’d expect. Instead, there’s just a dark platform in the middle and a hologram projector. Nothing else.

Dynamo floats in through the broken glass, coming to stand next to you.

“There’s nobody here,” you say, a touch of panic seeping into your voice. “Who could it possibly be?”

“Nobody we’ve seen before,” he says, and his tone is darker than ever. With one last confused glance around the room, you both make your way back down to the ground. Seism and Whirlwind are dusting themselves off, both of them aloof despite their tired faces.

“Nice work, Rush,” calls Whirlwind, and you smile and raise your arm in acknowledgement. Both of them are watching Dynamo carefully. He’s still next to you, standing there and not making any move to attack.

That reminds you. The fact that he saved your life is still ringing in your head uncomfortably. “So, about back there-” you say awkwardly.

“Hey, we make a pretty good team, huh?”

You cross your arms in annoyance. “If I remember correctly, I did most – all - of the work.”

“We could change that.” He sounds serious, suddenly, and you’ve never heard this tone before. You eye him carefully.

“What are you saying?”

“I’m saying that we should work together.”

“No way.” Where did this come from?

“Yes way. Come on, Rush, we know each other’s abilities in and out. We can fight this thing together. I don’t think we’ve beaten it for good yet.”

As if on cue, the giant robot vanishes. Just like that, there’s absolutely no trace of it and the battle you just fought save for the destroyed thoroughfare. You know what Dynamo is saying is right; this isn’t over yet, and the city needs all the help it can get.

Still, you’re unsure. “What, you wanna be the good guy now?”

“No, I just happen to care for this city and its people. And there’s no one I’d rather work with than you.” You can almost feel his eyes boring through the helmet and into you.

You take a deep breath and let it out. “All right,” you say, holding out your hand. “Partners for now.”

He takes it. “Partners. I promise, after this is all over, we’ll go right back to trying to kill each other.”

“I’m looking forward to it.” You shake hands, and it’s done. You just agreed to team up with your arch nemesis – what happened?

“If you need me, you know where to find me,” he says as he lifts into the air. “See you, Rush.” Then he’s gone.