#here's some food for my bnha ghost followers

[stargirl230]

Happy Pride! I hope everyone can spend some time with their favorite person this month <3

Spider-punk propaganda has taken over my brain but I haven’t seen the movie yet, so i drew these punks instead.

(no reposts; reblogs appreciated)

[hey-hamlet]

BNHA AU Ideas : Your blessings are your curses.

Also on AO3

TL;DR:

Dead All Might acts as a guardian angel to this heroic quirkless kid he runs into. Izuku gets put into a dangerous situation and turns out – DNA wasn’t needed to pass OFA. Just intent. Izuku gains the ability to see All Might along with the ability to use his quirk.

Sadly, AFO notices.

Now Izuku is on the run with a ghost for a guardian after AFO’s goons kill his mother.

Your blessings are your curses:

TL;DR: Dead all might, acts as a guardian angel to this quirkless kid he runs into. Izuku gets put into a dangerous situation and turns out – DNA wasn’t needed to pass OFA. Just intent. Izuku gains the ability to see All Might along with the ability to use his quirk.

Sadly, AFO notices.

Now Izuku is on the run with a ghost for a guardian after AFO’s goons kill his mother.

So – In the fight between All for One and All Might six years before canon, All Might loses.

Not horribly. All for One is still left almost dead and retreats into hiding, but All Might falls unconscious never to open his eyes again, later dying of sepsis in the hospital. His eyes may never physically reopen, but he does awaken – translucent and noncorporeal.

For a while he doesn’t know if it’s a latent quirk, or maybe something All for One did as a final blow, but no – it’s One for All. One for All has a mind of its own and refuses to disappear until Yagi has found a successor. Not that Yagi knows that.

His old haunts are too painful to hang around, the whole nation is grieving for him and seeing that pain on his old friend's faces burns something fierce. So he does what he’s always done. He helps.

Midoriya Izuku is nine when his favourite hero dies. He sees how the nation is grieving and his desire to be a hero only burns brighter. The bullying he suffers worsens, hate crimes against the quirkless and those with ‘villainous’ quirks uptick. Japan isn’t a pillar of safety and security anymore – crime rates have risen to match or overtake worldwide averages.

Still, he feels almost, safer? He gets luckier – the book his classmate stole shows up in his bag by the next period, bullies trip more often, and sometimes as he runs from villain attacks or classmates with their quirks popping against the nape of his neck, he feels a broad hand push him forwards, giving him an extra burst of speed.

He decides it must be the All Might charm he bought the day before the news of All Might’s death broke. A small solid plastic charm meant for a phone with a bright yellow bell attached, along with a tag reading “I AM HERE”. He fills the bell with scraps of paper so no one can hear it ring as he holds it tight in his hand when he gets nervous.

Midoriya Izuku is nine when he is almost killed.

With All Might gone, organized crime spikes. Quirk trafficking rings spring up – very rare, but no less real. It’s one of these such rings that kidnaps Izuku on his way home from school. He awakens, sore and blurry-eyed in a warehouse with a half dozen other crying children. One by one they are forced to show off their quirks, to gauge their value.

Izuku has no quirk to show. He has no value to these people. They growl at him to stop playing around, to stop pretending to be a hero (his All Might charm is almost cutting into his hand from how hard he holds it. He needs his luck more than ever please all might save me one more time - ). He can't bring himself to shut his eyes as a flaming hand reaches towards his face.

For a moment it feels like he's being held. He feels safe.

A shockwave levels the warehouse, leaving he and the other children untouched, the villains buried in the rubble. Green sparks sink into his skin, dancing over the rapidly purpling bruises decorating his arm. He runs.

He comes back to himself in a park, sobbing and shaking, arms wrapped around his shaking form and an oddly familiar voice murmuring apologies and praise as a broad hand runs gently through his hair.

It seems One for All never needed DNA, only intent, to pass itself along. With the passing of the quirk, Yagi should have dissipated, but he refused, clinging to the child he’d accidentally burdened with his legacy, the same quirkless child he’d been playing guardian angel for all this time.

When Izuku sees All Might he freezes. It’s not All Might as he knew him, rather – this is the All Might that died. He’s translucent, faded around the edges, with a tattered and bloodstained costume, thick padded bandaging over his stomach hiding stiches staining to close infected wounds, doing little to stop the blood oozing through. Still – All Might’s eyes are bright blue and kind and his smile is as it always was. Izuku throws himself onto his hero and sobs.

All Might – Yagi, as he insisted Izuku call him – led him to the nearest police station, as he tried to explain what had occurred. It wasn’t easy considering Yagi didn’t seem to be sure himself, but Izuku was pretty sure the quirk he’d been accidentally gifted was sentient.

Izuku held his arms up to the sky, stretching his fingers to the pinpricks of light in the night sky. Sparks of glittering gold, green, white, blue and red jumped across his skin, like the static shocks he’d get when he wore his wool socks in bed, but less painful. They almost felt playful.

“What are they called?” Yagi looked at him, confusion clear on his face. One of his spikes of hair drooped, and if Izuku could ignore the dust and blood that ran through it it would almost be funny.

“They? My boy, do you mean the sparks? If so, they don’t have a name.”

Izuku frowned, letting his hand drop. He could feel the sparks gently brushing his injuries, almost soothingly. “No, I mean your quirk. They should have a name, they’re so nice to me.”

Yagi coughed, dark blood spilling from his mouth, never to hit the ground. “One for All. It’s called One for All.”

Izuku’s frown deepened.

“All Might, mama says it’s rude to call someone an it.”

Inko is reunited with her only mildly injured son, now excitedly gushing about a quirk he’d somehow manifested. She privately thanks whatever spirit finally decided to smile upon her son, even if it took so long.

Their happiness doesn’t last long. Days later Izuku receives a summons to the head office. He freezes when he sees the police officer, Yagi’s comforting hand on his shoulder the only thing that keeps him from running.

It was a villain attack, the officer says with kindness so forced Izuku wants to cry. Yagi looks angry. If you’ll just come with us so we can get you to the safehouse with your mother –

Yagi almost growls with rage. “She’s lying.” He whispers, habit enforced despite the fact Izuku is the only person alive that can hear him. “Follow her out of the school then run” Izuku does exactly that, quirk sparking up his legs and pushing him forwards, down the familiar path to home. He takes the stairs six at a time, quirk chipping the edges of the concrete as he hurls himself forward.

Their apartment is in shambles, bookshelves tipped, small objects laying scattered on the floor, a pale arm laying limply from a half-open bathroom door.

Yagi pushes him out of the apartment and confirms the identity himself. He urges a sobbing Izuku to say his goodbyes to his mother’s corpse as they quickly gather all the money in the house, a few spare clothes and whatever food and water Yagi could knock down from the pantry shelves for him. Izuku crams it into his backpack as he sobs, Yagi guarding the entrance as he boils with rage and guilt.

He didn’t think All for One would find Izuku. He didn’t think he would even be looking. He was wrong and now his boy was paying the price.

So starts his time on the run.

He meets Shinsou first, saving him from some rubble in a villain attack. He meets him again later, battered and bruised – not from a villain, but from his foster parents. Shinsou joins him, no matter how Izuku explains hes in danger. Shinsou wants to be a hero, and if the only way he gets to be a hero is stubbornly keeping Izuku out of trouble? That’s not a bad trade-off, considering izuku was the first person to save him.

A little while later the two run into Shouto feverish and badly burnt and try to nurse him back to health as best they can. A few days in Touya and Toga run into their little camp guns blazing, expecting them to have kidnapped Shouto only to see Izuku patiently trying to feed him rice porridge with a veritable pile of ‘liberated’ fever reducers on the floor beside them.

They apologise but Shinsou and a still feverish Shouto refuse to talk to Touya or Toga for like three days bc they made Izuku cry.

They refuse to leave no matter how Izuku explains he has a centuries old villain after him. These kids are ride or die. So Hitoshi, Shouto and Izuku are like 9 and trying to learn what they can from libraries and newspapers, never settling down for too long. Toga (12) and Touya/Dabi (14) try and keep them all alive by working or stealing what they need to live. It doesn’t take long for them to evolve into a mini vigilante group.

Aizawa becomes familiar with the messy group of short vigilantes that seem to bounce from prefecture to prefecture every second day, to the point that the force is pretty sure one of them has a teleportation quirk because they don’t seem to have any kind of home base. He’s completely uninterested in trying to arrest them in the beginning – they aren’t hurting anyone and are not half bad at what they do.

That changes when he meets them.

Battered and bleeding out in a rainy alley with a villain looming over him with a knife, Aizawa is pretty sure this is the night he dies. The knife swings back, glinting in the streetlights as he tries in vain to scramble backwards with heavy limbs. It never connects. The villain jerks back as a brilliant blue plume of flame cuts him off, burning the tips of his hair. Not expecting backup the villain bolts. Aizawa feels small hands helping him into a sitting position – his stomach starts to sink. When the short masked figure with curly hair speaks he feels his heart turn to ice. The figure couldn’t be older than 11, probably closer to 10.

He wakes up in the hospital and he makes it his mission to save these kids.

Ghost All Might is having a rough time. His boy is in danger and the best he can do is rattle windows and trip sprinting villains. He can’t help them enough.

He has a plan though.

He warns Izuku that he’ll be gone for a while and to keep safe without him and he goes out scouting. Being invisible and impermeable is normally a curse but when trying to find a paranoid 200-year-old super villain? It’s pretty damn useful. It takes months but eventually he’s not only tracked down All for One’s main hideout he’s also memorised his schedule. It’s nothing impressive considering the man is still mostly bedbound after what All Might did to him, but he won't be a pushover. It’s a start, though.

Izuku cries tears of joy when he sees All Might again and cries even more when he shares what he found. It’s do or die time. He offers every one of his friends the chance to split now because there is a good chance they’ll die, but none of them wants to leave him. With that, he starts planning.

They’ll need Eraserhead, no bones about it. Without him, there would be no way to strike the final blow. They spend a few weeks refining their stealth then they seek Aizawa out.

They knew he’d have a price for helping them, but they never expected it would be so high, but simultaneously so kind. In exchange for his help and a vow of silence he wants each child to let him help them, to find them a safe place to live, a school to go to – a future. Izuku has spent his whole life being told he doesn’t have a future, from when he was diagnosed quirkless to the almost 2 years spent on the run from Japan’s most dangerous villain. He’s still not sure he’ll have one, even with All for One dead, but he knows he wants his friends to grow up happy and safe.

He accepts.

With Aizawa’s help, with Dabi and Toga clearing the way and Shinsou standing in the wings as the last resort, Izuku kills All for One as he sleeps. Nothing flashy, nothing fancy, just quiet footsteps, a sharp knife and shaking hands.

Aizawa is horrified this child just killed someone in front of him, but Izuku is sobbing and All for One is notorious in underground circles so he keeps his quirk up until the blood stops flowing from his neck. He takes the children and flees.

[aeolian-mode]

my grievances with BNHA

(Spoilers below) I’m long-winded today cos I had some Thoughts to get off my chest in regards of how I feel about the storytelling of BNHA.

TL;DR: I don’t think Horikoshi understands the value of ma. Maybe he believes that his target audience would grow impatient, and I have to remind myself that BNHA is a shonen and is made for young people and my storytelling tastes probably aren’t what he’s marketing towards- but I still think there is a lot that could be improved about BNHA if Horikoshi spent a little bit more time in the slow moments, and valuing the emotions and relationships of the characters instead of rushing to the next plot point. He also made way too many characters, which is typical of shonen, but the more characters he has to cover, the harder it is for him to provide content for all the people who have picked a favorite character out of the sprawling cast. Everyone is forced to find satisfaction in table scraps, but if he stuck to a strong core cast, there would be plenty to go around. Long version:

"Ma” is an extremely important storytelling concept. Ma is the Japanese word for 'negative space.' In visual art, negative space is the empty places on the canvas where there's nothing important to look at. After all, if every single square inch of your canvas was filled with something exciting to look at, like character faces or action scenes, your illustration would be very hard to take in at a glance, there'd be no distinction of character silhouettes and nothing would be readable. The same concept applies to storytelling. You need ma to achieve a greater emotional impact when the heavy, loud moments occur.  Let's take a look at how Hayao Miyazaki of Studio Ghibli writes ma. In My Neighbor Totoro, 80% of the film is slow-paced slice of life moments where two sisters explore their new house, and discover supernatural creatures living peacefully beside them. Then, at the end of the movie, something distressing and horrible happens to the two sisters' mother, who has been hospitalized since the beginning of the film. The film's final 20 minutes or so are about them discovering this distressing event, and the emotional climax of the film feels extremely powerful because we were given time to live with these sisters, observe their peaceful daily life, and grow attached to them. Suddenly, something important to them became jeopardized, and we care. 

Miyazaki often uses ma with food. Characters cook for each other, or eat together. The detail of the food in the animation is often exquisite. Miyazaki and the Ghibli animators want us to notice the way light refracts through the glossy surface of an egg on toast, or the lines of fat on bacon sizzling in a pan. He wants us to exist in these quiet moments of daily life.

I can't tell you the last time My Hero Academia actually had an extended scene of ma. Maybe it was the bench scene, where Eraserhead and All Might share a moment. It was a powerful scene in the manga, and it was powerful because it wasn’t about the plot at all. It was about the intimacy between two characters who have grown close over shared adversity, and All Might struggling to find purpose in his hard life. After this scene, however, the story has been one distressing event after another without any breaks to breathe. And, since it has so many characters, it has failed to prioritize the emotions of significant characters. How did Eri feel when Aizawa was maimed? Who is watching her? How did Inko feel when she saw her son mangled, even after All Might promised to protect and raise him? How much raising has All Might actually done in Midoriya’s life? It seems every time the two of them have a conversation, it’s about One for All, not about Midoriya’s growth into manhood or his emotional development as a suffering teen who’s picked the world’s worst profession. Will we get assurance on the safety and wellbeing of favorite heroes like Fatgum and the Big 3?  Will Mic and Aizawa properly grieve Midnight? What about the rest of the UA staff? How does Nezu feel when UA was turned into a safe haven for civilians? How have the parents of all these students processed all this grief? How has Class 1-A handled their painful struggle? The story has been, instead: >heavy, distressing, lengthy action sequences where everyone is hurt >immediately following that, a prison breakout >immediately following that, scattered moments of characters in a hospital with dramatic flashbacks of their lives and burdens, yet none of them fleshed out to their fullest potential because there’s too many injured characters >immediately following that, heavy and intense emotions all focused on the plot of One for All, yet All Might is a mute ghost and has no actual bonding with Midoriya since they don’t even speak to each other >immediately following that, more heavy and intense emotions as Horikoshi rushes to show that Izuku is gone and has slapped together letters about his departure >immediately following that, more villains attacking heroes and civilians because of the prison break. There has been no ma. We haven't had a single quiet moment that isn’t focused on bulldozing into the next plot point or action sequence. What about a scene like Eraserhead sharing a meal with Eri, or talking to her calmly about life? How about the neglected characters like Fatgum and the Big 3 recovering in their own way? How about the moms of all these hurt children actually coming in and getting involved in their lives? How about the students of class 1-A trying to do something fun to diffuse the tension and show how they have grown close as friends or a found family? Sometimes Horikoshi tries to show ma in tiny snapshots rather than entire scenes; for example, there's a snapshot in one of the earlier chapters of Aizawa putting Eri's hair in a hair tie. This is a single panel. It's not enough to have a single panel. What we needed was an entire scene or chapter dedicated to Aizawa and Eri and Friends. Show her with her found family, show her going out in town or playing with a cat or talking to Mirio or Aizawa for an extended period of time. Show us scenes about nothing particularly important. 

When your story is plot, plot, plot, you're deciding that human moments and human interactions aren't important. And at the end of the day, no one watches a show for the plot. They come to be validated as a person, and relate to the characters. I came to MHA because I relate to All Might, his disability, and his desire to be strong and fight through his suffering so he can selflessly help other people. That character resonated with me. I saw myself on the screen. Unfortunately MHA stopped being what I came to see a long time ago. I’m here because I like drawing my favorite characters, and the fandom has introduced me to a lot of wonderful friends, I’m not ready to give it up. But I wish it had more of what I was hoping to get out of it.  I understand that making a manga is extremely difficult. And I understand tons of people enjoy it and have no issues with it whatsoever- all power to you! I just haven’t gotten what I was personally hoping to get, and this is why. :( ANNNND SEASON 5 JUST STARTED AND IT’S AN ENTIRE SEASON OF CHARACTERS I DOOOOON’T CARE ABOUT AT ALLLLL! HEY WE REALLY NEEDED AN ENTIRE SEASON DEDICATED TO CLASS 1-B CHARACTERS THAT ARE COMPLETELY AND UTTERLY IRRELEVANT AFTERWARDS, THEREFORE WASTING SCREEN TIME ON FORGETTABLE UNIMPORTANT SIDE CHARACTERS INSTEAD OF THE CORE CAST THAT WE DESPERATELY NEED CONTENT ABOUT ALSO THANKS FOR FORGETTING ABOUT DADMIGHT HORIKOSHI  

[kaysayshey]

Hey Kay,

I saw your prompt, congrats on 400 followers! I sent you the questions on the form but I can re do it here if you need. I kept my name there so you may be fine.

The the lyrics prompt “Monsters” by Katie Sky would be cool. For the prompt sfw with some angst and fluff is always good. No rush.

Bnha with the character being Aizawa or Hawks. Who ever may flow for you more.

If you need anything else let me know! Congrats again and good luck on your event!

❝ you've got the chance to see the light even in the darkest night ❞

aizawa shouta x reader, angst to comfort (ish)

recommended listening: �� ♛ ♛

it was never meant to be like this. but the reality of heroics also holds the antithesis of it - evil, acts of violence in the name of some greed-fueled fervor. bringing children into it, whether they be training for hero work or not, had you clutching your chest. they were innocence, they were young. they deserved to at least make it to adulthood before being thrust into that all-consuming battle, one that had maintained its consistency for as long as you could remember.

and seeing your husband in the hospital after the usj battle had you cursing the genetics settled in your dna. in his, in every other quirk-possessing individual you knew. it was past the point of no return, each generation wrought with power stronger than anyone should have to bear. and now, with aizawa's eye bandaged up, his body painted shades of purple and red that felt so foreign, you wanted to scream.

low hospital beeps intermingled with his soft breathing were the only sounds in the room. nurses and doctors had come in, checking his vitals, administering pain medication via iv. he'll be okay, everything is going to be okay. but it wasn't going to be okay, nothing ever felt okay anymore. it had been two days. two days without his low rumble of a voice, without a hand ruffling through your hair with his own brand of affection.

day merged to night, the hours on the clock passing by in a blur. the nurses kept offering food, water, anything. but nothing would make the ache go away, take away the reality of the situation. you could have very well lost him, and then what? you shook your head, fasting during this odd and unwelcome vigil. the colors of the sky cast shadows onto his face, the colors only serving to remind you how long you had been waiting.

yellows to reds, reds to violet, and violet to a deep indigo, one that pushed your eyes closed. resistance was futile - they hurt, bloodshot and heavy by your own insistence. when they finally shut, your dreams were fitful, unwanted memories of every time he had come home battered and rundown to you replaying like a horror film. the colors faded into black and white.

you don't know how long you slept. hours mean nothing in the land of dreams, and you weren't privy to its mysteries and fickle rules. but you let yourself be awash in its darkness until the realities of life brought you back.

a low murmur of your name had you groaning, your head throbbing from days of neglecting your own needs. fuck, what could anyone possibly need from you, you were waiting for him, he was-

"jesus, y/n. what happened to you?" aizawa's familiar voice had your eyes snapping open.

"me?" you bit back incredulously, jaw dropping in utter shock. he had the gall to ask what happened to you? what did they put in his iv? "are you fucking kidding me, shouta?"

that turned the corners of his lips upwards, a gesture so comforting that it brought tears to your lashline. the absolute bastard.

"you look like you've seen a ghost, angel," he replied simply, stretching a hand out slowly to wrap around one of your own. that contact was enough to bring the air to your lungs, as though you'd been breathing at only a fourth of your capabilities from the moment he'd been brought in. "were you worried or something?"

an eyeroll at his teasing. always one to keep your anxieties at bay.

"maybe something like that," you mumbled, your other hand reaching to press against his cheek. gentle, like he was glass. like he was yours to protect, which now... now he was.

"you never have to, angel. i'll always come home to you." a promise, one that he never made lightly. none of his promises were ever broken.

"no, no i won't," you mumbled, unable to hold his eyes. "i'm going to take nezu up on his offer after all."

his unbandaged eye went wide, a look that begged, pleaded for you to take it back. but you wouldn't, not this time.

"no buts, shouta. if you're in this fight, then i am, too. you always protect me, your students, this city. it's time i protect you, too." the words came out stuttered, knowing that this time you wouldn't go back no matter how hard he tried. "i'll be here for you. just like you are for me. deal?"

his eye shut closed, exasperation clear. his former smile had turned to a thin line, but he soon let out a heavy sigh, eye opening to meet yours once more. the small smile came back, a bit more tense this time. but you'd take it.

"deal, angel."

[simplybakugou]

Grown Up

↝ Your nerves and feelings are high when you finally meet your boyfriend’s mother.

BINGO SPACE: Meet the Family

⋆ PAIRING: prohero!midoriya x fem!reader ⋆ WARNINGS/TAGS: fluff ⋆ WORD COUNT: 1750

A/N:  in the midst of moving into a new place i somehow managed to write another @bnhabookclub​ bingo piece! this was so cute to write and i really enjoyed it. thank you to the lovely @sanguinekeigo​ for requesting midoriya for this prompt! the midoriya transparent cap is from the bnha google drive!

FULL BINGO MASTERLIST

✐posted 08.18.2020✐

Your hands were shaking in your lap the closer you got to the Midoriya house, the bouquet of flowers in your hold being the only thing you could balance out your nerves. The more you mentally reassured yourself that everything was going to be okay and that nothing would go wrong, you once again thought about all of the things that could go wrong over this dinner.

“Don’t worry, Y/N, everything’ll be okay,” Midoriya comforted you from beside you in the car. 

You glanced over to your boyfriend, suppressing your laughter as you could see sweat nearly pouring down his forehead as his hands were ghost white from how tightly he was gripping onto the steering wheel. “Izuku, you look more nervous than I do.”

His anxious expression settled down into a small smile as he looked at you once arriving at a stoplight. “I just really want Mom to love you as much as I do.” You felt flustered and touched by his sweet words, leaning over to give him a peck on the cheek before the light turned green.

If someone had told you that you would be dating the number one hero in the world, you would have called them crazy, never being able to perceive such an outlandish thing to be true. But here you were, on your way to finally meet your pro hero boyfriend’s mother after dating for over a year.

After moving into a new city, you managed to land yourself a job as a receptionist at a top hero’s agency: Todoroki Shouto. To say you were ecstatic would be an understatement as you never imagined to actually get the job you had been praying to get. In no time you assimilated into your new living space and work environment. 

But what you didn’t know was that being the first person that anyone who walks into Todoroki’s agency sees meant that you would meet a variety of pro heroes, including Midoriya himself.

One day after having to deal with some official business with his former classmate and close friend at his agency, Midoriya decided to pay a visit to Todoroki’s agency in person rather than sending his assistant over. This was one of the decisions he made in his life that he didn’t dare to regret.

The second he laid eyes on you he nearly choked on his own breath, astonished by your beauty. He stumbled on his words as he tried to explain to you that he had to meet your boss and you found his trepidation adorable. Since then Midoriya found himself coming up with any excuse he could think of to see you or even to catch a peek at you through the glass doors of the agency while walking by the building.

You had him wrapped around your finger without even knowing and once you did catch onto his little crush, you decided to ask him out yourself, almost making him spontaneously combust in the process.

For Midoriya this relationship was a big deal. Due to all the work he put into his high school career and the work he was currently doing to maintain his number one status, Midoriya was never able to find the time to actually focus on his love life. As nice as it would have been to get a girlfriend during high school, it unfortunately never happened. So once the two of you started dating, Midoriya began falling for you fast. You made him feel ways he could only imagine feeling. This made him all the more nervous for the love of his life to meet one of the most important people in his life. It would be his first time bringing a girl over for his mother to meet and he was both excited and terrified with how this meeting could go.

Finally you both arrived in front of Midoriya Inko’s home and Midoriya stayed frozen solid in his seat. You nearly had to pull him out of the vehicle yourself just to get him to go to the front door. And once he did, you were both sweating buckets as reality set in.

Right when you pushed the button to ring the doorbell, the door swung open as Inko stood in front of the two of you with a quivering but wide smile on her face, one that was similar to her son’s. It was quite evident from the second you saw her that Midoriya took after his mother almost entirely.

“Izuku!” Inko exclaimed joyously, reaching up to hug her son who had grown so much taller than she was.

Midoriya hugged his mother tightly, not being able to remember the last time he had seen her in person.

Once Inko pulled away from him, you handed her the flowers you had bought her and she thanked you vehemently before accepting them, clasping one of her hands in yours. “You must be, Y/N. Izuku’s told me so much about you!”

“It’s nice to meet you, Ms. Midoriya,” you replied as she embraced you as well. 

“Oh no, please call me Inko!” She insisted, opening the door further for you both to enter. “Come in, you two! I have dinner ready!”

You thanked her as you stepped inside, Midoriya right behind you. You both stood staring down at the impressive spread of dishes laid out across the elongated table. The surface was covered in your favorite dishes as well as Midoriya’s.

“Mom, isn’t this too much?” Midoriya asked.

“Of course not!” Inko shook her head as she urged you to take a seat. She smiled at you. “Izuku told me what your favorite foods were so I made them!”

“Thank you so much,” you said, making sure to thank her as much as you could before you and Midoriya began eating.

Inko’s place was much more spacious than the previous apartment her and her son lived in during his U.A. days. Once Midoriya began earning a truckload of money thanks to his highly paying job, the first thing he did was buy his mother a house to which she responded with a river of tears. The walls were plastered with Midoriya’s face and it made you smile, showing exactly how much she truly and genuinely loves her son.

“So, Y/N, you work at the Todoroki agency, correct?” Inko asked, beaming at you in eagerness.

You chewed and swallowed your food before answering. “Yes. I work as a receptionist at the front desk actually. That’s how Izuku and I met.”

Midoriya nodded, his face practically glowing from his wide smile. “I always got nervous whenever I had to meet Todoroki and Y/N was the person I had to talk to everytime I walked into the building.”

“That sounds like you. So I’m guessing Y/N, you were the one who asked him out?” Inko asked amusingly.

You chuckled, nodding along. “Of course! He couldn’t even say hi to me without freaking out.”

You and Inko erupted into a round of laughter with one another and although he was on the butt end of your teasing, he was glad that things were going well. 

As the night went on, the dinner went relatively well. Inko asked many questions, wanting to get to know the woman that her only child fell in love with. The more she got to know you, the more she understood how much of an amazing, kind, and caring person you were. She was comforted with knowing that Midoriya was in good hands.

“I’m going to go to the bathroom real quick. I’ll be right back!” Midoriya quipped, heading upstairs towards the restroom.

Inko watched as her son walked away, waiting until she heard the door close to quickly get up and grab something from under her seat. She made her way into the living room, urging you to follow her silently as you both sat onto the couch. She had a photobook in hand and she smiled gently at you. “It’s only right that I show you some pictures of baby Izuku. This is what parents do when they meet their child’s significant other, right?”

You laughed, nodding. “Of course! I’d love that.”

Inko opened the book, revealing the first picture of Midoriya as a newborn in his mother’s arms. Inko was overjoyed in the picture, her eyes flooding with tears. “I still remember this day like it was yesterday.”

You smiled as she turned the page and you both laughed at the sight of a naked baby Midoriya and you could already envision your boyfriend’s blushing and embarrassed face once he came and found out that his mom was revealing his past like this. 

The photos progressed throughout Midoriya’s childhood until the final picture captured him in his U.A. uniform about to go out the door with his signature quivering smile on his face. Inko looked down fondly at the picture, touching it with her index finger.

“Back then he was so small, just barely taller than I was… and now he’s all grown up.” She paused for a moment. “He was so dead set on going to U.A. and being a hero and I still get scared from time to time whenever I see the news and he’s constantly putting his life in danger. In the past I tried to hold him back because I was afraid that he’d get hurt. But I know now that he just cares too much about people and wanting to help others that I can’t hold him back.”

She turned to you, tears in her eyes as a few teardrops streaked her cheeks. “I know this might be a lot to ask for, but could you please look after him? You must know as well as I do that he can’t help but get himself caught up in some kind of trouble all the time.”

You smiled at her, embracing her into a hug. “I’d be honored, too. You don’t have to worry like that anymore. I’m here to watch after him.”

Inko nearly sobbed as she cried silently on your shoulder. “Thank you so much, Y/N. I’m so glad he has someone as wonderful as you in his life.”

Midoriya leaned back on the wall as he smiled to himself as he had been listening this whole time. The biggest invisible weight had been lifted from his shoulders. 

He was overjoyed to know that the two women he loved the most had finally met.

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The Tale of Little Red Riot - KRBK

lMy piece for the @bnha-halloween-bb ! I did a piece with Al0e.V3ra, and you can see his art here!! 

Word Count: 6.2k 

Summary: 

Kirishima Eijirou, aka, Little Kirishima Riot has been raised by his grandmother his entire life after his family abandoned him a child. His grandmother, Recovery Girl, was a traditional healer in the village and raised Kirishima to do the same.

Kirishima often had to take care of various animals that came in, whether it was the two-toned haired Vampire, Todoroki, the son of Count Endeavour, or ghouls or other animals. Kirishima had been warned about one creature, however.

The wolf.

The shifter that was destined to come and attempt to live out the tale of 'Little Red Riot'. But when Kirishima meets Bakugou Katsuki, it seems he's all bark and no bite, and is not as bad as he seems.

READ ON AO3 HERE -> https://archiveofourown.org/works/16409561 

Once upon a time, there lived a small little boy at the tender age of four. Despite what was happening around him, his eyes were bright with hope, their red shining happily, and the boy was always seen smiling. Flashing rows of sharp teeth with the same twinkle in his eyes, as if no wrong existed in his little mind. 

The boy smiled, even as his family waved him goodbye and shut the door in his face. He smiled even as he wandered the streets of the small town. He smiled wider when he saw a wolf on the side of the road, and stopped to pet the creature, his bright beaming grin never fading. His red eyes were wide, his hair falling over his face in soft black bangs. He pets the animal with care, tenderness, his small hands running through the fur with a strange gentleness, as if he had nothing to fear in the presence of such a creature.

Meanwhile, a small, wrinkled old woman made her way down the streets of the town, moving slowly.  Her hair was drawn back into a bun, and her wrinkled lips were curled into a closed-mouth smile. Her name was Chiyo, but she called herself Recovery Girl, and she was well known as the town’s healer. Chiyo lived in a small cottage just to the borders of the forest, a common meeting place for animals, and the cottage was an open sanctuary to all animals. Creatures of every kind would go to the cottage in need of healing, vampires, ghouls, ghosts, and she would welcome them with open arms. So when she saw this little boy, kneeling on the ground, dirt grazing his knees as he petted the wolf with no fear whatsoever, she felt compelled to do something. Which is why she approached the boy with a small smile as the wolf ran away. The boy giggled and ran after the wolf, before looking up at Chiyo with wide eyes, stopping in his tracks. “There’s no need to be scared, little one. My name is Chiyo. Where are your parents?” Chiyo asked, her voice gentle. The boy looked slightly puzzled and looked around, as if trying to spot his parents. “Mummy let me play outside. She waved goodbye and said I could play,” The boy explained, and Chiyo frowned slightly. It was starting to get dark out, it was not a safe place for such a young child to be in, alone. “Would you like me to take you back to your parents?” Chiyo offered, and surprisingly, the boy shook his head. “Daddy and Mummy don’t want me to come back. It’s ok. I can keep playing here,” The boy explained, with a bright expression despite the true meaning of what he just said. A cool gush of wind passed them, and the boy shivered slightly. “It’s cold. And I’m hungry.” Chiyo’s expression dropped. This child had been abandoned by his family. Wandering the streets alone, where anyone could come and take him, where anything could happen to him. How could someone be so heartless? And for a human child, too. It was extremely dangerous. The human town was right next to where the supernatural creatures lived. If a vampire got their hands on him, if he wandered into the forest alone… Chiyo couldn’t let that happen. “What’s your name?” She asked with a gentle smile. “Ei-...Eijirou.” “Ok, Eijirou. If you’re feeling cold, we can go back to my cottage and play there. It’s very warm, and you can have something to eat, too.” Chiyo offered, and Kirishima beamed. Chiyo held out her hand and Kirishima took it with a smile, and she took him back to her cottage.

The walk is slightly long, following a creamy, dusty pathway that leads through the forest and to a cottage. The cottage was fairly large, made out of a chestnut coloured wood, coated by the tufts of trees and small bushes that surrounded it. There were small steps that led up to it, and the door was fairly large and had an entrance for animals to come through. There were several windows, decorated with silk-soft curtains that hung down over them. The cottage was comfortable, small, and large enough to fit two people, luckily. Chiyo opened the door and let Kirishima inside, who looked around at the room in awe. To the left of the room, there was a small kitchen with a pantry filled with food for all creatures. To the right, there was a huge couch with plush, fluffy cushions and a flickering fireplace. A small door led to another room, the main bedroom, which held Chiyo’s queen sized bed, and to the left, there was another door leading to the spare bedroom. Kirishima looked around in awe as Chiyo took off her coat, placing it on the coat hanger nearby. She looked up, and saw one of her handmade hoods hanging on one of the hooks. It was fairly large, much to large for her to wear herself, and was a deep maroon. Chiyo reached up and tugged the hood down, before holding it out to Kirishima. “Wear this, Eijirou. It’ll keep you warm,” She said, as she placed the hood around his shoulders and did up the button on the front. The hood hung down over his head, covering almost half of his face, and the hood itself was so big that it slid down to the floor below Kirishima, like a cape.

Kirishima giggled, pushing the hood up slightly, revealing his face again. “It’s red!!” Kirishima cried, way more enthusiastic than Chiyo thought he would be.

“Yes, it is! Do you like the colour red?” Chiyo asked, and Kirishima nodded enthusiastically. “It’s my favourite colour!”

“How about we call you that? From now on, you’ll be Little Red. Okay?” Chiyo offered, leaning down to ruffle his hair. “Okay!!” Kirishima chirped, and Chiyo smiled.

The night finally arrived, and Chiyo tucked Kirishima into bed, the fluffy blanket brought up just below his chin, and he beamed, his red eyes wide as he made himself comfortable in the huge bed. Chiyo brought up a chair beside his bed, holding a large book in her hand, one filled with hundreds of fairy tales she would read every night. Kirishima was excited, she could tell from his eyes, so she cleared her throat and begined the story. “Once upon a time, there lived a small girl in a house beside a forest.. Every time she went out into the village, she would wear a red riding cloak, so often that everyone started calling her Little Red Riding Hood.” Chiyo began, holding the book out to where Kirishima could easily see the pages. His eyes brightened as he looked at the image, and he pointed to it with a smile. “That’s me! That’s me! I’m Red!” He chirped, and Chiyo laughed.

“One day, Red decided to visit her grandmother, who lived in a small cottage in the woods. She packed a small basket filled with treats and goodies. The baker warned her to be careful in the forest, because there could be wolves there.” “If I’m Red, you can be my grandmother! And this is the cottage!” Kirishima continued, heavily invested in the story.

“But on the way to her grandmother’s house, she got distracted and stopped to look at some flowers. She didn’t notice an animal creeping in from the shadows. Suddenly, a wolf appeared beside her.

‘What are you doing here, little girl?’ The wolf said, in the friendliest voice he could.

‘I’m on my way to see my grandmother, who lives in a cottage in the forest.’ Red replied.

Little Red Riding Hood then realised how late she was, and waved goodbye to the wolf to go to her grandma’s house. However, little did Red know that the wolf was already there, waiting.”

Kirishima’s eyes widened ever so slightly, and he stared at the page, waiting for Chiyo to continue. Chiyo turned the page, clearing her throat before beginning to read. “Red unlocked the door, and went inside. The wolf jumped, pulling the covers up to his throat. ‘W-who is it?’ He croaked in the best grandma voice he could.

‘It’s me, grandma! Red! My, you sound awfully sick,’ Little Red Riding hood ran up to the bed, before noticing the wolf’s ears. ‘My, what big ears you have!’ ‘All the better to hear you with, my dear.’ The wolf replied.

‘My, what big eyes you have!’ ‘The better to see you with, my dear.’ ‘My, what great teeth you have!’

‘All the better to eat you with!’ Red finally realised that the person in bed was not her grandmother, but rather, the wolf! She ran across the room to the door, crying out for help at the top of her lungs as the wolf chased after her.’

Kirishima was leaning forward now, his eyebrows turned upwards in fear. He’s completely engrossed in the story, living through it. “What’s going to happen to Kirishima? What about her grandma?” Kirishima asks, and Chiyo smiles comfortingly. “Don’t worry. She’ll be fine, and so will her grandmother. But Eijirou, you have to be careful. There are wolves in the forest, and there’s one for your story, too. I’m the grandmother, you’re Kirishima Riding Hood, so there is a wolf. You have to be careful. Promise?” Kirishima nods, looking down at the page again.

“I promise.”

------------ Times change quickly, years go by in the blink of an eye, and now that day reading in bed seemed like so long ago. Kirishima’s now seventeen years old, a bright, happy teenager with hair the colour of precious rubies and eyes that put the gem to shame. He never took the hood off the day Chiyo gifted him when Kirishima was four, except now, the hood fits him perfectly. Kirishima wears it proudly on his shoulder, the hood drooping down his back or hanging over his head.

The fabric is warm, comforting, it hugs him and coats him in a permanent feeling of ease and safety. Kirishima also proudly wears a handmade dress from his grandmother, complete with fluffed short sleeves, an apron around his waist, a basket in his hand, filled with first aid material. The dress is comfortable, and it’s a physical version of his grandmother’s care for him, with the hours she spent making it.  Chiyo’s grown old, however, her healing work lives on. She taught Kirishima everything there is to know about healing before retiring, leaving the cottage in his hands. Kirishima’s familiar with almost all the animals in the village, the same as Chiyo, if not more. He gets along with all creatures easily, all of them immediately falling in love with his friendly words and comforting smile.

Today, Kirishima’s on his way home from a visit to the marketplace. He adjusts his hood as he walks, a permanent small smile on his face, a slight skip to his step. Kirishima’s basket is resting on his left elbow, he takes it everywhere with him now. Chiyo used to the same, she’d pack treats and first aid materials, all snugly fitting in the basket, and now Kirishima did the same. And it came in handy, as Kirishima often ran into animals on the way.

Kirishima looks up to attempt to see how far his cottage is, when he hears a small whine. A distressed one. His healer self immediately kicks in, and he turns to the direction of the noise, listening. Another small whine comes, as well as a grunt and growl. Kirishima turns on his heel, running off track into the woods. He pushes past the trees, moving stray branches out of the way until he reaches the source of the sound and his eyes go wide. It’s a wolf. Kirishima’s veins immediately course with fear, flashbacking to each warning about wolves flashing in his head. The creature in front of him is huge, sandy, ash coloured fur. It’s lying down, expression twisted in pain, a section of its fur on its leg stained red. It seems that Kirishima’s big heart overcame his fear, because he pushed the thoughts out of the way and crawled down to the wolf. “Hey... are you ok? I’m going to help you, okay? Trust me.” Kirishima’s voice is gentle, as usual. He lifted his hand to try to get the wolf to sniff his scent, to trust him. The wolf, however, jerked his head up, teeth snapping, and Kirishima pulled his hand back, getting slightly started. However, he took another deep breath.

“I’m trying to help you. Please, just trust me. I’m not going to hurt you.” Kirishima wasn’t sure if the wolf could understand was he was saying, he wasn’t sure if animals in general could understand what he was saying. But the wolf made a small noise before dropping its head back on the ground again, giving Kirishima permission. Kirishima smiled gratefully, reaching into his basket to pull out his first aid kit, rummaging through it to find the antiseptic with the least sting. When he located the small bottle, he poured a bit on a small towel before pressing it to the wound carefully. Kirishima heard the wolf let out a noise of complain, thrashing its head and grunting. Kirishima winced, pulling the cloth back, waiting for a moment before applying it again, waiting for the wolf to get used to the feeling before rubbing carefully. When the wound was clean, Kirishima bandaged the wolf’s thigh.

Kirishima stood back, and the wolf craned his head to look at the work, then turning to Kirishima before slowly standing up. Kirishima knew that the wound wouldn’t heal like that, it’d need continuous treatment. Kirishima debated for a minute, before deciding to take the wolf back with him. He had space, of course. And it was the right thing to do. Kirishima reached for a treat in his basket again, pulling out a small treat and holding it out to the wolf. “I’m going to get you to come with me, just so I can take care of your leg. You’ll be safe, don’t worry.”

The wolf grunted again and eyed the treat, snapping his head forward to grab it and eat it, his teeth narrowly missing Kirishima’s hand. Kirishima laughed slightly, then got back up, dusting himself off. He picked up his basket again, and started walked back towards the pathway, making sure the wolf was following him in the corner of his eye. The wolf was limping slightly, due to the pain in his leg. Kirishima kept walking carefully, his eyes on the wolf, which caused him to trip a few times over various objects on the road (twigs, leaves, rocks-- easily avoidable). Soon, his snug little cottage was in view, and Kirishima went up the steps leading to the doorway. He unlocked it and stepped inside, immediately comforted by the familiar warmth of his home. The wolf soon followed, stepping inside. Kirishima went over to the large, plush chair and tapped on it, encouraging the wolf to come. He did, and made his way over, climbing up on the furniture before settling down, resting his head on the armrest and curling himself on the soft mattress.“Here.” Kirishima says, taking off his hood and wrapping it around the wolf carefully. “I’m going to give you food, then I’ll heal your leg.” The wolf lets out another grunt. Kirishima looked through his fridge, and got out some raw meat and some dog treats. He’d never treated a wolf before, but he’d treated dogs. That’s kind of what a wolf was, right? A big dog? With sharper teeth, maybe. Kirishima laid the food on top of the armrest on a small plate, so that the wolf could eat it. And it seems Kirishima chose correctly, because he immediately dug into the food presented to him. While the wolf was distracted, Kirishima got some more disinfectant and put it on a small rag, moving slowly. He unwrapped the bandage, and the wolf moved in discomfort, but didn’t object. With a small exhale, Kirishima fully exposed the wound, and pressed the rag to his leg. The wolf snapped his head up and let out a large cry of pain, knocking his plate onto the floor with a clatter. He ran off the chair immediately and bared his teeth at Kirishima, growling, his eyes wide and aggressive.

Kirishima’s heart was beating at a hundred miles per minute, trying to find a way to calm down the wolf and survive at the same time. After all, ‘killed by aggressive wolf’ didn’t seem like a pleasant way to die. Kirishima held up both his hands in defeat, stepping back, trying to remember what his grandmother had taught him. “Hey, hey, I’m not going to hurt you. I’m sorry. I just want to treat your wound.” Kirishima went on to his knees and held out the rag, not looking away from the wolf. “Could you please let me help you?”

The wolf’s growls ceased, and he eyed Kirishima again, before relaxing, his teeth no longer bared. Kirishima let out a sigh of relief, and pressed the rag to the wound again gently. This time, it was fine, but the wolf’s fur pressed against the wound. Kirishima moved his hand back, expecting the wolf to lash out again, but instead the creature just hissed in pain before letting out a frustrated grunt. Then, he flashed white, and Kirishima looked away, squinting. But when he looked back again, the wolf was gone. Instead, there was a man. A man no older than he was, visibly around 19. He had the same sandy-ash blond hair that the wolf did, except his hair spiked around his head. His eyes were the same piercing Kirishima, and his body was a cream-like colour. He was built-- extremely built, with lean muscles and-

Oh. My. God.

Reality suddenly dawned in on Kirishima, and his eyes went wide,  expression shocked. He blinked once. Twice. Pinched his arm. Nope, still there. The wolf was actually a shifter. Shifter, meaning a creature who was both a wolf and a human, and could switch between forms at will. “Wait, wait, wait, you’re a shifter?!” Kirishima squeaked, more of his shock dawning on him because as well as the wolf he was previously treating suddenly transforming into a human--and a very attractive one-- he also had no clothes. Right, when shifters shifted they were naked, right. Ugh, god. Kirishima quickly reached to the chair and grabbed his hood, throwing it over him and covering his naked body. “Fucking looks like it, doesn’t it?” The shifter grumbled out, and Kirishima was immediately taken by surprise before he realised he was just answering Kirishima’s external cry of shock. “Why the fuck are you wearing a dress?”

Kirishima was slightly taken aback, looking down at his dress, slightly self-conscious before he rubbed the back of his head. “I--..uh, my grandmother made it for me.” Kirishima paused again, slightly awkward. He was trained to help animals. How the hell do you talk to humans? Kirishima cleared his throat. “Anyway. I’m Eijirou. Eijirou Kirishima. B-but I usually am just called Red, it’s basically my name.” The shifter let out a snort and gestured up to his hair. “Heh. It matches.” Kirishima’s cheeks immediately burned. “What’s your name?” Kirishima pushed again, slightly frustrated that his introduction hadn’t hinted at one back. The shifter eyed him again, and those eyes were captivating, god.  “..Bakugou. ‘M name’s Bakugou. Katsuki.” Bakugou finally mumbled, and Kirishima nodded. “Ugh..’re you gonna fuckin’ heal me, or what? Stupid fuckin’ human.” Kirishima quickly snapped back to normal and nodded, grabbing his basket and running towards Bakugou. He pulled up the hood just enough to reveal the cream-peach skin of Bakugou’s leg, and then the wound. Oh god. It looked even worse on human skin. “Oh wow...this doesn’t look like it was a bite from a predator. How exactly did this happen?” Bakugou grumbled, letting out an annoyed sigh. “...Hunters. Fuckin’ group of humans who hunt monsters were tryin’ ‘ta kill me. I got caught in one of their traps, caught my leg.” Kirishima winced and lightly ran his fingers over the wound, watching the wolf flinch in slight pain. “Okay, it’s easier to look at without the fur in the way. I’ll put more antiseptic on it and bound it.” Bakugou tensed for a moment, before nodding again, and Kirishima was able to carefully treat the wound. His touch was gentle and careful, looking at up Bakugou to read his expression for signs of distress, but in the end, was able to heal him well. “Okay, so uh... you’ll need to come back every now and again. Just to check up on it! Haha…” Kirishima was slightly nervous. Again, animals were a breeze to look after. He was an awkward mess around other humans. Bakugou eyed him suspiciously for a moment. “..Yeah. Thank you.” The shifter mumbles, and Kirishima immediately beams, his face brightening up before he laughs and shakes his head. “You don’t need to thank me! I’ll see you soon, yeah?” Bakugou grunted a reply, before slowly shifting back to a wolf, and disappearing into the woods again without another word.

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Bakugou began to slowly come back to the cottage every now and again, to Kirishima’s delight. Today’s one of those days, where Kirishima has just returned from a quick visit to a nearby village to find Bakugou in his half-wolf form, curled up in one of the recliner chairs. Upon getting to know Bakugou, Kirishima finds out that he actually has three forms. Fully human, fully wolf, of course, then a hybrid. A human form, but wolf ears and his tail. He’s sleeping, tail curled around his body to give him warmth, which means he’s obviously been there for a while. It’s a routine, now. Bakugou comes back, Kirishima checks on his wound, feeds him, maybe talk if Kirishima’s lucky, Bakugou leaves. “Bakugou, I’m back!” Kirishima makes his way over to the chair Bakugou’s in, and ruffles the top of his head. Bakugou groans, and scrunches up his features, a sign that he’s officially been woken up. Kirishima moves back while Bakugou lifts his head in a yawn, rubbing over his eyes and huffing. “Took you long enough, shithead.” Kirishima chuckles, Bakugou’s usually grumpy when he just wakes up. “Why do you keep coming back here, Bakugou? Your wound’s all healed now…” Kirishima has a coy smile on his face, because as much as Bakugou argues, Kirishima knows the shifter comes here because he enjoys Kirishima’s company. “I told you, idiot! ‘S not because of you! Food, no predators, and ‘s warm from winter. Shut the fuck up.”  Bakugou crossed his arms over his chest, huffing in annoyance again. He keeps on tugging at the hem of his shirt every now again, having still not gotten used to the concept of clothing. It took a lot of painful time for Kirishima to convince Bakugou to please wear any sort of clothing when he shifted. And with a lot of bribery and meals, Bakugou reluctantly agreed. “Okay, okay, drama queen. Maybe I should’ve left you in the woods that day.” Kirishima paused for a moment, thinking. Bakugou had never told him the full story of what exactly had happened in the woods that day, why he was being targeted. “Hey Bakugou, what actually happened in the woods? With the hunters?” Bakugou immediately tensed, looking up at Kirishima, before he let out a sigh, turning his head away. “They’re a group of human hunters who work with monsters to hunt down other monster parts n’ sell ‘em to get rich. Apparently the claws from a Shifter ‘re a rare item, so they were tryna’ kill me. Got chased by a guy named Shigaraki Tomura, ‘s been fucking at my neck for so damn long. Annoying as hell.” Kirishima went quiet, looking down for a moment. Bakugou looked up, and clicked his tongue. “‘S why I was so aggressive n’ shit when you tried to help. ‘M not that good with people.” Kirishima’s heart sank with empathy. God, he had no idea. That would be so... ugh, so hard. “What’ll you do if they come back?” There was always the possibility. Kirishima’s heard stories about the hunters, and they’re not one to give up easily. The thought of them coming back, and finishing what they started... it made Kirishima’s stomach drop. Not only because of his love for animals. Sure, he’d fight to protect anyone. But Bakugou? Kirishima couldn’t let anything happen to him. Kirishima didn’t know what he’d do if something did happen to him. The shifter clicked his tongue, again, and turned his head away. “‘F they come back, ‘ll kick their ass. Simple as that. Don’t get your fuckin’ panties in a twist.” Stay away from wolves, Eijirou. They’re dangerous. Like in Little Kirishima Riding Hood, they’re a mean and nasty creature that you can’t take care of, or they’ll eat you up. I can’t let anything happen to you, so you have to promise me, okay? That you won’t get hurt. Promise me, Eijirou.

I promise.

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Meanwhile….

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Three pairs of footsteps trudge through the forest, slowly, and it’s as if the sky shrinks back as they walk, it’s like the dark follows them like a dog on a leash. Lead by Shigaraki Tomura, the leader of the group of human hunters, draped in fabric and two sleek black gloves on each hand. Followed by the unnamed alchemist, Dabi, and Shigaraki’s companion, Kurogiri. Shigaraki leads, eyelids drooping and scratching the underside of his chin as he scans the forest around him. “The mutt got caught around here... find the trap. Kill him... we need to get his fur... bring it back to master.” His voice was quiet, deadly, like the uttering of the reaper upon deathbed. Shigaraki’s steps were slow, and he turned his head, looking around the area for that damn blond wolf he was after. He’d been chasing it for so long now... too long. Shifters were hard to find, they were rare creatures, after all, and if he let another one slip through his fingers? Master would not be happy. “Tomura... you might want to come here.” Kurogiri said, and something told Shigaraki that he wasn’t going to be bearing good news. Shigaraki pushed past the trees, moving Kurogiri out of the way to get a view of whatever he was looking at. Shigaraki’s eyes went wide, and he scowled, his eyebrows knotting together. The trap was there, well enough, its metallic silver teeth bared and tight chain tied. But the mutt was nowhere to be seen. Crimson, cherry blood stained the metal, and Shigaraki’s vision flashed Kirishima. “He got away...” Shigaraki hissed, and Dabi let out an annoyed sigh, before shaking his head. “Are you an idiot?” Dabi cocked a brow, and stepped closer, and Shigaraki’s pupils dilated in anger. “Wow, you really are. He didn’t get away. Look at the way it’s open. Someone let him go.” Shigaraki snapped his head back to the trap, analysing it carefully. And sure enough, it was wrenched open. He bent down, looking around it for a clue. And beside the trap, there was a small piece of torn, red fabric, as well as sugar-sweet crumbs from a sweet of some sort. A light bulb flashed in Kurogiri’s eyes, and he took the fabric from Shigaraki’s hands, turning it carefully. “I know where he is. This fabric, it’s from that animal healer, Recovery Girl. She lives in a cottage, just outside the village.” Shigaraki got up, slowly, turning back to Kurogiri, cracked lips stretched into a dangerous grin, his eyes widened sadistically. “Take me to her.”

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Kirishima and Bakugou were walking side by side after a quick trip to the village. Kirishima’s basket was stocked with new treats, and he could tell that it was taking Bakugou every amount of self control he had not to eat them. Bakugou had shifted back to his wolf form upon exit for the sake of comfort, and was whining, his stomach growling.

“Just be patient, you can have some food as soon as we get back! It’s not lunchtime yet.” Bakugou let out a grunt of annoyance, but let it go, and continued walking. The sooner they’d get there, the better. The two followed the familiar, sandy path that lead to their cottage. Bakugou came back so often that it was basically like he lived there. And there was no complaints on Kirishima’s side, quite the contrary. He was the one to tell Bakugou not to leave. Suddenly, Bakugou stopped in the middle of the path, as soon as the cottage came into view. “Bakugou? What’s wrong-...” Kirishima looked up to his home, and his throat went dry. Three men stood in front of his door, clearly older than him. They looked dangerous, and were holding knives, a bat, a familiar looking trap taken from the forest.

Kirishima’s heart began to pound a million miles a second as he finally realised exactly who these mysterious men are. The leader, scratched and peeling skin, face hidden behind a hood, piercing red eyes and a wide, sadistic grin behind stretched cracked lips. Shigaraki Tomura. The main leader from the group of human hunters. Kirishima stepped forward, pushing Bakugou behind him. “Well, well, well, I was expecting the old woman, but her grandson? Now, this is fun!” Shigaraki’s eyes were dilating, and fear coursed through Kirishima’s veins, his throat dry. Even though he was absolutely frozen with fear, only one thought repeated in his mind. Protect Bakugou. Bakugou snarled, trying to move forward, but Kirishima promptly cut him off, shaking his head. His eyes were blazing with intensity, and upon seeing that, Bakugou’s eyes went wide in shock. “Hey, hey, you don’t have to get hurt. All we’re after, is the mutt.” Shigaraki whispered, revealing a sharp dagger as he walked forward, and Kirishima let out a noise of surprise, but stood his ground. “I’m not going to let you take him. If you want to take him, then you’re gonna have to go through me. Take me instead.” Kirishima ignored Bakugou’s noise of protest, and he sucked in another breath. “My grandmother taught me everything about healing! I know everything there is to know! And besides...” Kirishima trailed off, before crossing his arms in front of him. He clenched his eyes shut, praying that it would work, and sure enough, something rippled through his arms right upon command. His skin turned jaggered, travelling down his skin one after the other, like dominos. And in less than two second, both of his hands were hardened, jagged and sharp, a human shield. “You’ll have to go through me.” Kirishima repeated, his voice sharp, and Shigaraki stepped back for a moment in shock, before laughing. “You really think a protective ability will be able to stop us? If you want us to go through you, then get ready to die!” Before Kirishima could even process the next move, Shigaraki ran forward and swung. Kirishima narrowly blocked, getting skidded back in the process. Bakugou yelled out and stepped in to join the fight, beginning to shift forms, back into his human one. Kirishima acted upon instant and grabbed Bakugou, throwing him as far back as he possibly could before again, blocking another hit by Shigaraki. Kirishima’s blood was pumping through his body fast enough to give him a headache, his hardened arms starting to weaken. No. I have to stand my ground, I have to stand my ground, and keep him safe! It’s my job, as a healer! Kirishima looked back up at Shigaraki, who aimed another blow to his torso. Kirishima wasn’t able to harden fast enough and the air was stolen through his lungs, and he fell to the floor in a cough. He skalily stood up again, and hardened his arms as the next blow came. Kirishima swung back between hits, his hood getting tore and mangled off his shoulders, his basket forgotten, dress tearing. He didn’t focus on Bakugou, all he could think about was taking them down, getting them out of here.

The other man finally stepped in with a coarse laugh, before holding up his hand and immediately setting light blue flames into the air. Kirishima’s heart stopped. “You really think you stand a chance? Step away from the fire unless you want to get burned, little boy.” He taunted, and Kirishima squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head. His eyes were forced open when he felt a searing pain in his stomach, Shigaraki had thrown another punch while he was distracted. Kirishima fell to the floor, coughing blood. The two men loomed over him, and Kirishima’s facade dropped. He looked up in complete and utter defeat, fear paralysing him, taking over his body like a virus. Kirishima couldn’t move. He couldn’t move a muscle. Not even as the two lifted their hands to land the final blow, he saw the flash of blue and the sadistic, dilating pupils and he couldn’t move. But he didn’t have to. As soon as the blow hit Kirishima was sent crashing to the floor, crying out in pure pain. He heard a roar, a familiar, throat wrenching bellow that merged into a growl. Kirishima was able to make out the shape of Bakugou in front of him before his vision went black. ------------------

“Kirishima.”

“Oi, Kirishima. Get up.” “God, you’re such a fucking idiot-ugh, wake up!” “Kirishima. Oi, Kirishima. Fucking hell, Kirishima! Please...” Kirishima opened his eyes, blinking slowly, scrunching up his face in discomfort. His eyes go wide as his memories flood back, and he sat up in a hurry. Bakugou was kneeling in front of him, and he looked absolutely awful. His pale skin was now blue-purple, scattered with bruises. His lip was split, blood caked his face, mixed with the spattered brown dirt. Both of his eyes were bruised and black, and he looked on the verge of passing out. Kirishima’s eyes began to water and he scrambled forward, taking Bakugou’s face in his hands. “Bakugou! Oh my god, Bakugou, what happened? Where’d they go? Are you ok? They didn’t hurt you too bad, did they? I’m so sorry, I’m so, so sorry-” Kirishima rambled, and Bakugou winced in pain, his eyes drooping, his body falling in Kirishima’s hand. When he finally spoke, his voice was hoarse and quiet, lidded with pain. “You... passed out. They left, fuckin’ cowards. God, you scared me so much, you’re such an idiot...” Bakugou trailed off, his body going completely limp, his eyes fluttering shut. Kirishima caught him, immediately letting out a cry of surprise, completely panicking. He had to take care of Bakugou, he had to get him medical treatment and had to do it now. Kirishima moved Bakugou into his lap, cradling him close to his chest and rushed back to the cottage as fast as he could. Kirishima ran inside, his body straining to carry Bakugou in his sore state, but he couldn’t care less. He placed Bakugou down on the bed, his heart pounding like a drum inside his chest. Kirishima cradled Bakugou’s head, pressing Bakugou’s  forehead to his, whispering It’ll be alright, I promise it’ll be alright.

Kirishima didn’t sleep that night.

He stayed up in a buzz, completely and utterly panicked. Kirishima pulled out every book he had, every bit of first aid he could find to try and help Bakugou. Kirishima’s eyes prickled with tears when he caught sight of Bakugou’s wounds, big and ugly, scarring his picture-perfect skin. Kirishima bit his lip, knowing that he couldn’t let that stop him, and went over to treating the next wound. At that point, the moon began to rise into the sky, exchanging the light for night. The cottage was lit by moonlight, and Kirishima wasn’t tired, at all. He had to make sure Bakugou would be ok. He had to do anything to make it okay. Kirishima finished treating all of his wounds, panic still pounding in his chest. He pulled back the blankets, gently tugged out the plastic he’d placed underneath Bakugou before covering him gently with a thin blanket. Kirishima sat himself in the chair opposite the bed, curling up in it as best he could, pulling a spare blanket over his body.

He tried to sleep. But sleep never came.

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“Kirishima. ‘S that you?” Kirishima’s eyes shot open in the chair, and he looked up to see Bakugou sitting upright in the bed, groaning as he pulled back the blanket to take a look at his mended wounds. Kirishima let out a happy cry and ran out of the bed and to Bakugou’s side, tears forming in his eyes. He wrapped Bakugou in a hug, gently, and Bakugou lets out an annoyed groan and struggles and wrenches in his gasp, causing Kirishima to laugh. “Oi! Get off me, you fucking idiot!” Bakugou hissed, but Kirishima just laughs again, the tears starting to freely fall. Bakugou goes quiet. “Oi. Why’re you cryin’?” Kirishima just shook his head with another laugh, holding his hand to his eyes to wipe away the tears before turning to Bakugou with a smile. “You saved me, Bakugou!” Kirishima exclaimed, letting go of Bakugou. “The big bad wolf, saved me.” Kirishima marvelled, stepping back. Bakugou looked at him in complete and utter confusion, and Kirishima just laughed again. Laughed because they were safe, they were here, it was okay. Little Red Riding Hood, saved by the Big Bad Wolf. And that was a story to tell.

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Hello! I was wondering if you could either give some recommendations or make a minilist for fics dealing with Hanahaki Disease??? Thanks!

Hiya! I haven’t finished any Hanahaki fics, so here’s a mini-list instead of recommendations!

-Ellie

1 Series. 24 Works.

It’s My Quirk Actually by Huarta ( T | 33,601+ | 11/? )

Many people have different kinds of ways to find their soulmates, but Izuku has a strange one, a very strange soulmark. Or is it a quirk? If so how is growing flowers in and outside his body supposed to help?

[Graphic Depictions of Violence]

Chapter 7 of Random BNHA Scenes by eloastara ( E | 457 | 1 out of 20 )

This is just a bunch of random shit I’ve been writing recently. Mostly porn and fluff. I’m adding tags as I go, but its basically just my dumb multi shipper ass going off and so much bottom Baku :)

remember me as a time of day by semiautomatichearts ( M | 7,973+ | 3/? )

Six Weeks.

When he looked at the bloodied petals cupped in his palms, the roots coiled around the trembling tips of his fingers, he knew it was all he had. Six weeks to overcome, six weeks to make himself fall out of love with Bakugou Katsuki.

“Listen to me, because I’m only going to say this once. I have six weeks to live unless you help me stop loving you.”

[Series] Tiger Lilies and Crysanthemums by limesicle ( T | 14,115 | 3 Works | Complete )

If Hanahaki existed in the BnHA universe.

Notes:I’ve marked this series as complete, but I like how their relationship is going, so maybe I’ll write more–like future oneshots or something along those lines.

edit: I drew fanart because I’m weak x

flower language by Agent_Fluff ( T | 21,321+ | 7/20 )

Bakugou Katsuki is in love with his best friend. As much as he will deny it, and scream that he hates Midoriya Izuku from the top of his lungs, the proof is in the petals that bloom in his lungs.

And there’s nothing he can do about it.

a disease called love by theboykingofhell ( M | 34,160+ | 12/? )

A villain with a strange quirk infects Bakugou with something that is slowly destroying him from the inside out. Something that is forcing something he’d buried deep down back out into the light, something he’s not willing to reveal, no matter what that cost is. What does it take to save him? What lengths will Midoriya go to to keep Bakugou safe? And what does it mean to die… for love?

[Graphic Depictions of Violence | Suicide | Abuse | Self-Harm]

Showy and Dry yet still Golden by KraTheSunflower ( T | 5,793+ | 4/? )

Flowers were supposed to be beautiful. So then why do these seem so ugly?

Aquiver by stardustacademia (cosmiclarents) ( Not Rated | 4,083 | 1/1 )

This is supposed to be their happily ever after.

Unfortunately, ‘Happily Ever After’ doesn’t always guarantee unconditional satisfaction.

Love Away by NightOwlFury ( T | 5,358 | 1/1 )

Occasionally his eyes would trail to the table seating a certain green-haired boy, but for the most part he simply watched those who sat at his table. Katsuki finished his food right before the bell rang, signalling the end of lunch. He stood up with the others, slinging his bag over his shoulder and heading to class.For the time being, he completely forgot about the petals.

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SeriesPart 7 of KatsuDeku Week 2017

it’s you by LordExplodo-Angst (QueerPinoy) ( E | 11,047 | 8/8 )

At first, five drops of blood.

Then, blood-soaked pastel pink petals, and then a small rose with a short stem with thorns.

“Fuck!” He yelled, slamming his fist down onto the sink, pantomiming his urge to crush this feeling. “Goddammit!”

He stood there, breath heavy, for a long time.

He scooped up the flower and dropped it into the garbage, rinsed the blood from the sink and washed his hands.

He’d hold onto this secret until he died from it.

[On Hiatus] Efflorescence by SleepieAsh ( T | 10,349+ | 4/? )

As beautiful as they were, he grew tired of the sight (and taste) of green chrysanthemums after the first petal fell from his mouth.

(Somewhere between the bug-catching and hand-holding, Bakugou fell for his childhood friend. In turn, he traded the relief of surgery for feelings of fondness and the misery that came with it.)

Scattered Anemones by gaytodoroki ( T | 3,582 | 1/1 )

“Fuck you for making me cough up a ton of shitty flowers,” is what Bakugou might say to him, if he had the courage to actually confess and wasn’t stuck panicking over his stupid crush.

[Panic Attacks]

Bloom by MasterOfBread ( G | 1,244 | 1/1 )

From the time that he was a little boy, barely able to walk, Izuku could faintly remember his mother telling him to be careful of who he decided to share his love with. “Guard that little bulb in your heart, my sweet Izuku. And wait for the right love to make it bloom

SeriesPart 1 of Hanahaki Disease AU

Marry Me by LittleMissWritingProdigy ( T | 1,244 | 1/1 )

“Kacchan…” Deku breathed, eyes still wide with something Katsuki hoped was wonder. “That was…you…I-”

“Marry me.” Katsuki interrupted, his tone definitive as he stared at him. Red eyes scanned Deku’s face, from his hair, to his freckles, to his lips - admittedly lingering on his lips for a short while - before moving back up to those soft green eyes that had ruined him from day one.

Katsuki didn’t think it was possible, but Deku’s eyes widened even more. His breath hitched. “What.”

Lilacs by MorphineFangs ( Not Rated | 12,980 | 1/1 )

Hanahaki Disease is a disease in which the victim coughs up flower petals when they suffer from one-sided love. It ends when the beloved returns their feelings (romantic love only; strong friendship is not enough), or when the victim dies. Surgical removal can cure the victim, but they will become incapable of loving ever again.

[Major Character Death]

[Abandoned] Flower Fields by pixelkitt ( T | 6,016 | 3/? )

“Flowers are pretty, but not when they have my bloodstains on them.”

i will never not think about you by nicolet ( E | 2,558 | 1/1 )

When I kiss you, flowers fall from my lips, and they’re suffocating me. I know you don’t love me, and yet with every breath that I take, I am still drawn to you. I cannot help myself, even as blood drips down my chin, I need you. I love you.

Won’t you love me back?

(Bakugou Katsuki suffers from Hanahaki Disease, and he knows who it is that he loves. Deku, his childhood friend who has become a villain. He’s a hero, he’s always victorious. Yet this is a fight he cannot win.)

Ghosts and Giving Up by aideyn ( T | 1,541 | 1/1 )

Izuku had compared the color of the flowers to his eyes, a few days ago. Had said they were pretty, that he couldn’t quite hate them at first. As if Katsuki wanted to have anything in common with the flowers that clogged up Izuku’s throat, like he could do anything but hate the flowers that worked their way out of Izuku’s lungs.

It was hard to tell where the petals ended and the blood began in the soft valleys of the white hospital sheets.

Bloom by anontigg ( M | 1,955+ | 2/3 )

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 Attempt]

Winning in December by magnificent_catastrophe ( M | 4,346 | 1/1 )

Not everything ends happy and not everything turns up roses. Sometimes, things do turn up roses and not end up happy. At least, that’s the case for Midoriya Izuku

[Major Character Death]

アジサイ by BlackSclera ( T | 694 | 1/1 )

Izuku is fine. Everything is fine.

sakura by interruptedPharos ( T | 5,190 | 1/1 )

Bakugô empieza a toser pequeños y delicados pétalos rosas y, como siempre, es culpa de Deku.

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ALL THE EMOJI ASKS PLS RACHEL

I DONT THINK U REALIZE HOW MANY THERE BLOODY IS THIS TOOK ME SO LONG AHGSJHAGSJHAGSJ

💗 if you could hug anyone, who would it be? @occultlike she looks like she’d be soft n squishy n im here for that

🐹 what are some of your favourite Pokémon and why? litwick!!! idk its just so pretty!!!! i also love darkrai n jirachi cus those were two of my fave pokemon movies as a kid!!!

🌠 if you were in charge of the world, what would the world look like? p fucking gay ig uhh there would be flowers every fucking wear for sure

👀 what was the most recent vivid dream that you had? i dont dream much?? the last dream i had all i remember is like,,, somebody ik dying?? idk

☀️ what do you like the most about your best friend? idr have a best friend BUT i love all my friends for being the most TALENTED N CREATIVE people ever im. gushing

😘 talk about your crush or partner - dude i have a new crush every week but uhh but i kinda have a thing for my friend ajhdahdha

💁 if someone was rude to you, would you be rude back? def not!!!!! i hate confrontation n i usually just stay silent (although that never fuckin works n i really need to stand up for myslef ahdgahd) tho if its playful ill def be a bitch

🌟 what do you like about yourself? (must choose at least 3 things!) I’ve gotten through so much n im still here!!!!!! // i try to be kind to the people around me // 

🐾 what are you scared of most? how will you overcome it? uhh this is dumb but really myself??? like, my paranoia is really shit n it makes me scared of alot of shit im fully aware isn’t a threat or anything 

🎁 what never fails to make you happy? flowers!!!!!!!!!!!!

💙 what annoys you about some people? people who are rude for no reason!!!!! it just annoys me when people say something in a rude tone for literally no reason yknow

😤 do you get angry easily? uhh yes unfortunately!!!! i have alot of pent up anger ahdhaajsdhasd

🐇 what do you always daydream about? alot of things!!! i’ll often daydream about mundane stuff like what i’m gonna draw later n that

🌻 if you could change 3 things about the world what would you change? 

✈️ what is your dream city and why? hmm vancouver looks pretty cool!!!!!! idk im a lil bit sheltered n a lil bit bad at georgraphy

☕️ talk about your ideal day - i’d wake up n make some green tea and honey and then do some painting in my room, n have pasta for dinner!!!! i love pasta jadhajsdja

🌸 are you an introvert, ambivert or extrovert? introvert definitely!!! i love my friends but being around people, especially outside is really draining hh

💧 when was the last time you cried? uhh yesterday hjdgasd i cry p much every day HhhhH

🎵 name 5 songs you love at the moment - wetsuit // a lack of colour // drop pop candy // talk too much // if you’re over me

⚡️ if you had any superpower, what would it be and why? i’ve always thought itd be awesome to be able to read peoples mind!!!! ig i really just want to know what people think of me?? ahdhags

💛 if you could talk to your younger self, what would you say? please for the love of god don’t eat that much icing at once it won’t end well

💚 who are you jealous of and why? idrk um i’m naturally kinda jealous of loads of artists??? just cus i think my arts been p bad recently n im really envious of others art hhh 

💎 which one would you rather have more of: intelligence, beauty, kindness, wealth or bravery? why? kindness!!! i’m none of those things except for kind so i might aswell go that route yknow ahdhadgaj

🙊 what are you ashamed of? dude alot of things honestly most things i do adjhadhass 

🌺 which languages do you know? which do you want to learn? i know english and welsh!!!!! i don’t think i’d be able to learn another language tbh hh

🍀 if you could be any fictional character’s best friend/lover, which fictional character would you be? hmm i love tomoyo daidouji n i’d love to be her friend!!!!! (she’s from cardcaptor sakura!!!)

💜 which acts of kindness are you going to do today? i’m in the proccess of drawing something for someone!!!! n fufilling reqs!!!!

🐬 if you could transform into any animal/magical creature, what would you be and why? a siren bcs theyre pretty and murderous n i like that

🍄 talk about someone/something you really dislike - ash she’s a real dumbass yknow

😣 talk about some things that have been making you depressed/angry/anxious lately - everything tbh hh ive been going thru a rlly shit rough patch atm but!!! im still here so 

🍪 what did you want to be as a kid, and what do you want to be now? i wanted to be a artist, n i didnt for a couple years but i do again!!!!

🍰 what are some of your favourite sugary foods? chocolatechocolatechocolate 

🍑 what are you obsessed with? currently bnha n kiribaku!!!!!!!! n uhh kamideku/tododeku/kamisero/ashido and happiness

💘 what happens to you when you’re stressed? i uhh cry hh

😪 what are you sick of? it being so hot!!!!!! gahh

🙀 are you an adrenaline seeker? nO

☔️ would you consider yourself a good person? i’m definitely trying!!!!!! i don’t know if i really am yet though ahah

😊 what do you like to do as hobbies? painting!!!! video games!!!! i love doing sumi-e/oil/watercolour/digital painting n i love nintendo games!!

🎤 what’s the last song you hummed or sang by yourself? i sang Hot n Cold ahddgahdajadh

🐝 what’s your worst trait? how are you planning to improve it? me being a bit of a pushover hadahdsjjah im trying to stand up for myself but it usually just ends up in more grief HHH

🎨 what do you always doodle when you’re bored? eyes!!!!!! i draw eyes all over my school books, and bloody hands!! // i like doodling blood hh

🐻 what’s stopping you from chasing your dreams? i’m like uhhh 2 years old ig

🌷 what’s your mbti personality and why do you think it suits you? i havent,,, done that hhh

👑 who are your favourite celebrities and why? off the top of my head i love jenna coleman cus uhhh shes a pretty lady

🍋 do you consider yourself an emotional person? o fuck yeah

📚 share 3 books that you love and your favourite quote from them. alices adventures in wonderland // ‘she generally gave herself very good advice, although she very seldom followed it’ | through the looking glass and what alice found there // ‘Thy loving smile will surely hail the love-gift of a fairy tale.” | the lion, the witch and the wardrobe // ‘She did not shut it properly because she knew that it is very silly to shut oneself into a wardrobe, even if it is not a magic one.’ 

😔 what do you always do when you feel sad? does it help? i listen to music!!!! 

😌 what thoughts keep you going when you’re sad? def my friends!!! i don’t acc like talking about things that are bothering me but i know they’d all be willing to listen and care about what i say n that makes me happy ahhh

🌍 which country do you live in? wales!!!!

🐧 describe yourself in 3 words - salty, tired, TIRED

💭 do you keep a diary? i have tried but alas i cant keep up w that shit

💫 who inspires you? so many people!!!! my science teacher is p cool n i wanna be like him!!

👻 do you believe in ghosts and why? idk but uhh i like buzzfeed unsolved so

🎀 what’s your fashion sense like? black, hoodies n sweaters n LEGGINGS

🎬 what are some of your favourite films? the captain america movies!!!!

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BNHA self insert AU [Book 3]

New? Read here! Then here!

Chapter 14: I Wanna Be A Cowboy Babey~

After a few weeks of intense training, I do the damn thing at the Sports Festival. But now there’s an added security that all the intel student also attend for any suspicious activity. Wish I could do it since they’ll all be in plain clothes instead of suited up, but no! That just makes my position that much more important because I can see if any of the students are acting suspicious. This is all because of the last villain attack and the info I told my mom. Apparently its a big lead but nobody will tell me anything about it aside from be on high alert for any inter-student or inter-hero conspiracy....whatever that is!

-Day of Sports Festival-

“GOOOOOOOD MORNING EVERYONE! AND WELCOME TO THE OPENING CEREMONY OF THE UA SPORTS FESTIVAL, 3RD YEARS STADIUM! I’M YOUR BELOVED HOST, PRESENT MIC!”

“Jeez you would think that after all this time he’d retire” I commented after the blaring of the opening ceremony siren.

“Aren’t you excited Iida-kun?!” hyped Gon “Its the final sports festival for us! And we’ll see how far everyone’s gone! Well, everyone is finally going to see how awesome you are with your two quirks!”

“Oh please! I barely figured out how to upkeep with the kick of my engines a few weeks ago!” I denied Gon’s hype for me “I’m just me, and all I know is how to kick ass and make a big show out of it.”

I do the things and did fairly well. But the dreaded spars came up and my name was on the scoreboard because my team did well on the steal the headband game...stupid competitive nature of mine! So I fought some dude in the B class and won because the dude tired himself too early in the fight. In the second round I won my fight with a different B class student, I punched them a little too hard that they stepped out of bounds. But finally came lunch time! I rushed to Beizu for hugs.

“How does it feel getting to the 3rd round with minimal damage?” Beizu praised me as we sat in the corridor “Bet your dad and uncle are so proud!”

I rolled my eyes as I swallowed my food “Don’t think I wanna do it or that I’m proud of myself! It’s like amateur hour and I asked to get my ass kicked!”

“Oh so you wanted to lose today son?” responded a familiar voice to the right of us.

“Dad? What are you doing down here?” I asked in confusion “I thought you weren’t supposed to come down here without an escort?”

“Well...I have a reason, your mother wanted me to check on you” Dad was being a little skiddish “I texted her videos of your fight and she asked me to check if you were okay with those fights.”

That was something new “Huh? She could tell?”

“Your mother can tell the slightest of discontent in anyone!” Dad chuckled “But I could tell too in your fights that you were disappointed. You have the same fighting mindset like your mother, fight like you mean it and with fire in your eyes.”

“I guess” I sigh and look down at my to-go plate of musubi and takoyaki “I was expecting something better than this. I don’t get the hype and these fights feel like I’m wasting my time doing the hero part of my dual enrollment. Bet you didn’t feel like this when it was your third year sports festival.”

“Actually, I did” Dad spoke up “But it was for a different reason. I wanted to make it to the top 3 for your mom. I trained hard, planned out what I was going to tell her before my match” Dad turned red “All so I can finally ask your mom to be mine and have her watching me closely. But it all fell apart, right here actually!”

“Oh! Do you remember what day and year?” Beizu piped up and pulled out the device from his pocket “I kinda want to see what happened.”

“Why did you take that with you?” I asked

Beizu shrugged “Thought it would help in case things went down.”

So dad told Beizu the day and year, and the hologram popped up of a young Mr Hitoshi and mom sharing a moment.

“Come on, just a kiss to hold me over until everything ends?”

“Fine, one kiss!”

Mom got on her tippy toes to kiss and it looked kinda cute. But I know things didn’t turn out so cute later.

“Pause it here” asked Dad to Beizu, then walked over to the stairwell “I was right here, watching my love kiss the one person that told I had a crush on her. I felt so defeated, I wasted my time and efforts to get her attention so I could confess. After this incident, I just couldn’t believe that she’d hide her relationship with him from me! Her so called ‘chosen family’ when she didn’t trust me with this.”

I cringed at the sight of young dad on the floor “Geez, and you got her flowers! So what did you do?”

“I just existed and pretended I didn’t know anything until she decided to tell me” Dad fixed his glasses “If I didn’t confront her about it during the dance, she probably would have never told me.”

“That’s a whole 5 months from now!” gasped Beizu “No wonder you were so upset and basically ghosted her after graduation!”

“Did mom ever tell you why?”

“No, but I put all the pieces together when we started dating” Dad smiled “She didn’t want me to know because she loved me more but I was too stubborn to say anything about my feelings toward her. So she was waiting for me to say something and leave Hitoshi the moment that happens.”

“But Mr Hitoshi knew that already huh?” I looked back at the two kissing “He knew this was a complicated love triangle and added some drama to it to make you say something.”

“Yup, he told us that on our wedding” Dad watched the holograms fizzle away “But you already know what happens at the end Iwata, I ended up reuniting with her and never let go after that. All those years without her felt like a waste, so I make every moment matter with her and our family.” He turned toward me “So don’t feel down that things feel like a waste! Make everything count Iwata!”

“So you’re telling me that I should kick my last opponent’s ass so hard they never forget it?” I thought out loud “Because I don’t want my last fight here to feel like a waste, I wanna make it count!”

“I was going say win this one for your mom or Beizu because I didn’t have love motivating me to make it matter. But what you said makes for a better fight” He put his hand on my shoulder “Go kick their butt son! I’m proud of you no matter what.”

“Thanks dad” I smiled but then the siren wailed, marking the end of lunch “Oh jeez, you better get back up there. Pretty sure they’ll do a head count real soon.”

“I’ll escort you back Mr Iida” offered Beizu “I have to go to my post before the start of the third round.”

“See you guys later then!” I got my left over food and turned toward the student wing “I won’t disappoint!”

I got back in time to wind down a bit before my turn. To my horror, it’s with Gon and I felt conflict. He’s my friend, the usual suspect for hero things! We trained together, developed together and so much more. Can I really be satisfied beating him when it’s his dream to win this? A hand on my shoulder jolted me out of my thoughts.

“Hey, I know we didn’t get along all these years” said my classmate��“But don’t go easy because Gon-kun is your friend. It’s disrespectful to not give your all to someone that’s giving their everything!”

What kind of bizarro world do I live in!? An enemy giving me advice?! I give them a nod and smile “Thanks, I think I’ll be okay now.”

“Good! Now go kick his butt”

I walk out to the arena to hear the roar of the crowd. How fucked up is that this is just quirk cock-fighting? Like, we’re teenagers! And these are grown ass people that paid to watch us? Plus the broadcasting?! Talk about exploitation! But that’s where my self awareness thoughts end, I was face to face with Gon.

“The final spar of the festival! Ryuusuke Gon vs Iwata El Roca Iida!” blared the host “Two A class students going head to head! This is Iida’s first festival debut, following in the footsteps of his family of the Ingenium name! Will he come on top or settle for second?!”

“I won’t disappoint you Iida-kun” Gon says as he gets in fighting stance “I’ve trained along side you all these years, time to show you what I’m capable of!”

I smile and get in my stance “I won’t hold back either. Please kick my ass Gon-kun!”

The start whistle was blown and we went at it. This fight felt like an actual challenge! But with one leg swing to the upper back, I knocked him out cold. The way his body went limp scared me, I used my telekinesis to catch him before he could hit the ground. He was still breathing and alive, just out for the count. But I didn’t want him to go out like this, so I shook his body out of desperation.

“WAKE UP STUPID!” I slapped him “Come on, quit playin’! Get up!...Please!”

“Looks like Ryuusuke Gon has been defeated, making Iwata El Roca Iida the winner of the UA 3rd year Sports Festival!”

“Wait- what?!” I processed this win and looked up to the spectators, they were out of their seats and roaring their cheers. The camera panned up to my face and I gave my uncomfortable smile. Gon was taken to the nurse quarters as I was instructed to get up on the winners block. While I was satisfied with that fight, I didn’t mean to win like this. Then out came Deku to give us our medals and I got more dissatisfied with this win!

“Congratulations young Iida-kun!” cheerfully spoke Deku as he hovered the first place medal over my head “You made your family name proud!”

I scowled “I don’t want it” I hard-stopped his arms with my telekinesis, before he could place the medal on me “I don’t deserve shit! This wasn’t supposed to happen! I wanted to get my ass whooped, not get 1st place!”

“Well it’s too bad young Iida-kun” Deku flicked his wrists to toss the thing onto me sloppily “You changed the outcome on this fight yourself. Now you have to live in this reality where you are the winner and live with it. Just like your mom all those years ago.”

That threw me off, to the point where I wasn’t clocking all the cheers and roars of the crowd were for me. I was thinking about how quickly fate can change because of our impulses and how we have to live with the outcomes for the rest of our lives. We can’t go back to change them, just apologize and try not to mourn your desired reality. I wonder if that’s how mom felt with she came over here, or when things fell apart between her and Mr Hitoshi? In any case, I have to start by apologizing to Gon for stealing his win. I walk into the infirmary after the closing ceremony.

“Hello? May I come in?”

“Hm? Oh! Iwata, yes please come in” said nurse Eri as she finished her notes “congratulations by the way!”

“Thanks, heh” I meekly responded as I shifted my gaze to the occupied bed “Is he- doin alright?”

Eri looked over to where I was looking, then turned to face me “He’s doing just fine. If you’re wondering, he was at his limit when you struck him down. It wasn’t your fault and he’s not seriously injured” she patted my shoulder “You can stay a while with him if you’d like, he woke up a few minutes ago.”

I walk over to pull back the curtain to see a bandaged up Gon on the bed.

“Gon-kun? Listen, I-”

“Iida-kun! You knocked me out cold with your super cool aerial move!” hyped Gon, forgetting his injury “You’re super fast and I thought I could out speed you! But I spent all my energy evading your palm piston pews” he mimicked the move with sound effects “Man, what an awesome fight! You earned that first place!”

“You’re not upset?” I questioned “But you wanted to win this so badly! You wouldn’t shut up on how you wanted Deku to place that first place on your neck and the selfie you wanted to take afterwards” nothing made sense in this logic “How do I deserve this more than you?”

“You do deserve it! You put in so much more effort in your training and studies” Gon listed as he slowly sat up “You’re one of the most genuine people I know! I’d be more upset if I lost to someone that wanted to win for selfish reasons or didn’t train hard because their quirks are ‘good enough’ to beat everyone with. I saw that you wanted a good, honest fight; just like me! You inspired me to train even harder to work on endurance and speed.” He pointed at the ‘1st place’ engraved gold that hung on my neck “So you wear that medal proudly!”

I sighed and chuckled a bit “Okay then, I guess I’ll accept this gold. Thanks Gon-kun, for giving a good and honest fight.”

So it all worked out, I didn’t feel guilty and Gon still got his second place with the Deku selfie. I guess this outcome isn’t so bad! But what else is waiting for me now that I changed the course of things with this win?

-The following Monday, Homeroom-

“...and now for a special announcement!” sensei said as he finished taking roll “As you’re aware of all the specialized agent tests given at the academy level, these past few events has sparked interest in the board on our three-man team to take on the Hero-Take Down practice test coming up AND the Labyrinth practice test!”

“Oh shit I wonder who’s the third person” I whispered to Beizu “For a long ass time the board as had their eye on you and the class rep.”

Beizu sneered at me “Bitch it’s you! Who else could it be?!”

“Naw, thats straight cap” I gave him a face “No way it’s me.”

“Okay then, if it is you” Beizu started “You bottom, if not, then you top.”

“You got yourself deal” I held out my hand to shake on it “I’m so confident that it’s not me, that I’ll even wear lingerie if I’m wrong!”

“No take backies!” he said as he grabbed my hand to shake it eagerly.

“Your three man team is Hatsune Beizu, Gee Celi and Iida Iwata” sensei motions to me “That sports festival win really put you on the scope and now you get to represent us at the practice exams.”

I froze in my seat....oh shit, I must of sounded like an absolute clown making that bet with Beizu. OH SHIT NOW I GOTTA DO MORE TRAINING! So much for coasting by the rest of the school year.

“Congrats babe” teased Beizu “You might be the entire circus, but your my circus~”

I softly slam my head onto my desk. Man, I hate this timeline!

-Fast forward, early May-

I’ve done more training and honing my weaponry skills for this first practice test. While it’s still a few weeks away, I’ve asked my mom, aunty Mimi and uncle Jin for advice. They all strongly advise to train together and build upon our weaknesses to fully cover ourselves. But I can’t believe I’m so close to the end of my time here at UA. I know that things are going to be set for me afterwards, but how did my mom and her friends do it? They built themselves from the ground up and worked hard everyday, even to this day! Makes me feel like I should be doing more but there really isn’t, I’m not destined for greater things, I am just me. And that’s okay too.

“Hey we got the special jumpsuits” Beizu said as I entered the door to our room “Try it on so they can make adjustments in time.”

“When did they come by?!” I asked confused because I was taking a quick shower.

“Dude you were in the shower for like 20 minutes” Beizu clarified as he tossed me my jumpsuit “What were your shower thoughts this time?”

I extended my jumpsuit to check the length of it “Ya know, the usual what ifs” I take note of the material “is this teflon mesh?”

“Yup, I was just as surprised” Beizu started to put on his “Made to withstand heat and blades while being breathable.”

I put mine on and looked in the mirror “Wow, I look like my mom in that practice test video” I reached out to touch the mirror “Bei, do you think teenaged mom would clock me as her son?”

“I think so” Beizu walked into view of the mirror “Pretty sure if you showed up in the past in front of her, she’d get excited about the future. Probably flip when you tell her who your dad is.”

“She’d probably call cap on me” I laughed thinking about it “until I show her these pistons, then she’d faint probably.”

“I can see that happening” Beizu laughed “but it looks like I’m going to need a longer jumpsuit, it’s not fitting at the bottom at all.”

I check my suit fully “Oof same for me, it’s like they didn’t account for all this ass.”

“Double cheeked up on test day, hella ass, the sun is still out!” joked Beizu.

“Proctor, I’m trying to stealth on the enemy” I turn around flex my ass “but I’m dummy thicc and the clap of my cheeks is alerting the heroes.”

That had us howling in laughter on the floor. It’s been a while since I’ve laughed like this with Beizu. Things have gotta so serious since the villain attacks. All the waiting around for the next one is making everyone anxious. But it’s all the little things with Beizu that make things better. We really don’t have the time to celebrate our birthdays this year, as the test lands on my birthday. But that gives me an idea for later...

-Day of test, suiting up-

I zip up my suit and fix the sleeves in the mirror. I know that I’m capable to carry for my team and do anything, but so many people are coming to this practice test. Most of them scouters that heard that I’m Ingenium’s son. At least word that I’m my mom’s son got out, otherwise there would be people spilling out of the place! I look to my left and see Beizu securing his holsters, trying not to get those nervous jitters.

“Hey, it’s okay to be nervous” I put my hand on his shoulder “I want to make a deal with you.”

“Huh? What kind of deal?” Beizu asked curiously, snapping him out of his nerves.

“If we do good on this one, lets go home for the weekend” I suggested “Just to get outta the scene for a bit before the next round of training. I don’t think I wanna stick around for and rush back into training.”

Beizu smiled and sighed “I’d like that actually” he put his arms around my neck “I haven’t spend enough quality time with you. At least, not the type that I want to do.”

I glance at the clock “It seems like we’ll be cut short of this quality time too” I look at his face “Kiss me for good luck?”

“Okay, one kiss” he responded right before connecting the kiss.

I put my arms around his waist and savored this kiss. But of course we got disrupted by our teammate kicking the door down.

“Oh what the- you two are A THING?!” gasped Gee at the sight.

“It’s kinda obvious, no?” I said very casual, arms still around Beizu.

“NO?! You guys got me used to all your weird habits that I didn’t put it all together!” Gee turned around “I’ll just, umm, wait in the wing for you! Sorry again!”

Beizu waited until she was out of sight “Guess we should put on the visor and head out.”

“One more kiss” I pleaded “this time it will be a lucky one.”

When we were ready, we lined up in the waiting wing with Gee-san. What is going await us on the other side? Will I really live up to the hype? The start siren wailed and we ran into action. The beginning swarm was a piece of cake! Everything was okay until after the river zone, that’s where all the strong and quick ones were. I was maybe a little faster and using both of my quirks just to keep them off of Gee-san, as she was the slowest of us. Then came the biggest obstacle, literally. Someone with a rock bending quirk made a rock wall that was too high and smooth to climb effectively.

“Iwa, it’s time to use the slingshot” Beizu cried out.

“But you need my help here” I blast someone with my palm piston “and the slingshot is a one person at a time thing!”

“Don’t you worry about me!” Gee said in the heat of her tussle “We need you to kick some ass behind that wall, I’d get squashed if I go by myself.”

“No arguments!” Beizu gets in position “you know what to do.”

I nod and brace for take off. The feeling of getting thrown into the air is surreal, limbs at the will of the air around you. But I didn’t lose myself in thought, I kicked on my engines to fly onto the other side. Floating down I saw the last two to take down and the finish line. They came at me at the same time, and I held up as much as I could but I was getting tired. I got one person down but the other wasn’t letting up! What to do?! I dropped my one gun back at the river! And I had to conserve my energy in case I had to fly again! Think, THINK! It clicked in my head that maybe I didn’t need to fight, just distract until Beizu or Gee gets over here! They have to cross the finish line too! So I took off my holster belts and posed.

“What’s with the pose?” questioned the other person “there’s no use! You’re out of weapons and getting tired, just forfeit!”

“Naw, mama didn’t raise a quitter” I cracked the two belts like whips on the ground “And she’s latina! Imma show you the meaning of a Mexican Time Out!”

The look on their face when I came at them at top speed was priceless! It was the face of confused fear. And they had every right to be scared, I was whooping their ass like they broke my favorite vase. It’s different when you give a punishment ass whoopin’, it hurts more. I wouldn’t know though, my mom never hit us but told us stories of her childhood and the ass whoopings grandma gave. Didn’t take long for the guy to get in fetal position on the ground as I wailed on them with the belts. Kinda felt bad so I stopped and thought I’d end them differently, but then I heard Gee screaming from above. And there she was, flying in at full speed to perfectly body slam this guy.

“I’m here! Hatsune-kun is on his way for back up!” Gee groaned “Where’s the danger?!”

“Please! I surrender!” cried out the enemy from under Gee “I don’t want to fight anymore, I just want to go home!”

Gee gets off him and stands next to me “Sheesh what did you do to him?”

Before I could answer that, Beizu flies in and lands on top of the enemy.

“Oh god I killed him!” Beizu panicked as he got up “I didn’t mean to land on them! Can we get a medic?!”

“Bei! The finish line!” I grab his hand and Gee-san’s with my other hand “No time to waste!”

We tighten our grip and ran to the finish line without a single hitch. The proctor signaled the end of our exam and we heard the roars of the spectators. Wonder if this is how mom felt when she crossed the finish line hand in hand with her team?

-Meanwhile, with the agent trio-

Jin slumps onto his desk chair “I’m really feeling my age” he stretches his back “wish we had all the pieces to solve this mystery. So we could just pack it up and retire.”

“You know there’s more to that Jin” Ita said looking up from her mess of papers on her desk “we need to find someone to replace CEO position of the company.”

“Don’t forget the pain in the ass that’s getting retirement paperwork” Mimi responded from across the room “Speaking of pain in the ass, it’s Ita’s turn to do the briefing.”

The curly haired agent groan and rested her chin on her hand “Man, how academy causally didn’t mention how lame being in agent work is when you’re past the age of 30!”

“Speak for yourself!” Mimi chuckled “I love teaching! If we retire here and the company, I’m teaching until I can’t hold a gun anymore.”

“Love that for you” Ita responded as she stretched her back out “Oof, who wanna go for a group chiropractor date?”

“Way ahead of you, I scheduled us for our next day off” Jin said doing a few taps on his tablet “We deserve this one, OH who wants to do the healing clay bath combo?”

“Can we get sushi after too?” asked Mimi “I’ve been craving the stuff! Nikita is going through one of her little picky phases and this time it’s raw fish.”

“Oof and you love sushi! I was wondering why you haven’t asked me to get you a cut of otoro from the fish market lately” Ita responded shocked “Thats another thing too! Motherhood... didn’t think I’d get this domestic with y’all.”

“I did, I knew the moment we became friends” Jin added “Mimi becoming a single mom was a surprise though, everything else was expected.”

Ita glanced over to the picture of the three friends in high school on her desk “I wouldn’t have it any other way” she sighed “We came so far together and I’m so happy we kept our promises.”

Mimi stood up “Hey, lets keep working hard together! Don’t get all sappy now” she walked over to Ita and held her “I’m not going anywhere, my home is with you guys.”

Jin follow suit “I’d do anything to preserve this friendship. You guys are all I have, and I’m happy with that.”

The mess of papers on Ita’s desk were written accounts of a recent sighting of Hawks. Making this a big step toward closing the case. What’s going to come next? Is Iwata’s destiny more intertwined in this case than his one encounter? All we can do is sit and wait for the next one~

-Chapter 14, End-

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BNHA Gods AU sneak peek

I’ve been teasing it lately, so I thought I’d post the prologue for you guys while I keep working up my momentum.

Enjoy!

No one recognized the falling star for what it was.

It was such a small thing, a light glinting briefly in the slate-gray sky. It did not go unnoticed—though the sky had scarcely changed in five years, many still cast their eyes upward, hoping desperately that the heavy veil of clouds might break, and the sun might move in the sky once more. And perhaps the glimmer in the gray brought a glimmer of faint hope to whoever had eyes quick enough to catch it, but in the end it came to nothing.

Night fell—or what passed for night, in a world where the sun never moved and the sky stayed overcast—and a storm closed in, darkening the world further. In storms like these, clouds and thunderheads gathered beneath the veil that protected the earth from the stagnant sun’s heat, and the darkness reminded mortals of what night used to look like.

Few humans would dare to walk alone in the woods in the midst of a storm, but there were always exceptions. As rain fell in sheets, soaking the trees and turning the ground to sludge, a single runaway trudged through the cold.

He was a mere child, thin and ragged, with one side of his face swathed in wet bandages. He walked through the woods half-blind, soaked and shivering beneath an old cloak that he’d hacked shorter to fit him. At some point he had lost his shoes, though his mind was too muddied to remember when and how. Shelter was the only thing he could focus on—he needed a safe, dry place to rest. Exhaustion dragged at him, but he could not sleep. Not yet. Not out in the open and poorly armed.

And besides, if he slept then he would have to speak with someone that he never wanted to see again.

Light in the distance caught his attention, and he froze where he was, hand straying to the single dagger he carried at his side. Rainwater dripping down his right arm began to freeze, while steam  hissed as it rose from his left. The boy breathed deeply and slowly, calming himself. He could see his breath in the air, and beyond it the faintly flickering light.

It could be anything, in these woods. Ghost lights, foxfire, will-o’-the-wisps. Desperate mortal bandits. If he followed, then it might lead him into danger.

Or, it could be other travelers. Safety. Warmth.

He kept his hand on the hilt of his knife, and walked toward it.

Careful watching assured him that the light was neither moving further away as he approached, nor luring him toward anything. As he neared it, it dimmed to a soft glow, before it finally faded to nothing at his approach. The boy came to a halt in a tiny, wet glade, only a stone’s throw away from a towering oak whose branches were nearly enough to block the rain. The underbrush was gone, cleared away in a circular, almost concave patch of bare earth. At the very center, a body lay crumpled and motionless in the mud.

After a moment’s hesitation, the boy stepped closer and crouched by the still figure. Their cloth was plain, hardly damaged by whatever trouble had led to this. Beneath the mud and rain, the boy could recognize a good cloak, thick and sturdy and finely made.

Reaching out, he brushed his fingers against their shoulder. The wet cloth was warm to the touch, and the figure stirred and rose.

The boy stepped back hastily, knuckles white as he gripped the dagger. With a wordless groan, the person—a man—rose to a crouch and lifted his head to look at him. Muddied golden hair fell over his face, and his sodden clothes clung to him.

“Owch,” the man said quietly. “Oh dear. That won’t do at all.” There was a flash of light, a burst of sensation that brought an itch to the boy’s nose, and the mud and water sloughed off of the bedraggled man as if repelled. Dark, shadowed eyes stared blearily at him, and in the faint glow of magic, the boy saw how gaunt the face was.

The man sat up with another soft groan and looked down at himself. Now that he wasn’t lying on the ground and covered in a drenched cloak, the boy could see that he was not merely thin, but nearly skeletal.

“Ah.” The man lifted his arm and stared at it, running his spidery fingers over the sharp angles of bone poking through skin. “That wasn’t supposed to happen,” he said, half to himself. “But… better than it could have been, I suppose.” He lowered his arm, and looked up to the silent boy again. A smile spread across his face, warm and reassuring in the midst of a storm. “Well. Hello there, little one. You aren’t all alone out here, are you?” The man glanced around, as if noticing for the first time that there was no one else around. “What is your name?”

The boy was silent for a moment. “I don’t give my name to people I don’t know,” he said. “Especially someone who asks without offering his first.” His eyes flickered around again, taking in the broken branch and the shallow impression in the earth. “Who are you?”

“No one important. I am merely a simple traveler who—” The man stopped talking then, because he found the tip of the boy’s dagger tickling his throat. Around them, the cold air dropped even further in temperature until the nearest raindrops froze solid before they hit the ground.

“I didn’t ask you what you were,” the boy said. The hand holding the knife was steady, his single visible eye cold and flat as a river pebble. “I already know what you are, so there’s no point in lying. But who are you? What are you doing here? Did—”

The man’s hand closed lightly on his arm, neither gripping it nor trying to wrest the knife away. “Peace, my boy,” he said. “It’s all right. I apologize, I didn’t… mean to…” His voice trailed off, and he looked at the boy’s face and then further, deeper, and his shadowed eyes lit up. The placating reassurance on his face shifted to sudden surprise before his smile softened once more. “Oh. Oh, I see. Forgive me, my boy. It took me a moment to recognize what you were. How silly of me to try to fool you.”

The boy’s teeth ground, and the knife didn’t move from his throat. “You didn’t answer my question.”

“It… might be best if I didn’t,” the man admitted. “I have no wish to put you in danger. The less you know, the safer it will be.”

“I’m not safe anyway,” the boy said. “I’ve never been safe.”

The man blinked in surprise, before answering hesitantly. “Then that’s all the more reason that I shouldn’t heap even more danger upon you.”

The boy hesitated a moment more, then finally took his knife back. “Fine.” He stepped away, tugging his arm out of the man’s loose grip. “Fine. I’m going, then. Please forget you saw me.”

“Where are you going, if I may ask?”

“Anywhere.” The boy paused. “Somewhere drier. If I can find it.”

“You’re exhausted.”

“I’ll be fine.”

“You’ll catch your death out here.”

The boy’s flat stare didn’t change. “Plenty of things haven’t killed me before. This storm won’t, either.”

For a moment the man watched him, his sunken eyes unreadable. “I can shield myself from the cold and wet,” he said at length. “If you stay here and rest, I can do the same for you.” He got to his feet, and the boy tried not to stare when he saw how the man’s height stretched high above his own. “Lots of wicked beasts in these woods, I imagine. I promise you, they won’t dare come near me.”

Still the boy stared at him with a mistrustful eye. “Favors have a price,” he said. “What’s yours?”

“You’re standing in it,” the man told him. “This storm is my doing. Not intentional, I promise you, but the fault still lies with me. And you woke me before something less friendly found me sleeping. The least I can do is offer you shelter for the night.” He paused. “So to speak. I’m afraid I haven’t any food, though. I apologize for that.”

“I’m not hungry,” the boy lied.

“Fair enough.” The man spread his hands in invitation. “That is my offer. If you should refuse it, then… luck to you, my boy. And I apologize for the cold and rain.”

At first, the boy looked ready to turn and walk away into the storm. But then his icy stare wavered, and for just a split second he looked like what he was—a child lost in the woods, cold and wet and so very alone.

“A-all right.” His voice hardened again. “I accept. But I won’t sleep. I can’t sleep.”

The man gave him an odd look as he led him to the base of the oak. Another quick glow nearly escaped the boy’s attention, and the moment he stepped beneath the tangled branches, the heavy beat of rain stopped. The branches and foliage may as well have been a well-made roof, and the squish of mud beneath his feet turned to firm ground. His ragged clothes, along with everything beneath the oak’s reach, were suddenly dry.

“Well, either way, I can use the company,” the man said, as he seated himself comfortably in a hollow in the tree roots. He sat back, resting against the trunk. “But why won’t you sleep? If you don’t mind me saying, you look half-dead, my boy.”

“I don’t want to.” The boy sat down beside him, gathering his tatty cloak around him. He looked up at his companion, searching his face with one eye. “If you won’t tell me who you are, will you at least tell me why you’re here?”

“Well… I didn’t quite mean to come,” the man admitted. “But as long as I’m here, I suppose I’m looking for someone. As soon as this storm is past, I mean to find them.”

“Oh.”

“What about you, child? What are you doing out here, all alone?”

The boy drew his knees to his chest, making himself small. “I have to be alone,” he said. “It’s not safe around me, so I can’t stay in one place. You’ll probably be fine, though.” He fell silent, fidgeting a little. “You… know what I am, don’t you.”

“It’s as plain as I am, I think,” the man told him. “You’re very brave, to have made it this far on your own.”

“It’s not brave,” the boy said. “It doesn’t count if it’s the only thing I can do.”

“Of course it counts, my boy,” the man said, almost too softly to be heard over the rain falling beyond the tree. “Of course it counts.”

The boy took a deep breath and let it out. His head dipped, weighed down by exhaustion, but he forced it up again and shook it.

“Why do you fear sleep?” the man asked. “Is it nightmares?”

“No. Nightmares don’t bother me. Nightmares aren’t real.” The boy lowered his head to rest on his knees. “He doesn’t talk to me if I’m awake. I don’t have to see him. But he comes when I’m asleep, and I don’t want to see him right now, or ever.” Silence, broken only by rainfall and the occasional low rumble of distant thunder, passed between them. “Your… your parent, I presume,” the man said at last. There was a note of caution in his tone.

The boy nodded without raising his head.

A gaunt, spidery hand came to rest on the boy’s shoulder. “Sleep,” the man told him. “If anyone tries to disturb you, I’ll send them away.”

The child’s body went tense, and he looked up with desperation on his bandaged face. “You can’t,” he said, shaking his head furiously. “He’s strong, he’ll just ignore you and—”

“Child.” The other hand gently lifted the boy’s chin, and a pair of shadowed blue eyes caught his gaze and held it. “I will not be ignored. However strong your father is, I promise you. I am stronger.”

The boy stared into his eyes until the breath caught in his throat. Desperation gave way to recognition, then astonishment, then awe, and the smallest hint of fear. Tears welled up in his right eye, nearly overflowing. “Why,” the child whispered. “Why are you here? What do you want?”

“To help,” the man replied. “That is all I’ve ever wanted. This favor has no price. I want nothing from you. Will you accept?”

Slowly, the tears in his right eye spilled over. “I’m tired,” the boy whispered. “I’m so tired.”

“Then sleep, and I’ll make sure that tonight, at least, nothing and no one will disturb you.”

The boy fell asleep far too quickly, nestled against the stranger’s side in the shelter of the oak tree and the stranger’s cloak. For a while, the nameless man sat motionless and listened to the sound of the rain and the exhausted child’s steady breathing.

He felt it the moment it approached—a thread of power, reaching like an invisible hand toward the sleeping child. He tracked its path, as it curled through the air toward his small companion. When it came upon the boy, he reached out with a touch of his own power, and swatted it away like a thieving hand.

None of that, he thought sternly. He’s exhausted and frightened. For pity’s sake, leave him be.

The source of that reaching power reacted at first with anger, and then with gruff bafflement when recognition set in. So. You’re alive after all.

He thought he’d recognized the feel of that power. I suppose I am, Warbringer. No need to sound so disappointed.

The response was as close to humorless laughter as such methods of communication allowed. When are you coming back?

Not for a while yet. I have business in the mortal realm.

Business? His counterpart’s power flared hot with temper. Have you forgotten that there is a war going on? The King in the Shadows may have vanished, but his minions continue the fight. Your place is among us, you old fool.

The man laughed softly, shaking his head. Perhaps. But there are things I must attend to first. I can’t tell you all, but don’t worry, I won’t be idle. Tell the others that I still live. It may be some time before I make contact again.

He could almost hear a snort of disgust from the other. Very well. I suppose we’ll just have to manage.

Thank you, old friend, the man thought, and smiled when he felt the answering jolt of disgust. And Enji?

There was silence from the other. The presence had not vanished; it was merely waiting.

The man let his arm settle around the child sleeping against him, protecting him from the cold and the elements, and from things far greater and more deadly than either. When I do get back, and we have the chance to talk face to face? We will be having words.

Again, there was no answer. The presence melted away from his senses, leaving him alone with the rain and the darkness and the painfully young demigod curled up against his side.

“Oh, dear child, I wish I could take you with me,” he whispered. “But I’m afraid I would only lead you to your death, and besides—you have your own path. I hope one day your father sees that.”

The child slept on unaware, dreams undisturbed by the whims and words of gods.

[lord-explodokill-blog]

Mun ABCs

Tagged by Stolen From: ༼ ºل͟º ༼ ºل͟º ༼ ºل͟º ༽ ºل͟º ༽ ºل͟º ༽ Tagging: Whomever wants to do it!

A - Age: 19

B - Biggest Fear: what the fuck is my future

C - Current Time
: 5:00 AM

D - Drink You Last Had: Water (looks at yuri on ice waterbottle slightly to my right)

E - Every Day Starts With
??: rolling over to check my phone for new tumblr notes or updates on fics i’m following. im a sad individual, i know.

F - Favorite Song
: ... i’m the worst at having faves because they’re always changing but here, have Chained Up by VIXX   (and The Reason Why)

G - Ghosts Are Real - ? 
Spirits???: Yeah, pretty much. I have a wary respect for that shit like yo don’t mess with me friendly spook guys and I’ll just be cool over here k thanks love you guys

I - In Love With
: hhhhhhhhhhhhhitoshi shinsou. .... ANd bakugou. and kirishima. and my own dumb fuckin oC LEO I LOVE HIM THIS WAS THE BEST IDEA EVER TO MAKE HIM

K - Killed Someone: hahahahaehahaha don’t u wanna kno  (no i haven’t i’m a sad potato, some bitch i love would have to be dyin’ for me to go all KARK SMASH and fucking obliterate someone)

L - Last Time You Cried
: ... the first week of this month i think, don’t remember the day specifically tbh i’ve been trying to forget. Like, i’ve gotten teary-eyed over kiri and shinsou being precious since but like all out crying was then. 

M - Middle Name
: Elizabeth

N - Number Of Siblings: three :D I’m the oldest, followed by my sister and then two brothers.

O - One Wish: that i can straighten my fucking life out and also commit to my Be A Hero(tm) workout idea

P - Person Last Called/Text
Called: erm, last texted my dad, last voice call was with my brothers playing league last night

Q - Questions You Are Always Asked
: aRE YOU IN scHOOL? (Nope. Clear of high school, don’t wanna do college yet because I don’t wanna fuckin waste money when I don’t have a direction and drive to make that shit worth it)

R - Reasons To Smile: shinsou and/or kirishima tbh i see a picture of them and i’m just <3 ahhh my heart. also my cats. they are good. also my nifty tumblr mutuals (double pistols and a goofy smile)

S - Song Last Sang: uhm... heck i was singing a bunch earlier waht was it... uhh... Well, have THIS ONE because I keep singing it pretty often. (why do you keep linking us bnha mmd videos kark?! Well, because I’m secretly addicted that’s why)

T - Time You Woke Up
: lel 1 in the afternoon  (I’m pretty much nocturnal because i prefer to set in on work when i wake up and have free time after but i work a closing shift and get out of work after midnight...)

U - Underwear Color: blu

V - Vacation Destination
: the coast. in my own state. oregon coast, that is. i fucking love it over there tbh LOOK AT THE OCEAn and all the fucking rain and wind and awful weather to go be on the beach but i’m gonna be there building a sand castle cy@

W - Worst Habit
: procrastination?

X - X-Ray’s You’ve had: uhmmmmmmmmm i had one when i broke my collarbone and i don’t necessarily remember any other significant ones??

Y - Your Favorite Food
: my family’s homemade mac and cheese, ‘specially if we put chicken in it hella hella (alternately our potato salad is fuckin great)

Z - Zodiac Sign
: Pisces :> imma FEESH (i’m two whole fishes all at once)