#i swear i was just walking around with firefly in the quest and i almost shat myself seeing the fucking statue

[biblicallyaccurateangeloncrack]

PLEASE tell me im not the only one whos scared shitless of the hsr clock mascot..........

like this thing is gonna kill me in my sleep. its the shadowy figure i see behind my door. its gonna take my family away if i dont drink the fucking soda hes advertising or somehting. im terrified

[ethanharli]

Requested; Yes or No.

Pairing; Thoma x Top Male Reader.

Warning(s); Slight Angst/Comfort, Dates, Swearing, Smothering affection, Genshin Archon quest spoilers.

DNI; if you use she/her pronouns.

A/n- I feel like I did Thoma dirty in this fic, but guess we'll see.

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Your heart was practically thumping against your ribcage in worry, and all your nerves were on edge. The news of your lover getting caught by the Tenryou commission sent your mind into spirals. It didn't help that Ayaka told you to stay put at the teahouse, and wait for them to return. You were scared though, you've heard stories about what it's like to lose your vision, and all say that it's worse than death. You didn't want him to lose his ambition, nor the light in his eyes, you didn't want to him look so, so broken and lost. It scared you more than anything, and you couldn't help but pace around. Hands placed firmly on the back of your neck, your eyes stayed glued to the ground, a shaky breath slipping past your lips, "please come home."

It felt like hours have passed since you've been waiting, and every sound made you jump at the hope that they were back, only to be disappointed. Though the moment you saw him standing in the entry way you practically jumped at him, arms wrapped around his waist, tightly gripping at his shirt while you hid your face in his shoulder. Having him back in your arms was the best feeling in the world, knowing he was safe was even better. You could feel the slight tremble in his body when he hugged you back, his grip just as tight as yours. You didn't care if the others were in the room when you took his face in your hands, looking into those pretty green eye's of his before pulling him into a kiss.

All that mattered to you was that he was okay and home.

A heavy sigh slipped past his lips once you parted, a small smile adoring his features as you looked towards the Traveler. You gave them a small nod in appreciation, keeping Thoma's hand in yours while he, Ayaka, and the Traveler talked. Only putting in a word here and there, the Traveler finally headed off to meet up with the rebellion, and Ayaka said her farewells before heading back to her estate. "I know right now isn't the best time, but can we go somewhere? I can sneak you out safely" You asked, however Thoma seemed hesitant, looking at you until finally- he gave in. "Alright, let's get going then" His smile put you at ease as you grabbed a cloak and draped it around his shoulders, making sure it was secure before flipping the hood over his head, and softly pecking his lips.

Sharing a small laugh you took his hand in yours, and headed out of the teahouse. Slowly sneaking towards the back, "Where are we going?" Thoma asked, looking around, "Someplace special, though it'll be a bit of a walk, think you can handle it?" You joked, watching his face light up a bit as he smirked. However the conversation was cut short when you walked ahead of him, keeping a look out for any of the Tenryou commission. The hardest part of this journey would be getting across the city undetected, thankfully you were skilled in the art of sneaking around, so making it across wasn't all that bad. It didn't help when Thoma tripped up on the cloak though, thankfully that was the only mishap.

The rest was easy since you had to travel in the less populated areas, and since it was dark out it was even easier. "You weren't kidding about it being far" He sighed out, observing your surroundings until you stopped him. Pulling his hood over his face you chuckled softly, "Yeah but we're almost there, and it's a surprise so keep your eye's shut okay?" He merely nodded as you took his hand in yours, carefully leading him into Chinju forest. The bright blue and purple hue of the forest, along with the fireflies made the scenery look absolutely magical, "You can look now." When he pulled down his hood, you couldn't help but stare. He looked absolutely dashing amongst the bright colors of the forest, and the way his eyes shined made your heart leap, but the memories of what happened earlier made your eyes water.

You were so relieved.

"[Y/n]?" You didn't even realize that tears were flowing down your cheeks until he gently wiped them away. "I was so scared.. when I heard they got to you" A choked sob ripped past your throat as you hugged him, gripping so tightly onto his shirt that you feared it might've ripped. "I was scared I'd lose you, and if that were to happen.." His hands held your face, gently wiping away the few stray tears with his thumbs as he looked you in the eye. "No matter what happens, I'm not going anywhere, I can promise you that" He spoke softly, keeping his eyes on you as a small smile adored his features, and you couldn't help but smile back.

"I love you Thoma."

"I love you too [Y/n]" You both chuckled softly before leaning in for a kiss, it felt like heaven to have your lover back in your arms, and being able to kiss him. You didn't plan on leaving his side anytime soon, and neither did he.

[buckybabybaby]

café d'amour

A/n: my entry to @firefly-in-darkness 's challenge. Thank you for letting me enter! I left it to the last minute once again, but! This time it's not late so... fingers crossed next time I'm early xxx

Proof read with a text-speech device.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes/reader (gender neutral)

Word count: 3537

Warnings: none! :]

Plot: Maybe covering a friends shift in a city park coffee kiosk won't be too bad if it means running into a certain super soldier.

coffee-shop sort of au, fluff and more fluff.

Masterlist

*****

The machine humming quietly in the corner of the tiny hut seems to be mocking you, a constant reminder of just how out of your depth you are. People who think working in a coffee shop, or in your case, a take-out kiosk, is easy, should try it for a day and see if their opinion changes. This is so far away from your usual job, safe and warm re-shelving books in the colleges library, but a promise is a promise, so you've just got to suck it up for the next few weeks and hope you don't mess anyone’s orders up too badly.

Peter is going to owe you big time after this.

When he'd asked you to cover for him in his small business, you had agreed without properly thinking about what time of year it is, and how cold the wind can be when you're stood still in it for hours on end. Two days in and your hands have aged about ten years from the combination of frequent washing and the icy air, and the layers of thermals you've got on under your uniform fleece and matching joggers are making you look a little rounder than you actually are, you couldn't care less though as long as you are warm. The water heater provides a little warmth, leaking through to your skin if you press up against it, but you've found the best way to escape the freezing gusts is to crouch down below the counter when the queues have diminished.

That's where you are now, half heartedly straightening the packets of treats, getting distracted by the many different types of cookies and brownies, and not keeping an eye out for potential customers.

“Hello? Is this self-serve or what?”

The voice startles you, so close without warning, almost like they crept up on you. Hopping up quickly, you hover your hands under the sanitiser and rub them together as you collect yourself and prepare your speech.

“Hello! Sorry! Hello,” You start again, marginally calmer, “Welcome to-”

That's as far as you get, not even able to ask what they 'fancy today?' before the customer interrupts.

“Just a coffee. Black. No fancy milks or syrups or anything, no cakes or anything extra. Just coffee, okay?”

Finally looking up from your now dry hands, you take in the man who has placed such a blunt order. He's attractive enough, the little you can see underneath his hat, something about him familiar to you, his tone definitely one you've got used to over the past day or so, though he's not anywhere close to the rudest person you've served.

You smile pleasantly, in the disarming way you've learnt. “Okay, just coffee, got it. And a name for the cup?”

He looks around at the lack of other customers. “Is that necessary?”

Laughing self-consciously, you say, “Probably. If it gets busy I'd hate for it to get mixed up. I'm new.”

“Ah.” He tuts. “James.”

“James, cool. That'll be a few minutes.”

As you grab a pen to write his name on the sleeve of a cup, he shuffles off to the side, adjusting his hat as he does, and when his coat slips a bit down his left arm your mind goes blank. He's not paying attention to you so your staring goes unnoticed as you realise why you thought he was familiar earlier, wondering how it didn't click when he said his name, but then again wrapped up in his scarf and gloves it's not surprising. You're guessing he doesn't want to be recognised right now, hence the use of his real, less known name, so before he can catch your mild freak-out you look away and messily scribble on the side of his cup.

Even a simple order can be a struggle for you, and now, slightly flustered from serving the Winter Soldier, you make sure to double check the measurements before you start, concentrating hard to make the greatest cup of coffee he's ever had. There's a reason this kiosk has a reputation for the best hot drinks in the park and you aren't about to ruin it by messing up the order of Captain America's best friend.

Breathing a sigh of relief as you place the lid on top of the perfectly brewed coffee, you tap it against the table to get his attention. “Here you go. The machines ready.”

Pulling his hands out of his pockets, he swipes his card to pay then grabs the cup off the counter, murmurs something that could have been a 'thanks' and takes off along the dim path leading him deeper into the park.

“Well.” Huffing as you lean against the glass front of the booth, you watch his retreating form with a small frown. He wasn't anything like you thought he might. The media has built him up to be some sort of tragic figure, one to be feared and pitied in equal measure, but all you saw was yet another city dweller on a quest for caffeine.

At least now you have a story to tell from your time working in the coffee kiosk, aside from the ones about frozen fingers and half-spilt drinks.

*****

The next day he's back, around the same time in the afternoon, as the daylight is dying and the street lights are flickering into life, about an hour before closing. You're finishing up a complicated order for a group of friends when you notice him standing away from the small crowd, waiting for them to leave before he approaches.

“I want a coffee like yesterday,” He says, adding as though an after thought, “Please.”

“One black coffee?” You confirm.

He nods, watching closely as you locate the pen to write on his cup. Before you can even open the cap, he's butting in. “Why don't you have a name tag?”

You freeze, confused. Meeting his eye, you flush under the intense way he's staring you down. “Why don't I-?”

“You see, I have a very good memory, despite my age. I distinctly remember telling you my name is James, so imagine my surprise seeing my nickname written on my cup when I looked properly.”

His expression is not giving away any clues on how he feels about this invasion of privacy. Heart racing, you search for the right words to apologise, and convince him you're not some crazy stalker.

There's no chance to speak as he's continuing. “So I thought I'd come back today and find out your name, then we'd be even. But you don't have a badge on. Why not?”

“I'm so sorry,” You breathe, unsure what more you can say. “I swear I'm not a weirdo, I just recognised you yesterday and I must have written the wrong name by accident.” A beat of silence, then you propose a way to make it right, “How about free coffee for life?”

He laughs, a glorious sound in the crisp air, and your shoulders relax at the genuinely happy noise. “Aren't you new? Are you allowed to make promises like that?”

Wincing, you admit, “Probably not. But when I explain it to Peter I'm sure he'll understand.”

“Peter?”

You start working on his drink as you talk. “He owns this place. And normally works this shift, I'm only covering whilst he's away.”

“Oh.” The hissing of steam drowns out his next sentence, you only catch the last half, “-here how long?”

“Couple of weeks, maybe? Not too long hopefully. You'll have a professional barista back soon, don't worry.”

“I think you're doing fine.”

The words are spoken so softly, such a contrast from how you thought this conversation would end, and the shock has you fumbling with the finished cup of coffee, nearly spilling the scolding liquid all over your fingers.

“Careful.”

Taking the cup from you, his hand lingers against yours for a moment too long and you force yourself to stand up straighter and away from his touch. The last thing you want is to become a horrible cliché, falling for a customer after a few sweet lines.

He grabs a few napkins to wipe the cup dry, then looks expectantly at the card machine.

“I meant it, free for life,” You say, determined.

Shaking his head, he roots around in his pockets, pulling out a couple of notes and sliding them across the counter towards you. “Old fashioned money it is then. I didn't mean to come across as angry earlier, or yesterday, thinking about it. Sorry about the whole,” He waves his hand around vaguely, “Murderous vibe I give off, or whatever Sam calls it.”

He rolls his eyes fondly when talking about his team mate, and you giggle as you reassure him. “You didn't look murderous, just a bit like you might sue me.”

“Ugh.” He wrinkles his nose. “Not really my style.”

Your bank balance is thankful. “And to answer your question, I'm Y/N.”

Blowing on to the top of his drink, he takes several steps back, all whilst keeping eye contact. “Well then Y/N, I guess I'll see you tomorrow.”

“I'll be here.”

With that, Bucky waves goodbye with a wide smile, disappearing into the dusk as you wonder just how much trouble he's going to be.

*****

The kind of trouble you don't mind, you find out when you run in to him again the next day, a lot earlier than you imagined. In an attempt to keep yourself warm for the long hours stood in the open, with only a waist high counter between you and the frozen air, you've taken to walking around the park before you are due to start, so the heat generated by the exercise keeps you warm for at least a proportion of your shift.

The sunshine is deceptive this afternoon, doing nothing to raise the temperature as you wander around the edge of the lake. Lost in thought, a sudden shout from behind makes you jump.

“Hey, Y/N! Wait up.”

Turning around, you struggle to place the voice as you scan the few people also on this side of the park. None of them are even looking in your direction, let alone trying to draw your attention, and you're about to continue on your way thinking you must have misheard when a body nearly crashes into yours. This is not an image you ever thought you would see; the Winter Soldier panting to catch his breath after jogging up to you, all because you're on first name terms and not because you've suddenly turned to a life of crime.

“Bucky?”

At your bemused tone, his face drops. “Sorry. I didn't mean to interrupt. If you want to be alone, I can go, I just thought-”

“No! No, it's okay. I don't mind a bit of company.”

You share a smile, and he lets you take the lead back along the small track, winding its way between the trees and the water.

He breaks the silence a few meters along. “So, what do you normally do?”

“Me? Err,” You pause, trying to think of how to make yourself sound interesting to someone who spends his life side by side with superheroes and literal gods. Sighing in defeat as you conclude you're always going to be boring in comparison, you mumble, “I work in the library where I'm also a student.”

Bucky doesn't appear to think you're dull. “That's cool!” He says, like he means it. “I miss being in school.”

“So did I, so when I got the chance I went back. I'm a bit older than most of the students-”

He snorts. “I know how that feels.”

“But I'm determined to get my degree this time.”

“I'm sure you will.” He grins at you and you're inexplicably filled with hope that he's right. “And after? Do you know what you want to do once you've graduated?”

You shake your head. “Right now all I'm focused on is passing exams and submitting essays on time. I'll think about the future when it's closer.”

“That's fair. Nothing wrong with waiting to figure things out.” More reassurance from this relative stranger. You didn't know how much you needed it until just now.

“Most people say I need a ten year plan or something.”

“Most people are wrong. But,” He pauses, and you hold your breath as you anticipate his words. “Can I suggest if you go into business, maybe don't start off by offering life time free supplies at the drop of a hat?”

Two minutes in to this 'friendship' and he's already teasing you? What is going on? Turning your face away so he can't see your stupid grin at this turn of events, you really would believe this is some sort of perfect daydream if it wasn't for the all too real frozen mist clinging to your coat and the ends of your hair.

“I'll try to remember that, thanks.”

Dodging a puddle in the middle of the path, you're trying to come up with a witty retort to impress him when your phone buzzes in your pocket.

“If you need to get that-”

“Oh, no. It's only my alarm to remind me not to wander too far from work before I need to start.”

“Soon?”

“Yeah.”

“I'll walk you back, then.”

Not wanting to leave his side quite yet, you let him accompany you back through the trees, but you refuse his offer to carry you across a muddy part of the path where the stream has burst it's banks. Flushing as he laughs at your careful steps, you manage to get across without completely ruining your shoes, informing him you've learnt the hard way that these trails aren't exactly 'white trainer friendly' as the kiosk looms into view.

Relieving the worker from the morning shift, you rearrange the counter back to the way you like it before any customers turn up, watching Bucky hovering nearby until you give him a questioning look.

He clears his throat. “If I came this way the same time tomorrow, would I bump into you then?”

The hopeful look he gives you would be enough for you that, even if this walk wasn't part of your daily routine already, you would have made it so in order to see his again.

“Uh huh. Are you planning too?”

“Whenever I come with Sam, we always end up getting recognised with the way he can't keep his voice down. It's nice not having that sort of attention. So if you don't mind?”

“I don't mind.” A patron approaches and reluctantly you turn away, sending a quiet promise to your new friend. “See you tomorrow, Bucky.”

*****

The days past so fast now they're full of work, both at the kiosk and in the library, trying to study, and, most importantly, walking with Bucky every afternoon. Some days the two of you talk the whole way, conversation flowing so easily you're amazed at how honest you are, like you've never been with anyone before, and other days you walk together in relative quiet, completely comfortable in each others presence.

Falling for him is the quickest and easiest thing you've ever done. Dealing with your feelings, however, might be somewhat harder.

With the lighter evenings comes the message that Peter is finally on his way home and soon you'll be free of your second job. It feels like a bolt from the blue, to be reminded that this is only temporary and in not too long you will no longer have an excuse to see Bucky.

You mention it to him a week before your last shift.

“Isn't that good?”

“I guess.” Your reply is short and unenthusiastic, changing the subject quickly to hide how heartbroken you are.

Time moves too fast, and before you know it you're greeting him on that last day, taken aback as he presents you with a small cardboard box, which when you take it, is much heavier than it looks. “Natasha gave it to me for you. Apparently it's really good for your hands. I thought you could try it? Now you won't have to wash them constantly?”

Scanning the sides reveals that it contains a moisturiser, from some luxury brand you've never even thought to try, too far out of your price range. “Oh, this is too much, I can't take-”

“Yes you can.”

“Let me give you something-”

Gently tugging your hand back out of your bag, he stops you from grabbing your purse by enclosing his gloved fingers around yours. When he doesn't let go, instead pulling you along and down towards your now usual route, you let him, gaping at the back of his head before coming to your senses and squeezing his hand in a kind of thanks.

“This is a very kind present.”

He shrugs it off. “It's nothing. When it's your birthday or something, then I'll get you a proper present. Presents, plural,” He emphasises as your eyes widen at the thought. “Nah, this is just one of the hundreds of products Natasha gets sent in the vain hope she'll provide the companies with some free advertising. Better you have it than it go to waste.”

It still feels like a gift to you. “Well then, thank you for thinking of me.”

“Always.” The implication of that one word would have been entirely missed if it wasn't for the panicked look on Bucky's face as he corrects himself. “I... I mean, of course.”

Stopping in the middle of the path, your joined hands cause him to halt too and the atmosphere grows tense as you stare at each other, unsure where to start. The minutes haven't stopped ticking down until you're due on your last shift, and with the implication that comes with hanging over you like a dark cloud, now seems just as good a time as any to bring it up.

You hesitantly begin. “Bucky, can I say something?”

Mutely, he gestures for you to proceed.

“Right, so you know today's my last day at the kiosk, at least until Peter goes away again, so, that means I won't have a reason to walk around here any more. Or I won't, unless...”

“Unless?”

“Unless I do. Unless you still want to come around the park with me, even if it's for no more reason than simply going for a walk?”

“I'd love that.”

The relief that flows though you as he agrees is almost physical, gripping onto his hand in yours just a little tighter.

Feeling brave, you dare to push your luck. “And if it was more than just a walk?”

It takes a moment, but then you see the realisation dawning on his face, a slow smirk appearing as he takes a step into your space. “More?”

You know he knows what you mean, that he's playing with you. That doesn't soothe your doubts though, hoping beyond hope that you're not misinterpreting his teasing.

“Yeah. More.”

Letting go of your hand in order to bring one arm around your waist and pull you closer, your own come to rest against his lapels as he dips his head down.

“I think I'd like more,” He whispers.

You swallow as his gaze slips to your mouth, sinking in his embrace as his lips brush against yours, so soft and brief it barely registers,

Moving back to put a bit of room between the two of you, his thumb brushes over the corner of your mouth as you pout sadly.

“You can have another one once you've finished tonight. Maybe. Or maybe you'll have to wait until after our date tomorrow.”

You frown. “Tomorrow?”

“Yep. If you're free?”

“Always.” Repeating his earlier phrase with a sly smile, you turn around to continue along the track, leaving him speechless for a second before he rushes to fall into step.

His arm slides through yours. “So, is it okay to wait for you tonight?”

“You've just kissed me and you're still asking that?”

“I'm just checking.” When you don't answer he presses, “Is it? I don't want to impose.”

'Too late for my heart', you think but don't say, not wanting to scare him off, instead nodding in reply and leaning into his side as you wind your way through the woodland path. The fear you had felt this morning at potentially having to say goodbye to Bucky feels like a distant memory, and as you watch the sunlight dance across his hair you realise you could never have let today be the last. You started this job reluctantly and now, instead of Peter owing you for the favour, it seems you owe him.

Peter doesn't needs to know just yet, you decide.

That usually particularly muddy part of the path has become even muddier after the overnight rain, and this time you allow him to pick you up in his arms and carry you across, feeling its finally appropriate now your relationship has changed. Setting you down on the other side, he presses a kiss to your forehead almost absent-mindedly, and your tummy does a flip as you take a second or two to admire his profile.

You sigh happily. So much for not becoming a cliché.

*****

Thank you for reading!! Masterlist

[bakudekuficlibrary]

BakuDeku: Protective Katsuki Part II

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ON HIATUS

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"What the fuck are you two talking about?", he asks, not as aggressively as he would have liked to. "The damn nerd is standing right beside you!"

During a battle, Midoriya gets hit by a villain whose quirk detaches his soul from his body. Being assumed dead from his lack of brain function, the boy enters a race against time in order to save himself from permanently dying. Much to his luck - or lack of it -, the only person who can see and talk to him in his soul-like state is no one other than Kacchan.

in the eyes of the beholder by altruisticizuku ( T | 3,918 | 3/3 )

life is difficult.

midoriya and bakugou stumble through it, together even when they feel apart.

180 degrees by snoodlesfounder ( M | 56,084 | 17/17 )

They haven't seen each other in ten years, but it feels as if they were never apart.

Midoriya Izuku's father, Toshinori-Midoriya Yagi, has cancer. He is fading fast, and there is only one solution, an unofficial hospital in the middle of Montana, in America. Because the hospital is uncharted, no communications go in or out of the hospital, and because of the 'healing' method, no one can leave.

It has been ten years since Bakugou Katsuki has been in love, or maybe it's been ten years since he's seen the person he's in love with. However, the voice on the balcony between he and Kirishima's apartments is just a little too familiar.

[Past Abuse | Past Rape/Non-Con | Past Addiction | PTSD]

Under the Moon by snoodlesfounder ( M | 56,694 | 9/9 )

Izuku Midoriya was Kidnapped at the beginning of his third year at UA high school, six months ago. There were no leads for almost six months, and the Hero's were starting to give up. Bakugou Katsuki finds out what everything means under the moon.

Hello! This is only my second work so please be kind, and I should update at least once every two weeks at random intervals because finals are about to beat my ass! <3<3<3

[Graphic Depictions Of Violence | PTSD | Suicide Attempts | Past Abuse]

Distance by IAmStoryteller ( T | 32,273 | 11/11 )

Distance makes the heart grow fonder. (Izuku and Bakugou deal with living life thousands of miles away from each other in their own way)

Series Part 2 of The Wonder Duo/Kacchan and Deku

[On Hiatus] Where the Stars Burn Brightest by DriftingGlass ( M | 18,467+ | 3/? )

In a world where countries are torn asunder through quests for greed, power, and understanding the realm of industrial technology and ancient magic, only the strongest—and smartest—live a full life.

Every individual is born with a phrase marking their bodies, linking them to their soulmate through the threads of fate and time.

Izuku Midoriya is born with only half of a soulphrase on his wrist, destined to never meet the other half. A cruel omen.

Though this has not stopped Izuku from dedicating his young life to researching soul-born magic and science under his master, the legendary Toshinori Yagi. He is determined to manifest his Quirk, with or without a destined soulmate.

However, his life takes an unexpected turn when he rescues a volatile criminal—a man of savage beauty and many secrets.

And so, Izuku realizes rather quickly that in his dangerous new quest, only the most willful survive, and if his new companion is anything to show for it, nothing will prepare him for what’s to come.

[ Rewrite of The Rhythm of Fire and Wind ]

[Graphic Depictions Of Violence | Past Abuse]

Learning to live by Luciel (Bananenfisch) ( M | 4,156+ | 5/? )

No man was created equal. Midoriya Izuku learned this harsh reality at the age of eight. It was not the diagnosis that he was quirkless, which shook his life.

No, it was not this diagnosis that destroyed his life. It was something much more serious.

or

where All Might is Midoriyas father. All is nice and peachy until Midoriya gets sick and they have to deal with the consequences and then Bakugo fucking Katsuki steps into Izukus life and becomes Izukus own special Hero.

[Major Character Death]

Stay with me, Midoriya by DehydratedTears ( M | 5,928+ | 5/? )

An alternate "conclusion" of the battle when Midoriya saves Kota during the Summer Camp attack.

Or, Midoriya is badly hurt and Bakugo is the only one who heard the scream for help.

[Graphic Depictions Of Violence]

The Long Walk by Umbreon_ly ( T | 11,873 | 1/1 )

Bakugou came out on top of nearly everything, because he deserved it, because he wanted it, because he told himself so. When a sickness came and upended the hero and civilian worlds, he rose up as an alpha. An alpha pro, shattering rogue villains and cleaning up the new dynamic world. He froze in his tracks for the first time in five years when he saw Izuku Midoriya in the middle of nowhere, for the first time in five years. Bakugou is terrified.

He was alone, it seemed. Dressed like a hero but quirkless, it seemed, the only person left alive not changed into any dynamic, it seemed. Bakugou approached him. He wants to apologize. Izuku wants to leave. So he runs.

Bakugou gives chase. He won't leave him behind this time.

[Graphic Depictions Of Violence]

Not like I do. by Unoutan ( T | 2,073 | 1/1 )

“Everything you’ve been through…they don’t, can’t…no. No. Sorry. They can and will judge you, but they can judge you all they want, but they don’t know a damn thing about you, Kacchan.” Looking down at Katsuki’s calloused hands cradled between his own scarred ones for a moment, taking in the differences, Izuku closed his eyes when he whispered, “Not like I do…”

Series Part 4 of Twin Stars Week 2018

i carry you in my heart by dumbdaisies ( T | 1,102 | 1/1 )

In the aftermath of a battle, Katsuki and Izuku tend to one another through the grief and guilt that come with the job.

A Hero's Welcome by brichibi ( E | 1,835 | 1/1 )

It’s cool. This life is cool. This moment is cool. He and Kacchan are cool, so cool. Their younger selves would be so proud of them, so excited about the bruises and near death experiences in their future. They’ve become the heroes they grew up watching on television, and really, it’s cool, the absolute coolest.

[Or: Being a hero isn't as cool as they make it out to be]

Series Part 1 of Twin Stars Week 2018

Innocence by bakudeku ( Not Rated | 3,367+ | 5/? )

He won't cry. If they saw his tears, they'd call him weak. He isn't weak. Yet, the tears still fall. Just as he thought, everyone laughs harder. Everyone except Kacchan.

No matter how much he yells that he hates Deku, he doesn't. He genuinely cares about him, and seeing Deku look like shit is bringing out some weird protective side in him.

[Rape/Non-Con]

spring snow by altruisticizuku ( G | 1,008 | 1/1 )

izuku is a bit of a lightweight and katsuki might be kinda jealous.

~~

bakudeku week 2018; day 2: romantic nights / dancing / your eyes

Series Part 2 of Bakudeku Week 2018

I Will Fight For You by erasethensleep ( T | 1,966 | 1/1 )

Deku's terrible at standing up for himself. It's a good thing Katsuki's there to yell at people for him.

Series Part 2 of Twin Stars Week 2018

All That Once Was by Currently_Underrated ( E | 6,226+ | 2/? )

Midoriya Izuku was not the most confident, powerful, special. He was also quirkless, Deku... I think you get it. But he was also transgender. Bakugou Katsuki, his once childhood friend, was the first one who knew when they were still in their early years.

But what happens when, after Midoriya attempts to save Bakugou, a transphobic/homophobic man finds out what he is and desides to "set him straight." It just so happens that Bakugou had a few words for Midoriya. So, Bakugou heard his screams.

Needless to say, Bakugou nearly killed a man, and was caught by All Might himself once he managed to sneak away from the press.

[Rape/Non-Con | Transphobia]

A Dying Breed by VMarus ( M | 12,013+ | 3/? )

The kingdom was under strick rule, technology rising and taking hold, magical creatures were slowly being hunted either for cash or for different qualities. Tribesman were forcably removed from their homes because of the Kingdom, the Kings excuse of merging them in with them or as he called it bringing them to civilization.Bakugou was sick of this, sick of the way the Kingdom treated his people as if they weren't people at all. He wanted changeBut what was Izuku's role in all this? -Fantasy AUBakugou is appart of a dying tribe and looking to make a stance against the Kings rule. Izuku is just a young village boy who somehow gets strung along by his morals and need to help.

[Graphic Depictions Of Violence | Major Character Death | Rape/Non-Con | Homophobia]

[Abandoned] UA hottest new couple and All Might's secrete love child ( G | 4,747+ | 3/? )

“You may think the winner of UA Sports Festive Bakugou Katsuki to be a hot head, mean, and sometimes cruel person but there more to him than that. We were able to catch a small glimpse of him being a sweet and caring boyfriend to fellow contestant Midoriya Izuku. We also learned why he acts the way he did about winning and why he treated his appoint Uraraka the way he did. But that pales in comparison to what we found out about Midoriya. We didn't believe it ourselves at first too but the evidence is too much. Midoriya is the son of All might. The number one hero. But that's not all he was also bullied for being supposably quirkless.” The man said on TV.

[Graphic Depictions Of Violence]   

I just want my deku by MajesticTrash ( E | 115,605+ | 12/? )

classic A/B/O. my own tiny tweaks here and there. izuku is the only male omega in the school. izuku MUST find a mate before his 21 B-day! he has 2 months and izuku has had it with angry explodi boy. can explodi boy redeem himself and show that he TOO can show love?! with the help of his best bro and his squad, katsuki WILL BECOME THE ULTRA ALPHA!. with the clock ticking, explodi boy will do whatever it takes to win the heart of his deku!. CAN KATSUKI GET THE OMEGA HE LONGS FOR , BUILD A NEST AND HAVE PUPS IN HIS FUTURE!?

a smear of blood, and a dash of ash, makes our art work wonders by MajesticTrash ( E | 10,882+ | 3/? )

life is a funny thing. it can be amazing, and it can be horrible. fate can change so many things. what would happen if hearts twisted differently because of life?. Izuku and Katsuki always wanted better lives. I guess they got what they wished for. now, the mates always murder together. Villains are more fun than heroes ever could be

[Graphic Depictions Of Violence | Cannibalism]

Planetarium by crescendoh ( G | 2,467 | 1/1 )

Whether it was his physical appearance or general demeanour, Midoriya Toshinori took most after his father. Sure, he had inherited his mother’s button nose and her sharp almond eyes but whenever the two-year-old called for his mother and held out his arms for her embrace, he definitely looked most like Izuku.

Alternatively known as “Bakudeku baby!”

Series Part 7 of Female Bakugou AU

follow the moon by kylieno ( T | 16,969 | 2/2 )

Katsuki had told him not to come. Deku didn't listen, following him through the warp gate and straight into the heart of the League. Now, trapped and surrounded by dangerous criminals, Katsuki must find a way to protect both himself and his injured childhood friend.

It’s too bad everyone in the room wants him dead.

Endeavors of the Mind by KittKatt420  ( M | 44,464+ | 5/8 )

Bakugo and Midoriya both struggle with different aspects of their newfound relationship. Katsuki wants to be more open with his affections for Deku, but is hindered by his intimacy issues. Izuku covets Kacchan's affection, but is too afraid of being overbearing. BakuDeku-centric with mentions of KiriShido and TodoMomo. Yaoi. M/M Lemon flavored chapters.

[Panic Attacks]

How to Fight the Trials of Love like You Would A Villian 101 by purple_anonymous ( T | 35,180+ | 5/? )

When they aren't fighting villains or running a hero agency, the top heroes spend their days in the throws of a rom-com drama, where one guy is trying to find the right time to pop the question, and another is trying to not to pop the wrong question at the wrong time. Includes a duo who just want to spend their free time from villainy doing their laundry and probably watching old movies together, but instead becomes the go-to couple of relationship advice for all their helpless friends.

OR, a future fic in which the wonder duo are ACTUALLY(?) the couple with the most “stable” relationship compared to their friends, and somehow end up battling something other than your daily villains.

Hurts Like Hell by odasaku (jemtessa) ( T | 916 | 1/1 )

After finding out All Might is going to die Izuku finds his way into Katsuki’s arms.

[KatsuDeku Week --> Day 4: Comfort]

[On Hiatus] can't let go (losing my grip) by lovedbyshadows ( Not Rated | 8,698+ | 3/? )

"People aren't either wicked or noble. They're like chef's salads, with good things and bad things chopped and mixed together in a vinaigrette of confusion and conflict." -Lemony Snicket.

[Graphic Depictions Of Violence | PTSD]

a world without you (is isolation incarnate) by lovedbyshadows, PotatoGhostHaley ( Not Rated | 7,258+ | 3/? )

 "And ever has it been known that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation." - Khalil Gibran.

[Graphic Depictions Of Violence]

Inked Heart by Ludwhick ( M | 14,075+ | 6/7 )

Midoriya Izuku, a college English teacher, goes out drinking with his friends one Friday. After one too many shots, they all decide to get tattoos. Izuku ends up falling inlove with a certain tattoo artist.

Soft Pulse by SugarRose22 ( T | 2,827 | 1/1 )

Leave it to Deku to be the hero, to take all the hits and all the pain and save everyone like he's always wanted to.

Leave it to Izuku to break Katsuki's heart and make him whole again all at the same time.

[Graphic Depictions Of Violence]

Look at Me, Not the Camera! by baltshake ( T | 2,397 | 1/1 )

For every good act a hero does, there will be many interpretations of events with the top stories being as follows:

1. Gratitude towards the good act 2. How the good act was not actually good but bad 3. Closer to the facts but still some personal interpretation twisting 4. Who cares about the violence? We want to know who's sleeping with who now!!

OR Bakugou and Midoriya have a regular day in their lives as pro heroes

Who said you can't teach old dogs new tricks? by Mackalmorr ( G | 9,922+ | 4/? )

Bakugou and Midoriya adopt a stray child. Said child then releases hell when he begins to copy Katsuki's mouth and Izuku's self-sacrificial tendencies.

Katsuki didn't sign up for this shit. Izuku's head over heels.

The best part is you by Pudding_and_madness ( T | 1,755 | 1/1 )

Midoriya Izuku and Bakugou Katsuki are pro heroes working at the same hero agency, and their schedule is a big mess. As always, Izuku tries to be a hero 24/7 without catching his breath which raises a concern in Katsuki, which he attempts to address one night.

Or: Bakugou Katsuki just wants to take care of his boyfriend.

Instinctual Love by ChestnutPatronus14 ( M | 2,191 | 1/1 )

Is it instinct or love that drives him to protect the Deku? He’s always been protective of him, no one gets to hurt him. But in a world where Deku is the only dragon without the ability to transform, it has never stopped him from following the prince around. So when he gets hurt, is it instinct that drives him to find him? Or is it love?

Part of Katsuki Bakugo Week 2018. Day two (Instinct/Love)

Series Part 2 of Bakugo Week 2018

Bloom by anontigg ( M | 3,419+ | 3/4 )

Midoriya Izuku is in love with his childhood friend all his life. He thought keeping his feelings hidden would be fine...until his life is on the line.

(Basically a hanahaki disease au fic...and I suck at summaries. forgive me TT TT)

[Suicide Attempts]

Don't let the hero fall by choimarie ( G | 786 | 1/1 )

Day 4: tight embraces

Izuku’s heart was full.

Nothing could change that.

But that call.

Series Part 4 of Bakudeku week 2k18

The Dragon King's mate by twilightwings ( E | 23,424+ | 7/? )

Izuku decides to go after a rare flower that only grows, on a mountain in the Dragon King's territory. She discovers someone from her past living with the dragon, she is plunged into his world where she fell in love with him all over again. however there a noble knight who wants her hand in marriage. But However, there something sinister in the wake, when is a threaten force from the past is threating to return.

Breaking Point by miracha123, The_Crafty_Cracker ( M | 10,363+ | 5/? )

“Some men aren't looking for anything logical, like money. They can't be bought, bullied, reasoned, or negotiated with. Some men just want to watch the world burn.”

[Major Character Death | Panic Attacks]

Black-eyed Susan by JunNoAce ( E | 16,903+ | 3/? )

As children Izuku and Katsuki meet and become childhood friends, but Izuku then moves away. Izuku wishing he didn't have to leave, promised that one day he will come back and they will be together forever. Married. Katsuki held him to that promise but, of course, failed to realize Izuku was in fact a boy. Fifteen years later Izuku never came back and Katsuki come to believe that he has been forgotten. That is until Inko, Izuku's mom comes back to town saying Izuku is in trouble and needs his help! And thus an adventure for Katsuki and Izuku awates. An American Western AU with Sex, alchohol, violence, and trying to fight off a whole gang of bandits from trying to take his Deku away?!

[Graphic Depictions Of Violence | Homophobia | Sexism]

It's Like Copper by Pop_Rocks (v_love) ( T | 2,040 | 1/1 )

Blood has a funny taste, very few people put their tongue to the red with the thought or desire of tasting it. Maybe it occurs through sucking gently on a paper cut on their finger, or the gentle sting of a cut inside their mouth. Yet there is that familiar taste all know, like you just picked up a coin and tossed it in your mouth. Everyone describes it the same: it tastes like copper. Metallic.

----

In which Bakugou has a nightmare.

Series Part 9 of Kacchan and Deku’s Hooplas

[On Hiatus] World, Meet Katsudeku by CruelCharisma ( T | 6,538+ | 2/? )

A series of Katsudeku one-shots in which Izuku is quirkless. (I also have a series where he does, in fact, have one for all. If you were curious.) 1.) Teacher!Izuku

2.) There was once a somewhat… tempered hero. A very good hero. Well, at least when it came to blowing stuff up. It was what this hero strived in. Now, our very tempered hero is taking a break from being a somewhat tempered hero in favor of… taking a break. Some would even strive to call it a “day off”. And Ground Zero sure as hell hoped that it would be a fucking relaxing one.

3 (+1) Months by Butterfree ( G | 6,381 | 1/1 )

“I wanted to let you know, Young Bakugou, that I am really proud of you. Not just of Young Midoriya but you as well. I never doubt that you will become the best hero.”

“Th-Then watch me do it.” Katsuki let out, allowing his thoughts to run against logic and ask for the impossible for this one moment when no one could see. “Watch all of us damn well conquer everyone and laugh.”

“I will.” All Might chuckled. “Even if you can’t see me, I’m here.”

It was cheesy, it made no sense, but Katsuki found himself believing it. In the midst of the foreboding sense of finality, the man who gave the world his everything made one selfish request.

“Take care of Izuku.”

It's the last time they talk alone before All Might passes away.

[Major Character Death]

When He Smiles by Quirkyasfok ( G | 2,388 | 1/1 )

Bakugou Katsuki may not be the nicest person in the world, but even he prefers to see the green-haired nerd smile.

or Deku cries a lot and Katsuki just wants him to be happier

or I get BakuDeku feels while listening to the song Absolutely (Story of a Girl) by Nine Days and have to do something about it

Quiet by thepizzaman ( Not Rated | 5,336+ | 1/1 )

Everything seemed to be going smoothly for him, for once, since moving to the city. His job was secure, he had people to watch his back, and had a cheap apartment. Despite the outward appearance that hatred was looming in the air between him and his coworkers, they put up with him, and thanks to their manager they all had convinced themselves it was their personal duty to annoy the hell out of Bakugou in order to uncover the secret soft side he absolutely did not have. So far, he was good. But all that was thrown onto it’s head when Izuku Midoriya stumbled into the bar on a slow Friday night, already half way drunk.

[Graphic Depictions Of Violence | PTSD | Abuse]

"I hate your last name." by button_masher ( G | 1,083 | 1/1 )

bakugou asks izuku to marry him and its cute

Journey To The Past by LocalTrashBin ( T | 20,239+ | 4/? )

Bullets echoing through the air of a cold December night, flames engulfing halls and a heartbeat drumming against his ear, are the beginnings of all Deku could remember.

His life gone by without knowing who he was, Deku embarks on a journey to escape his country accompanied by two conmen in the hopes of uncovering his past. Through it all, one name lingers in his mind and on his lips.

Prince Izuku. (Bakudeku Anastasia AU)

[PTSD]

20 Kids and a Teacher vs. the World by AlexInfinite ( T | 12,970+ | 5/? )

Once upon a time, the world was terrible, and two kids who grew up together ran away in order to fix it. Two years and a conversation later, their party grows from two 15 year olds with the lacking of self preservation skills to a party of 20 insane kids and the poor teacher they brought along for the ride. Finding a legendary civilization in the clouds in order to stage a revolution shouldn't be too hard, right?

Izuku, ever the pessimist of the original two, begs to differ.

The King's Consort by VirgilEmeralds ( E | 3,890+ | 1/1 )

The King Bakugou Katsuki was tired. After years of concubines, he finally wanted something more. He wanted someone to last, to live the rest of his life with him. He needed a Consort.

Bearer Midoriya Izuku just hopes he could claim his Lordship titles. He didn't think he would be in the running to be the King's consort nor did he think he would fall for the ruby red-eyed royal either.

[Major Character Death]

[Abandoned] Till Death Do Us Part ( M | 1,990 | 1/? )

Izuku Midoriya finds himself on quite the situation. Having been sent on a supply run for medicine, him and his two companions Kirishima and Shinsou are all separated by a horde.

All alone, a reanimated hand pulling his shoulder towards a rotting jaw, Izuku says his last regards to his loved ones and waits for the inevitable ripping of his own flesh.

But it never comes.

-

Ikuzu/Hitoshi is only really referenced a few times. Katsuki/Izuku is the main ship.

Rated mature for scenes of violence and gore.

[Major Character Death]

[Series] Twin Stars Week by ChestnutPatronus14 ( M | 3,104+ | 2 Works | WIP )

As a child, Izuku was forced to inherit the All for One quirk. Izuku never knew why he was, he wasn't even aware he had it for the longest time. His parents never lost their quirks around him, and neither did Bakugo, the only person to have seen what had happened to Izuku. Growing up, he started to realize he was different, that he could take the quirks of others but he never showed it off to anyone. It was a secret... Then his life began to spiral out of control. His parents were killed. He was given another quirk by his idol that he could not refuse. His brain beginning to feel like it was on fire, Izuku set out to do what he thought was right: Make sure that no villains were ever able to hurt those he cared about, and to make them pay for what they had done to Kachan. Part of Twin Stars Week Day One: Stargazing / Blood / Blankets / Childhood

If there was one thing that Katsuki knew, it was that Deku never lied to him. Despite everything that Deku was becoming, Deku never lied to him. Yet when people begin disappearing all across Japan, Katsuki is forced to wonder is it just a random occurance, or is the person who he has sworn to protect, lying to him without him knowing? Is Deku the reason behind the recent disapperances, and if he is, has he snapped and started to kill innocent people?Part of Twin Stars Week Day One: Falling Stars (Stargazing / Blood / Blankets / Childhood) Day Two: The Fault in Our Stars (Secrets / Protect / Hands / Fear)

[Graphic Depictions Of Violence | Major Character Death]

Matters by QueenOfArcher ( E | 6,922+ | 3/? )

“Just be yourself, even if the whole world turn their back on you, hate you. I’ll be there, standing tall and proud, shout to the world that I’m yours. So come back to me. Promise that you’ll stay with me.”

“I...can be myself? And you won’t hate me?”

“Yes.”

“Okay, I promise.”

[Graphic Depictions Of Violence]

Greco - Roman by Eerei ( Not Rated | 2,350+ | 1/? )

After the attack on Corinthus by the ruthless Roman army, Greek Izuku Midoriya is forced away from everything he has ever known. Left wondering whether his mother is safe in Athenae or not, Izuku is suddenly caught up in the life of an Alpha General whose skills and features seem nearly god-like.

Say, why does the statue of Mars look so familiar? - Katsuki has found the one the Parcae have prophesized about. So, disguised as a Roman General, the alpha will drag the useless omega to the Mons Capitolinus before Jupiter to put an end to the possible destruction of the Olympians. However, there seems to be just one problem.

Why can't he hurt this greenhaired freckled nerd?

The Reason Why by Oravarily ( Not Rated | 1,309+ | 1/2 )

Bakugou had warned them, he warned the League of Villains not to hurt, threaten, or kidnap Midoriya. All he can say is he warned them. Todoroki was also warned about Midoriya, not to get to close to him. However not following his father's orders was the reason he existed so he did, and now he finds himself struggling with new feelings. Meanwhile the Deku Protection Squad forms, and attempts to rescue the kidnapped Deku! They might not have to though. 

[divinebird]

edge of the universe | sheith | 2.7k | Keith searches for Shiro in a dead world.

aka TLOU AU that @brighteststarus​ and I talked about ^_^

Keith stares up at the medical research facility with trepidation, thumb brushing over the raised lines of his Firefly dog tags—a soothing habit that’s been with him as long as the tags.

He spent about two weeks traveling to get to this place, going by faded roadmaps and blood-splattered signs. Keith expected to see some guards patrolling the area, since it was a Firefly base after all, but all he’s seen so far is a few infected here and there.

“I hope someone’s in there,” he mutters, forcing himself to take a step towards the front doors.

I hope he’s in there.

Releasing the pendant and tucking it beneath his shirt, Keith pulls out his machete to be prepared.

He slowly pushes one of the doors open and peeks inside, only heading in when he sees no infected stumbling around. Even if he didn’t spot them right away, he would have as he headed deeper into the building—their glowing eyes always shine brightest in the dark, and the raspy moans and monstrous snarls echo throughout the buildings. Runners and Stalkers, the easiest to kill since they’re the weakest stages of infection.

If he hears clicking, then he knows it’s time to be careful and silent. Clickers are dangerous with their use of echolocation, but all he has to do is make no noise as he takes them out from behind or sneaks around them.

Kill them before they kill you.

Keith steps around the pieces of broken glass that came from the skylight, ignoring the smears of blood across the floor as he moves towards the door that’s just past the front desk.

It leads into a long hallway that has doors leading to different offices and test labs, none of which have what he’s looking for. Trying not to feel frustrated, Keith hopes for better luck as he climbs the stairs to the second floor.

He almost cheers in excitement when the fourth unlocked room he checks has something, crumpled up papers and folders that are signed with the name that beats in time with his heart. Keith also finds a small recorder in one corner of the room, settling down on one of the stools and readying himself for whatever he’s about to hear.

“Please,” he whispers as he presses down on the play button. “Tell me where you are.”

Like all the other recordings he’s heard, the voice comes out loud and clear—low and smooth, exhaustion clear in the tone.

“Log number… something, I’ve lost count. The Fireflies have been conducting more tests on people who have been bitten, promising them a cure when we all know that there isn’t one.” A sigh. “I thought I would be able to see this job to the end, that I would be able to gather up enough information to take them down from the inside, but I can’t bring myself to be a part of this anymore. I have to leave.”

Keith hears the telltale sound of a door opening in the recording, followed by a rustle of fabric that muffles the audio. Keith taps his nails along the desk in front of him as he waits, perking up when the voice returns.

“I’ll be heading west where the Fireflies have yet to spread. This is Takashi Shirogane, signing off.”

“West,” Keith breathes, a smile stretching across his face. “Shiro went west.”

It’s the most he’s gotten since he first set out to search for his best friend, combing through countless abandoned Firefly bases for any clue. All he’s found so far are recorders like this one, Shiro logging what the Fireflies have been doing in their quest to find a cure for the infection.

He’s about to shut the recorder off when he hears the sound of his name, the softness of Shiro’s voice making his heart ache.

“Keith,” Shiro says. “I know you’re out there, somewhere, and I hope you know that I’ve been trying my hardest to find you.” His voice wavers.“When I see you again I swear I’ll tell you that I—”

The recording stops there.

“Tell me what?” Keith asks into the empty room, staring down at the recorder. He plays it again, just in case it was a mistake, and slumps when it cuts off at the same place. “What do you want to tell me, Shiro?”

He pulls out the Firefly pendant and traces over the letters as he’d done so many times before, mouthing the name that is etched in the smooth metal and his memory for all of time.

Takashi Shirogane.

“I’ll find you,” he promises, metal growing warm when he curls a hand around it. “I’ll never give up on you.”

☆ ☆

“Dammit,” Keith mutters, staring at the spores that fill up the room ahead of him. He ties his hair up into a ponytail with a rubber band and swings his backpack to his front, pulling his gas mask out and putting it on.

He doesn’t really need it, but he hates the feeling of the spores in his throat.

His companion, a wolfdog, nudges his side with a small whine. The animal is black in color, a long stripe of grey going from the back of his head to the tip of his tail, and white covering the top of his head and around his eyes. Keith found him as a puppy when he was traveling through a forest, and the wolfdog quickly grew to reach his waist. He hasn’t left Keith’s side since.

“I know, Cosmo,” Keith murmurs soothingly, scratching behind his ears. “I don’t know what the spores will do to you, so you’ll have to find a way around. Understand?”

Cosmo whines again and licks his fingers before edging away from him and running off. Keith knows that he understood, the wolfdog is much more intelligent than one would guess.

Keith cautiously makes his way through the building, going from room to room to search for any supplies. He scavenges up a pair of scissors and a few bullets for his gun, but what he finds in the seventh room is even more surprising.

A man is sitting on the floor, head turned towards him. He rises after a few seconds of staring, and Keith is quick to pull out his gun and point it at the man’s forehead, voice low when he says, “Step any closer and I shoot you to hell.”

“Okay, okay,” the man says, and that’s when Keith notices that he only has one arm—which is raised up in the air while Keith’s finger rests on the trigger. “I’ll keep my distance, I’m sorry. Just… don’t shoot, please? I swear I won’t hurt you. I don’t have any weapons on me.”

“Your word isn’t enough to prove that,” Keith says, but he does lower his gun after a while. He keeps it at his side to show that the threat is still there. “Why are you hiding out in here? You stuck or something?”

“Yeah,” the man answers with a weak laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. “My friends and I got separated when a few Runners came after us. I hid in this room when I realized I was alone. I may have gotten better at protecting myself with just one arm, but I don’t think I can take on six infected and live.”

“Most people can’t,” Keith replies dryly and is rewarded with another laugh.

Now that Keith knows that there are Runners in the building, he swears he can hear them in the distance. If there are really six out there, then there’s no way he can take them on himself (even if he does have his secret advantage).

He sighs and holds out his gun.

“Take it,” he tells him. “Only shoot when you have to, I don’t like wasting bullets.”

“What?”

“Take the gun,” Keith says in exasperation. “I’ll lead you out of here, okay? I’m passing through anyway, might as well.”

“Oh!” The man shuffles forward and takes the gun, keeping a tight grip on it. “Um, thank you. Most people would have left me for dead.” He snorts. “Or killed me themselves.”

“Good thing I’m not most people,” Keith says, pulling his knife out from the sheath that’s on his lower back. “Stay behind me and wait for me to kill them, I’ll try to come at them from behind so we aren’t swarmed. Don’t make any noise or sudden movement, I don’t want to lose the element of surprise.”

“Got it.”

“Name?”

“I’m… Ryou,” he says hesitantly. It’s obviously not his real name, but Keith isn’t going to push.

“Akira,” Keith replies smoothly. He’s more used to giving out a fake one, because he’s learned that nothing good comes out of people knowing who he truly is. “Are your friends going to be right outside?”

“Probably not, but I do know where they’re going.”

Keith nods and walks over to open the door. “Then let’s get going.”

Ryou listens to his instructions, and also quietly informs him of how many Runners are in the rooms they’re passing through. Keith is able to kill the infected by coming up behind them and sinking his blade into their heads, carefully laying them out on the floor before moving onto the next one. It’s easy to do, but he fucks up and makes too much noise—causing a Stalker to turn his way and rush at him with a screech.

Keith has to kick it away from him, stumbling as he tries to get his footing back, and tries to pull out his machete when it starts charging at him again. Ryou comes in clutch and fires the gun when it gets too close, bringing it down with a bullet to the head.

“Thanks,” Keith mutters, receiving a nod in response.

There were actually eight infected in total, all taken care of with no bites or scratches, and they leave the building without any more trouble.

Cosmo is waiting outside for him and rushes forward with a happy bark, nearly knocking Keith down when he jumps up on him. Keith lets out a laugh and pets through his fur, commanding that he sit and giving him a treat when he obeys.

“He doesn’t bite,” Keith says when he notices Ryou standing farther away. “Cosmo’s a very good boy and he knows that I won’t give him pets if he’s bad.”

“That’s very reassuring,” Ryou replies wryly.

The wolfdog merely looks at Ryou and then proceeds to ignore him in favor of nudging Keith’s hand for more pets like the spoiled creature that he is. Still, Keith indulges him for a while before walking over to Ryou.

“I think we’re safe now,” Keith tells him, eyeing the area around them to make sure they’re clear of infected—they are, and even if he missed any he knows he can count on Cosmo for backup. “Where are you supposed to meet your friends?”

Ryou slowly turns in a circle, facing to the right of where they’re standing and pointing at a tall building that’s marked with the words ‘Red Lion Hotel.’ “Over there,” he says. “We’re going to stay there for the night and hunt the area for more supplies before moving on.”

Keith reaches up to pull his mask off when Ryou starts doing the same, removing the rubber band from his hair so he can shake it free. It’s almost long enough to obscure his vision, he’ll have to cut it soon.

He’s about to offer to take Ryou to the hotel when he looks up, breath lost once he gets a good look at Ryou’s face.

“Shiro,” he whispers in shock, eyes wide. His mask slips from his fingers.

Ryou—Shiro is staring back at him in equal surprise, looking so different with the shock of white hair and the scar across the bridge of his nose. “Keith!” he exclaims, visibly swallowing. He stammers for a bit and then stops to take a deep breath, looking at the ground. His eyes are warm when he lifts his head again, smile soft when he says, “You saved me.”

Keith can’t help but smile back at him. “We saved each other,” he replies, stepping closer.

He wraps both arms around him, relaxing when he feels Shiro’s single arm circle around his waist after a few seconds. His eyes slip shut as he breathes in the scent of his best friend and a lump appears in his throat.

Finally, finally, he found him.

☆ ☆

“So… tattoos, huh?”

Keith takes a big swig of his water and glances over at Shiro, who is staring at his exposed shoulder with a strange look on his face. He looks around to make sure that they’re truly alone. With the exception of Cosmo sleeping in the sun, they are—it’s just a force of habit by now. Keith sheds his hoodie, showing the tattoo that spreads from his right shoulder and down his entire right arm.

“Yup,” he says, turning to show off the ones on his left. “Got them to hide the scratches and bites. Didn’t want anyone to shoot me before I could explain.”

“Scratches?” Shiro asks in surprise. “Bites? What? Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” Keith is quick to reassure. Damn, he forgot that Shiro didn’t know. “Okay, look. This is going to sound crazy, but… I’m immune.” He turns his arm to expose the scarred skin on his right wrist. “See this? I got it a couple of years ago when I was sneaking out of the quarantine zone for some fun. Thought I was done for and waited to die, found out I was immune when I woke up the next morning.”

“Jesus,” Shiro exhales as he brushes his fingers over the healed bite. The touch sends sparks down Keith’s spine. “How many more bites do you have?”

“Another on my shoulder,” Keith answers, touching it with his free hand. “I got lucky, it wasn’t too deep. Coulda torn out my throat if I didn’t have my knife on me.” He kicks his left foot. “I have one on my ankle, too. Got it when I was still wearing sneakers and wading through water that went up to my chest. The scratches are mostly on my arms, so those are hidden beneath the tattoos.”

“I’m so glad you’re okay,” Shiro whispers. He pulls away and pushes the sleeve up what’s left of his arm, revealing scarred skin. “Had to get it cut off after I got bit, didn’t want the infection to spread.”

“What?” Keith asks, heart stopping in his chest. “You got bit? And you’re okay?”

“I wouldn’t say that I’m okay, I did lose an arm,” Shiro says with a weak smile. “But at least I’m here.” He reaches out and grabs one of Keith’s hands, squeezing it. “At least we’re here.”

Keith gently frees his hand so he can throw himself forward and wrap his arms around Shiro. They fall back on the roof but he doesn’t care, he’s certain that they both need this right now.

“At least we’re here,” he echoes, burying his face in Shiro’s neck while Shiro’s arm snakes around his waist.

After a while, Keith starts to move away. He stops when Shiro’s arm tightens around him, peering down at him curiously. Shiro’s cheeks are dusted pink, and there’s an intensity to his gaze that makes Keith’s insides squirm.

He suddenly remembers the last recording he found.

“Shiro?” Keith says softly. “Your recordings, um. I found them.”

“Did you?” Shiro asks. “And you… listened to them?”

“Yup. All of them.” Keith doesn’t mention how he spent most of his nights playing them, wanting to hear Shiro’s voice again. “In your last one, you said that you were going to tell me something once you saw me again. Well… I’m here.”

Shiro’s cheeks darken further, eyes going wide. “Oh, um…” He releases his hold on Keith and shifts, so Keith sits up the rest of the way and helps Shiro up. They’re sitting across from each other now, and Shiro looks… nervous.

“I wanted to say—” Shiro starts, stopping and taking a deep breath. “I-I was going to tell you—” Shiro visibly swallows. Their eyes lock, and then Shiro is muttering, “Fuck it,” as he moves forward and captures Keith’s lips in a kiss.

Keith stills for a second, melting into the kiss once it registers and pushing him back onto the roof again. He eagerly dips his tongue into Shiro’s mouth, their desperate sounds muffled as the kiss escalates into a full on makeout session.

The world is in ruins and things may never go back to the way they were, but they’re together now—and nothing will keep them apart ever again.

[zenxenophilia]

(Posted anonymously via submitter request)

This is an amazing Knock Out/Breakdown yandere fic that my friend wrote for me via private message, and I just had to share with you all!  :D :D :D  (Put under the cut do to length.) 

Summary:  When Knock Out and Breakdown spot human reader walking in the woods late at night, they follow them hoping to discover the location of the Autobot base, but end up discovering something far more surprising instead...

You’re the only one who knows about this place. A very pretty, very secluded place off-road, far from the noise and bustle of the city. It's a beautiful, natural pond/spring, similar to a Japanese onsen, and surrounded by trees on every side.  You enjoy bathing there at night when it's the perfect temperature after a hot day and the only insects around are fireflies. The moonshine illuminates it all and makes it look even more mysterious and magical than it already does.

You've been there many times over the years, and you've always been alone there. It's your secret, safe, relaxing spot. Sometimes you bring your phone or a music player to have it play on low volume in the background, but the complete silence is a nice change from the busy and noisy everyday life. Especially since you got acquainted with the Autobots.

Now it's been a while, but you were finally able to have time for yourself this night! And if you recall it should be a full moon tonight, perfect timing! You bring the necessary things. Bathing clothes, (or maybe you could try skinny-dipping this time?) music player, towels, warmer clothes, phone, and something simple to drink and eat afterwards. Thankfully you have a car that can take you pretty far off-road, and the last part you walk yourself, not wanting to lead tracks there.

On your way to the forest however, you stop at the outskirts of the town and walk out of your car to take in the beautiful night scenery. You're no hurry, and you've been so stressed, why not take it easy this one night? What you don’t know, is that this is the night Knock Out had some spare time and was driving around, looking for some street racing. He instead sees you, recognizing you as one of the Autobots "pets", or pests as he sees it. Seeing you leave the city he decides to trail behind, thinking that maybe this is his lucky day, and he would be led straight to the Autobots hidden base. He opens the comm link to Breakdown, figuring he'll need back-up but doesn’t want to risk the credit for finding the base to go to some vehicons or, Primus forbid, to Starscream. No, this would be their promotion, their treat!

They manage to trail you without you noticing them, and while they're confused as to why your car suddenly veers off the road and into the forest, they figure it would be wise to not keep a base exactly by the side of a road. However, this does make it harder for them to follow. Both because it’s difficult to be quiet among branches and leaves, and because Knock Out dreads the thought of getting mud on his paint. This allows you to get far ahead, not noticing them at all as you set up your little temporary "camp", and get into the water.

Something with this night seems off. You feel... uneasy about this. You assume it’s because it's been so long, and the fact that you've been hiding out in a secret base filled with aliens and monitors and.. yeah, that was it, your life had taken a sudden, big turn and you were still not used to it. In order to take your mind off it, you decide to put on some of your favorite music before slipping back into the water.

Knock Out and Breakdown find your car empty, with no clue as to which way you had gone. They’re predictably annoyed and turn to head back the way they had come, (after first adding the coordinates to their memory, because obviously there was SOMETHING here for the Autobot pet to go through all the trouble.)

But then they hear it. Very faint, but they can tell which direction it came from. It certainly doesn’t sound like something that would come from a secret base, (though they had already given up on the "Autobot base quest" for tonight, so this only sparked an almost child-like curiosity.)

Once they reach the opening, they stay behind the trees to keep themselves hidden. What they see is you, skin and hair wet, shiny in the moonlight. Stars in the sky and fireflies in the air. The music that led them there is barely noticeable but enough to affect the whole scenery.

Knock Out has seen mainly horror movies in those drive-in theaters but he’s also seen a few fantasy and romance movies as well, and he blames those human movies for making him able to see actual beauty on this planet. He glances at Breakdown, who is apparently also impressed by Earth at this moment, judging by the tint of red on his faceplate.

After some time of just watching you dive and surface, and comb through your hair with your fingers, they both feel that maybe... maybe they can see why the Autobots keep some of these humans around. Especially this one.

The low music, the calmness... They've never seen a human in this light before. They are always loud, always running around like vermin, or cowering in fear if they encounter the cons. As you start to get up you could almost swear you see something move among the trees.  A deer, perhaps? It wouldn't be the first time they got close to you.

Later, back on board the Nemesis, Breakdown and Knock Out firmly deny that they liked what they saw and just try to forget the whole night.  But they just can’t forget that beautiful huma- that is, they can't forget that beautiful scenery! Yes, that's it! They travel there next time they have spare time, telling each other that it was so beautiful and they want to be there, just the two of them. No stupid, revolting human to spoil it. But as they get there another night - another full moon night - what a coincidence. It's just not the same, and that's because the human isn't there. The human didn't spoil the scenery and magic, they were the very source of it. They knew this already, knew they were lying to themselves when they spoke of you as disgusting.

A small gasp catches their attention, and they turn around to see you - the very human that had so captivated their attention the last time. Curses fly through your mind. How did you not notice them until you got so close?! Your eyes widen with fear, as their widen with.. surprise? Awe?.. Excitement?? Knock Out and Breakdown exchange a quick look.  Is this another coincidence? Not as much as they think.  In truth, you had planned on bathing here this very night for a long time, because tonight was not only a full moon, but a full blood moon - a super moon. You had wanted to bathe in its eerie yet beautiful red light... But the only red light you're bathing in right now is the light of Knock Out's optics as he continues staring at you. Then, after what feels like an eternity, he smirks. Your instinct to run kicks in as he takes a step towards you, but you're not quick enough.

You yelp as he snatches you up off the ground, dropping your bag where you have your cellphone, among other things. The grip is... firm, but not as rough as you had expected it to be. There's no chance for you to wriggle out of it however. Knock Out walks back to Breakdown, his smug smirk never leaving his face, while Breakdown's smile is more excited than smug. You're scared, with all right to be. Your eyes turns teary, which only makes them reflect the moonlight even more. The white light surrounding you slowly begins to turn reddish, and Knock Out and Breakdown look up to see how the moon is now bright red. They are speechless, they had no idea that was a possible color for the Earth's moon. They lay their optics on you again. How is it that every time they see you, they discover something new and beautiful with this world? The fact that no a single word has been exchanged yet doesn't do anything to calm your beating heart. Yet, once they do speak, it helps even less.

Knock Out glances at your dropped bag and sees the phone, towels, extra clothes etc. and turns his head to Breakdown and shrugs, making the servo holding you move slightly. "Well, Breakdown. The human came here to bathe and we shouldn't get in their way. Right?" You can feel the blood drain from your face. You know the Decepticons hate humans, and can only imagine that they're gonna drown you, and have great fun with it. Breakdown lets out a low chuckle, and they start walking towards the pond.

They stop close to the water, and to your surprise put you down on the dry ground. You dare not move from the spot.  You only turn your head to look up at them with your terrified eyes. And they swear they can feel sparks surge at that moment. Again, Knock Out is the one to comment on what you're here for. "Go on, don't mind us. Do like you always do here~" The shaking stops for a moment as you go stiff... They have seen you here before?! Seen you, WATCHED you, and for whatever reason stayed hidden?! You feel naked despite being fully clothed. Which reminds you, you dropped your bag with your bathing clothes, and Knock Out is standing in your way!

Knock Out raises an eyebrow and follows your gaze to your bag.  "Oh, you needed something in that bag?" he looks back to you. Too afraid to speak, you simply nod even though you don't expect him to care. He does however go to grab your bag, but instead of handing it to you, he begins rummaging through it with two of his pointed digits.  He finds your cellphone and holds it up. "Well, I'll be holding on to this for you." He opens a small compartment in his armor, and drops in your cellphone - your only chance at contacting someone for help.

The new look of hopelessness on your face is rather amusing to him and Breakdown, and he stands up again without taking anything else out of your bag, nor giving it back to you. You apparently look as confused as you feel, as Breakdown somewhat explains the situation to you with a wide smile. "What? We'll give it to you once you're done bathing. Wouldn't want to risk someone stealing it while you're in the water." By this point you imagine that they're mostly interested in humiliating you.  That's what you tell yourself as you try to ignore the fact that they've been watching you before. You take off your shoes and enter the water, but only your feet get wet before you feel yourself get pulled back by Knock Out's claws. 

"Ah-ah-ah~!" he says in a sing-song voice, waving a finger at you disapprovingly. "I may be a Cybertronian medic but I know enough about humans to know that having wet clothes will give you a cold."  He carefully places a claw under your chin, tilting it slightly upwards to him, "It would be a shame to see such a pretty face in that kind of discomfort."  You find yourself unable to speak. How should you react to any of this?? A con, one you have noticed is very disgusted by organics in general, called you pretty? This along with the fact that they apparently have been spying on you makes you feel great discomfort. You suddenly feel scared and naked under their gaze. And just when you thought you couldn't feel more scared and naked... 

"Strip." It's not a suggestion. The tone of his voice goes from playful to harsh in a matter of seconds. The claw under your chin moves down to the collar of your shirt. "Or do you want me to do it for you~?" Now he sounds playful again, "Can't promise that there'd be anything left of your clothes, but..." His claw tugs at the fabric. It causes you to realize that he's serious and you'd better take it off yourself. 

"No! No, I-I'll do it..!" You squeak and he removes the claw, looking very pleased. Breakdown, meanwhile, makes himself comfortable on the ground, watching the two of you intently.  He lets out a short laugh. 

"Hah, charismatic as always! You sure know how to use your charm to persuade them." 

"Indeed, I'm a natural. Must be my dazzling good looks." 

They enjoy themselves, pretending to be caught up in their little talk while you remove your clothes. But they are watching you, their gaze more intense than before, more piercing.

Once your last piece of clothing lies on the ground, they go silent and don't bother to pretend they aren’t watching. The moon is still red and beautiful, and to make this somewhat less uncomfortable for you, you decide to focus on the few things which are familiar here. The trees, the stars, the fireflies... though the lack of music makes it harder. 

You dive down and though you would have preferred to stay underwater until those cons went away, you sadly need to resurface to get some air. Your eyes land on the other side of the pond, and for a moment you consider diving again to swim towards the opposite "beach". But then what? They'd see  you - catch you.  Even if you did get away you would be naked and cold. The phase of the blood moon passes and the normal white light returns. 

You finally start moving out of the water, and you do so slowly. It feels like you're walking towards predators, towards a trap. But you have no choice, you need your bag with your towel, clothes and car keys. You're not sure if you dare to push your luck by asking for your phone back. Their optics never leave you. You make the mistake of looking up and straight into Knock Out's piercing gaze. You feel so small and vulnerable, like looking into the eye of a bird of prey, or the blood moon. You curse yourself once again, as you're now going to always think of him and Breakdown whenever you see a full moon. 

 You come to a stop, keeping some distance between them and you. You suddenly feel very angry and annoyed rather than scared. It's probably because of the cold creeping in on you. "There, I'm done bathing. Now please give me my stuff." You're not sure if your tone is gonna make things worse for you, but for now you're freezing and just want your towel. Your shaking doesn't go unnoticed, as pointed out by Knock Out. 

"We did say we'd give it to you, didn't we?" He grins as he and Breakdown move closer. 

"Yeah, and look at them shaking! Humans sure are fragile.  Can't stand the temperature of their own planet." This time it's Breakdown who kneels down, the light from his yellow eyes making the fireflies seem nonexistent. "Or is the little human shaking because they're scared?" A teasing, almost cruel smirk spreads on his faceplate. Knock Out offers a similar expression. You on the other hand manages a surprisingly defiant glare. 

"No, I'm not scared! I'm just cold, so please give me my stuff already!" You snap as you point towards your bag. 

 Their expressions remain the same and Knock Out let's out a 'hmph' as he mumbles "Charming." and miraculously they hand you your bag. All your things are still in it, except for the phone of course. You pull out your dry, soft towel and wrap yourself in it. You can't help but to let out a soft moan as the towel is actually warmed up from having been kept in the con's servo. But just after that moan you hear two engines revving.

Their smirks from before are gone. Knock Out and Breakdown are now looking at you with a red tint on their cheek plates, their closed lips nothing more than straight lines. It's deathly quiet for a few seconds. During those seconds the two cons share the same conflicting thoughts. They were sure that they had only been affected by the scenery.  They had wanted to see you simply due to aesthetic attraction! Their engines at that moment revealed another kind of attraction though. They had wanted to play with you more, but now they were confused, conflicted and angry... at you and at themselves. Knock Out felt mostly angry while Breakdown felt mostly confused. 

"Come on Breakdown, we've had our fun. Not much more for us to do here." 

Breakdown looks at Knock Out as he turns around starts walking towards the trees, then looks back at you with strangely soft optics, before turning around to follow Knock Out. "Yeah, sure." 

 You stay there as you hear, and feel, their heavy footsteps get further away. Then it's finally as quiet and still as it should be at your pond. "My pond..." You sigh. It doesn't really feel like yours anymore, not yours alone. You doubt you'd want to spend any other night here, at least not for a good while. You start making your way towards the trees, picking up the car keys from your bag when you suddenly hear something beep and shine on the ground, close to the tree line. It's your phone! You run over to it and pick it up. It's a text message from a friend wondering why you haven't responded to them the past few hours. You sigh again, this time with relief. Knock Out must have dropped it somehow.  It was a small device after all, especially when compared to the size of Cybertronians. 

You take a deep breath and count yourself lucky, considering you just encountered two Decepticons in a secluded area with no weapon or means of requesting help. "Yeah... things could have gone worse," you say to yourself as you actively shove the more suspicious parts of the event to the back of your mind. Right now, you just want to change into your clothes, drive back home and eat something. Then go to sleep in your soft, warm bed. 

Meanwhile, Knock Out and Breakdown drive further along the secluded forest as they get ready for a ground bridge back to the Nemesis. 

"So Knock Out, did you manage to tamper with their phone?" Breakdown asks through their private com link.

"Breakdown, with my skilled and precise medic hands it wasn't much of a challenge. Not to mention that their technology is so primitive. Heh, never thought that would be to my personal advantage at some point." 

On the monitor at the driver's seat a red dot slowly begins moving through the forest.  It briefly comes to a stop, and then picks up in speed as you enter your car and start driving. 

"Until next time, Autobot pet~. And I assure you that there will be a next time." And then they're gone without a trace as they disappear into the ground bridge.