#izuku and i share a king!!!

[izvmimi]

what size bed do you and your fave share and how do you guys end up sleeping in terms of one of these uwu

[yowumi]

adult virgin deku! x f!coworker reader!

summary. adult virgin deku! and reader work in the same industry as two of the worlds greatest hero’s in which deku forms a friendly connection with as they share more missions together. They both were paired in a long mission that requires them to stay the night in a hotel but the hotel only has one bed, and one room available? no biggie right? gentlemen izuku can always settle for the floor right?

warnings. both reader and character are aged up (early to mid 20’s) everything is consensual (deku is a consent king), loss of virginity, nudity, masterbation (kinda?), titty sucking, bed humping, oral (f! receiving), p in v, fingering, cumming on face.

DISCLAIMER: Characters belong to Kohei Horikoshi

A/N. hello! this is my first time writing a fanfic let alone smut so i hope it isn’t too bad, it isn’t proof read that much so my apologies for any spelling errors. If there’s any suggestions or ideas of what i should write or how i should write in the future, feel free to leave a note or go to my inbox or “ask me anything” on my page! feedback is appreciated, enjoy luvs <3

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adult virgin deku! who never had enough time for sexual relations let alone getting around to talk to another person romantically due to his busy work schedule that never allowed him to get time to himself.

adult virgin deku! who meets you, another hero, who has been assigned to go on long missions with him and who he starts to develop a friendly connection with, enjoying your company.

adult virgin deku! who goes on a long mission with you and arrives at the hotel you both were told to stay in only to find out that there was only one room available with one bed inside.

adult virgin deku! who has always been a gentleman doesn’t feel awkward about it knowing he would gladly sleep on the floor to ensure you are comfortable.

adult virgin deku! who sees you coming out of the hotel shower with only an towel on and starts to feel his cheeks flush forcing himself to turn away with a small “ah- oh- i’m sorry”, in which causes you to let out a small chuckle figuring one of the worlds strongest hero’s has had to have seen plenty of naked bodies considering his popularity.

adult virgin deku! who rushes to leave the room to arrive to the bathroom in which he had been waiting for so he could shower next.

adult virgin deku! who finds his pants feeling tight only to pull down his pants to see his erection leaking with precum as it twitched from the cold air hitting it after being let lose.

adult virgin deku! who would usually never have time for masterbation let alone muster up enough interest for him to get it up. Of course he has watched porn and things online before, more often in his teenage days but it never felt like enough.

adult virgin deku! who had never intentionally wanted to be a virgin this long, he just never got around to it. Of course he was curious of how getting his dick wet would feel. The times he did find himself alone, he would try and mimic and imagine what a warm pussy would feel like around his cock.

adult virgin deku! who wonders what your pussy would feel like around his cock.

adult virgin deku! who brings himself back to the present and feels his cock throb at the thought, wrapping a firm hand to squeeze his cock and immediately feel guilt from thinking such lewd thoughts about you, his friend.

adult virgin deku! who takes a cold shower to try and wash off the thoughts of you out of his mind.

adult virgin deku! who gets out of the shower and see’s you lying on the hotel bed in your short little pajamas in which he finds cute as they were different from the usual superhero suits he would see you in, this felt more homely and comfortable.

adult virgin deku! who gets ready to lay down, setting down a pillow and a blanket on the floor neatly forming a small bed for him to sleep on for the night in which you notice and confusion hits your face.

adult virgin deku! who looks up at you with those sweet puppy dog eyes as you ask why he is sleeping on the floor in which he innocently responds,

“there’s only one bed to sleep on and a women should never have to sleep on the floor!”

“but there’s enough room for us both, it’s a queen size bed?” you question. He surely has slept with plenty of women, did he think you were disgusting or something?

adult virgin deku! who sees the hurt expression on your face and panics, did you want him to sleep next to you? was that okay?

“do you uh- want me to sleep with you- OH I MEAN- i meant like sleep on the same bed! since there’s only one, you know!” he panics throwing his hands up in defense not wanting to sound like a creep.

“I don’t want you to sleep on the floor, but if you are uncomfortable or don’t want to, then i understand.”

“I will if you’re sure it’s okay..” he hesitates as in not wanting to make you feel uncomfortable and feeling nervous considering the situation in the bathroom. she nods and lets out a soft smile in which his cheeks flush once again.

adult virgin deku! who hops in bed and you both stare at each other laying faced each other, heads against the warmth of the big pillows.

adult virgin deku! who stares at you, your features and beautiful eyes staring at him, in this moment he almost feels like the world has stopped, like work and being a hero can wait and all that he cares about in this moment is staring at you. How could someone so pretty be so nice to him? moments like this makes him feel grateful for everything that has happened, who would have ever thought that loser quirkless ‘deku’ would have had the chance to sleep next to a women as amazing as you. he would have never dreamed of it years ago.

adult virgin deku! who realizes you are staring right back at him giving him the same needy look he’s giving you, his eyes find its way to your lips and looks up at you for any discomfort while slowly moving in without thinking which you gladly accept, pulling your hand up to his cheek to pull him closer.

adult virgin deku! who deepens the kiss and grabs you face with hunger as he slowly moves to hold himself up on top of you using his other hand to softly get a hold of your wrists, holding you in place. As the kiss goes on he hears you try and say something leading him to pull away from the kiss, only pulling away so you’re barely an inch away from his lips.

“Izuku, I want you to touch me.” you exhale barely catching your breathe from the heated kiss just moments ago.

adult virgin deku! who feels like he could cum in his pants just from you saying his name like that, in that breathy tone, he wanted to hear it more, he wanted to hear his name in your mouth again.

adult virgin deku! doesn’t hesitate and think long on it before he removes the hand that was on your wrist to place it now on your upper stomach slowly inching up towards your breast.

adult virgin deku! who pulls up the fabric of your shirt and stares in awe of your plump breasts, he whimpers at the sight and his cock becomes impossibly harder than it was. at this rate he was bound to cum in his pants. you stare at him in want and hold on to his emerald hair, brushing strands out his face with your fingers.

“god, you’re so perfect.” he praises.

adult virgin deku! who grabs a breast in his hand and squeezes softly, rubbing his thumb over your perky nipples abstracting a soft moan out of you making Izuku’s head run laps. he gently placed his wet mouth over the softness of your nipple and starts sucking.

adult virgin deku! who feels drunk sucking your nipple, eyes rolling back as he caresses your other breast with his free hand feeling you pull his hair, he moans against your breast.

“feels so good Izuku, n-need to feel your lips all over my body” you manage to moan out.

adult virgin deku! who’s mind wanders to all the places he could put his mouth on, he wants to taste you so bad. getting aroused by the thought, he moves his body down to your tiny pajama shorts. He stares for a second, rubbing his index finger against your shorts feeling your wetness through the fabric.

“did I make you this wet?” you nod in response and a soft pleased smile appears on his lips.

adult virgin deku! who removes your pajama shorts to find you in your tight lace underwear that makes him feel like a horny teenager or perhaps a victorian man seeing an ankle for the first time. he lowers his head down, deciding he liked the panties so much he wanted to eat you out through them.

adult virgin deku! who licks a stripe up your clothes pussy and feels you throb on his tongue, he loves the feeling. Izuku holds your thighs in place as he starts kissing your pussy and taking one of his hands to slide his fingers in your underwear to rub your clit which sends a reaction through your body making your back arch and thighs start to close around his head. Suddenly izuku figured being suffocated by your thighs like this would be a good way to die.

adult virgin deku! who does different motions with his tongues on your clothed pussy til he found one that made you clench around you, izuku didn’t even realize he had started humping the bed like a dog in heat. He whimpered and moaned against your pussy sending vibrations through your pussy.

“i’m close izuku” you manage to whimper out.

adult virgin deku! who is quick to pull your panties to the side to work his way to kitten lick your pussy while using on hand to play with your clit and the other to stick 2 fingers in your pussy which has your eyes rolling to the back of your head, you’re feeling overstimulated with so much attention being brought to your pussy.

“I want you to cum on my face, please- need it so bad, please” izuku begs and whines against your pussy rapidly rutting his hips against the mattress feeling himself becoming close holding himself back so you could cum together.

“fuck, I’m cumming izuku” you moan out as you came all over his place giving izuku the green light to finally release his load, making a mess in his pants.

adult virgin deku! who unbuckled his pants revealing his briefs that have been stained with cum, you can see the outline of his cock, he was a little above average but his girth is what had you drooling. he slowly removes his briefs to reveal his thick throbbing cock and places it to rub his tip against your clothed pussy letting out a choked out moan from the friction on his overstimulated cock.

“I have something to tell you..” he trails off darting his eyes back up to your adoring eyes. “what is it?” your eyes now with concern if he’s hurt himself or feels unsure of having sex with you.

“I’m uh i’m a virgin” he says looking down somehow embarrassed that he hasn’t lost his virginity yet.

you look up at him in shock of what he told you, you still want to have sex but you wonder if maybe he isn’t ready yet and look at him in concern for him.

“oh, i understand if you don’t want to do anything or have sex, it’s totally okay izuku, i understand, i promise.” you place a gentle hand on his cheek allowing him to melt into your touch. He wanted you to take his virginity.

adult virgin deku! who places a soft kiss into the palm of your hand and looks at you with stars in his eyes.

“I want you to take my virginity, y/n.” he says now looking at you with pure lust and amusement.

adult virgin deku! who slowly removes your underwear completely, staring at your completely naked body like a starved man looking at a meal and grabs his cock in his hand stroking it in front of you while inching towards your pussy.

adult virgin deku! who with a grunt, slides his cock into your wet pussy and immediately feels like he’s gonna go limp. it was so much better than he imagined, it felt like your pussy was milking him of everything it could give.

adult virgin deku! who starts off slow and thrusts his hips into your pussy, going deeper and deeper. he felt your nails scratch his back which sent a painful pleasure going straight to his cock.

“shit, you’re so tight- want to stay in this pussy forever, please, i never wanna stop, please- fuck” at this point deku was babbling on nonsense, not being able to think finally feeling pussy drunk for the first time which makes you give him a soft smile and pet to his head of the sight of him falling apart from your pussy.

adult virgin deku! who feels himself become close to his climax moaning out sweet nothings into your ear as he kisses all over you like you’ll disappear at any moment now if he stopped touching you.

“please, i wanna cum, please let me cum” deku whines out causing your pussy to react and squeeze around his dick. “f-fuck, can’t keep this up much longer, you’re squeezing me so much, feels too good” he whines out bratty sounds for your ears only.

“you can cum izuku” you say peppering kisses down his chest that was now hovering over you due to the height difference between you two.

“where do you want it, baby?” he says desperately.

The nickname had you fighting to build up strength to answer him, “want you to cum inside me”.

With that Izuku wastes no time before you both climax and cum together, some cum spilling out of your pussy. Izuku tramples down next to you on the mattress out of breath taking a few moments to breathe before staring at you still with the same admiration and puppy dog eyes as before.

“Thank you so much, I hope i did okay” he says pressing a soft kiss on your forehead leaving his palm to linger on your cheek as you smile softly at him.

“you did perfect izuku, thank you” you say admiring his soft features, he looked so handsome like this.

adult virgin deku! who was no longer a virgin while sleeping next to you wrapping his arms around you keeping you safe as you both rested.

[thee-horny-thicky]

Which of yours fics are your fav? Because I can say with absolute certainty that FES is mine. Savior was okay. And confessions has a lot of potential. I need to read the one with Geto / reader visit Japan and link up with Gojo.

This is so hard to answer, because each fic I write holds a piece of my heart. However, after careful deliberation, I sorted through my 43 fics and selected those I'm fondest of, in no particular order. For anyone interested, I included the links, and their bio :)

The Exchange Student Series (Suguru/Reader. Incomplete)

Take the role of a foreign exchange student who had the misfortune of catching Geto Suguru's attention.

Honey, I'm Home! (Satoru/Reader. Will be expanded)

After being trapped in the prison realm for so long, Gojo is in dire need of release. What better way to do that than paying a visit to his favorite girl?

The Sacrifice (Sukuna/Reader. Will be Expanded)

After stealing, the village priests select you to be sacrificed to an elusive forest beast to avoid his wrath.

Surprise! (SatoSugu/Reader. Complete, but I may do another chapter)

Your boyfriend of a year decided a trip to Tokyo would be the perfect anniversary present. He missed his hometown, and you always wanted to visit. However, he failed to mention that the two of you would be staying with his stunning best friend. He also failed to mention that the two of them liked to share.

Hide & Go Get It (SatoSugu/Reader. Complete)

Satoru and Suguru show you how to play hide and go get it, taking your virginity in the process

Orange Juice and Milk (Francis Mosses/Reader. Incomplete)

You're a lonely housewife, neglected by your workaholic husband, and you're 90% sure he's cheating. As your frustration builds and you grow disillusioned with your marriage, you come up with a way for some relief; Francis Mosses, the neighborhood milkman.

Oh no, he's hot! (Nanami/Reader. Complete)

After Haruta Shigemo was killed, you should've been terrified of the blond giant who set his sights on you. But instead, all you could focus on was how hot he was.

Pretty Young Thing (Gojo/Nanami/Ijichi/Reader. Complete)

Gojo forces Nanami to go to a hostess club with him and quickly becomes captivated by a particularly pretty young thing. Unfortunately, Gojo also has his sights on her. Who will she choose? You decide!

Castaway (Gyutaro/Reader. Complete)

When you become stranded in the middle of the ocean, a merman by the name of Gyutaro takes a liking to you.

Shower Time Comfort (Shoko/Reader. Complete)

After Gojo is cut down, you and Shoko seek comfort within each other.

Mr. Steal Yo' Girl (Dark!Gojo/Reader. Complete)

After beating Sukuna into submission, Gojo decided to rub salt into the wound by claiming the ‘King of Curses’ woman.

Tattoos and Tenderness (Sukuna/Reader. Complete)

While taking you to Pound Town, Sukuna evaluates his feelings for you.

Bunnies and Vices (Bunny!Izuku/Reader. Incomplete)

When you stumble across an injured green rabbit, you just thought you had a little too much to drink and took it home with you. But when the rabbit remains green, you realize you might’ve bit off more than you could chew. And when the rabbit turned into a man, you knew that you were way in over your head.

But, hey, at least he’s cute.

A Little Demonstration (Lucifer Morningstar/Reader. Will be Expanded)

When you ask Lucifer how he exactly took both of Adam's wives, he decides to give you a little demonstration

Blood and Breeding (Doppelganger!Francis Mosses/Reader. Complete, but it may be expanded)

When a Francis appears covered in 'scarlet milk,' you're unsure if you should be scared or horny. He makes that choice for you.

Update Edging (Nanami/Reader. Complete)

While his computer updates, Nanami calls you into his office for a little fun.

[voidlesscreator]

Core Fusion AU

The people that live in the Infinite Realms are able to fuse like gems in Steven Universe. Why you may ask? It's because their body is made up of ectoplasm that comes from their core, which is very similar to how a gem's form is made up of light and comes from their gem itself.

Fusions occur when two or more ghosts share a similar strong emotion or obsession, such as protection, love or hate. The fusion is a state where the occupants share thoughts and work together to operate a single body, so a lot of trust needs to be present or a singular goal in both minds.

Core Fusions also merge unique powers together to strengthen or link them together more.

Due to this, core fusions are typically seen as a way to show trust in any form or bond between ghosts, and as a way to strengthen forces and power.

Danny is probably able to fuse with ghosts and humans but was never told that it was possible for him bc he's half-human.

Now, this could work for both Dp x Dc and Dp x BNHA.

Dp x Dc

Danny can fuse with people who have been touched by death or have been dead and came back (like Jason).

The fusion would be a physical form that mixes both or more appearances while their cores (pseudo or not) appear as jewellery they wear as the fusion, which changes depending on the fusion.

Since I'm fixated on the dead on main ship right now, let's say that Jason is the one to core fuse with Danny first, and there can be an in depth backstory on how they meet and leads up to the core fusion, and it helps with the pit rage. Danny takes them to either Frostbite or Clockwork to figure out what is going on and they learn about core fusion and how it works.

-possible plot idea ahead-

In Gotham, Red Hood has been MIA for several months from both being a vigilante and a crime boas, and the rest of the batfam are freaking out about it; especially since a new crime boss has come into play going by "The Monarch" or "JD Fent" (The Monarch plays into Danny being either Ghost King or an adjacent role in the Infinite realms, and the JD Fent is a mix of their names bc I think it's cool :D).

Meanwhile, Jason and Danny have been chilling together using core fusion to keep away from the batfam and have been improving Crime Alley with Danny's inherited chaotic mad scientist gene being used to harness ectoplasm as a renewable energy since Gotham has a large quantity of it (bonus points if the ectoplasm can be re-filtered to be safely used again for power).

The GIW or another ghost could show up in Gotham to hunt down JD and the batfam accidentally get captured since a lot of them have died (I think??).

Cue a garnet-style reunion and a "stronger than you" scene before escaping and telling the rest of the batfam the truth.

Dp x BNHA

Similar to the other one, but quirks count as mini-cores and that's how people gain their powers. Quirkless people don't have cores and therefore don't have powers.

Danny could be able to fuse with the previous OFA users and just pull them out of Izuku or they could just fuse by Danny grabbing onto Izuku when using his quirk in a fight.

And I'm just imagining during one of the fights Danny grabs onto Izuku and a flash of light shoots out and once the light clears, Danny is gone and a person with three sets of arms with an appearance similar to Danny's and the other OFA users mixed into one before battling it out with the LOV.

Please let me know if anything doesn't seem like it works! And this prompt is free to use by anyone if they want to! :]

[silverynight]

The heart of the barbarian King

Chapter 1

It's been a week since Izuku was taken from his village; his mother died years ago so the only thing left for him there was his mentor, the alpha hero, All Might. But he had to leave in order to find something important; he didn't tell the omega what it was or how long that journey was going to take him.

Izuku knows All Might is a good person and he takes care of him, but sometimes he thinks that he'll do the same thing his father did (disappointed to have a weak omega as a son) and leave for good.

The omega wouldn't blame him if that was the case.

And then, a group of alphas and betas came and took the green haired omega while he was trying to gather some herbs in the woods.

Izuku tried to fight them (All Might was training him in hand to hand combat), but his training had just started so he is still not strong or skilled enough to defeat five people.

The omega knows why they want him; he's not naive, even in his village, alphas and betas tried to convince him to marry them and have pups with them. Some of them even tried to bite him once or twice; they just stopped for a while after he met All Might and the alpha made clear to everyone that Izuku was under his protection.

It's not been easy, not even in his own village, and the only reason Izuku wants to go back there it's because he wants to see All Might again; although he's not sure he'll come back.

Perhaps Toshinori got tired of him, like his own father did. Although Izuku doesn't think he's ready to face that kind of truth yet.

If that's what happened.

But this is not the moment to think about that; he needs to fix his problem as soon as possible.

The people who are keeping him as a prisoner give him food, water and clean clothes, but they also mix some sort of potion in his food in order to keep him weak and disoriented.

They also let him bathe whenever they find a river or a lake and give him some privacy because they know he can't run away.

At least they haven't touched him yet, but that's because they don't want to start a fight over the omega.

"I think we should keep him," says one, staring at Izuku's neck with hungry eyes that send horrible shivers through his spine.

"No. He's too pretty, we could trade him for a lot of things, maybe good swords and bows for all of us."

"I think we could ask for much more than that. This one is a good present for a King."

"The stupid beta is right. We should keep him. I'm willing to share."

"No."

Fortunately, that's the end of it. The town they arrive at is small but full of life. Izuku can tell by what he can see that most people in there are good and are against what those men and women do, but they don't have the strength to oppose them.

The little pups roaming around get close to him and look at him with curious eyes; Izuku has always been weak when it comes to little ones, so of course he melts almost immediately at the sight of them.

"Why do you have emerald eyes?"

"Where do you come from?"

"Why are you in a cage?"

"Do you want to be our friend and play with us?"

The omega wants to answer that last question with a yes, but one of the alphas that caught him growls at the little pups until they run away in fear.

Izuku still wants to have pups, although he'd like to meet a good alpha first.

That probably will never happen now.

Then, things get worse when the group in charge of the town starts a fight with a small number of barbarians; the problem is that they all are trained warriors.

In less than an hour, they defeat the leaders of the town and are ready to take a lot of things from them. The people are terrified; Izuku can't blame them and he certainly is worried about the pups, but he can't do anything from the inside of a cage.

The leader of the barbarians, an alpha with very short, dark hair and green, almost yellowish eyes, looks particularly cruel.

Even though he's just a prisoner there, Izuku fears for the innocent people in that place.

One of the alpha's in charge, looking bloodied and almost disfigured from all the hits he took, still tries to negotiate.

"Maybe we can give you something in exchange... so you leave us alone."

The leader of the barbarians laughs, throwing his head back.

"I can take anything I want already. It's not like you can stop me."

Another alpha in the group of barbarians gets closer to him; she's clearly worried.

"No, we can't. The barbarian King doesn't like these kind of things. Invading towns or hurting innocents for no reason. If we take something big with us, he'll know."

The leader rolls his eyes.

"That useless coward!"

"You know he's neither of those. He's the son of the Bakugos. He has won a couple of battles by himself, and dragons seem to listen to him."

Even understand the circumstances he's in, Izuku perks up at the mention of dragons. He has always wanted to see one of them up close.

The dark-haired alpha snaps at the other, who immediately recoils in fear.

"He's a coward because he could expand our territory with all that power, but he does nothing with it! Now shut the fuck up!"

"But–"

The leader hits one of his own people in the face.

"We'll only take small things; nothing he can find out about."

That's when the barbarian finally spots Izuku; his eyes roam all over his body once or twice before the omega can try to cover himself a bit, even though he knows it's useless because the clothes the people gave him are a bit revealing.

"I'll take the omega."

"We can't, Chisaki-san!" A brave beta cuts in. "The King doesn't like it when we take prisoners."

"It's alright," Chisaki grins in a mischievous way as he gets closer to Izuku's cage. "He won't be a prisoner, he'll be my mate."

The omega moves away from him almost immediately; staring at him with mistrust. No, he doesn't want him as his alpha.

"That won't work either," another barbarian says, taking a few steps away from his leader. Chisaki is quickly losing his patience and the last time he did, he hit someone.

"WHY NOT?"

"The King will probably ask the omega what happened!"

"Why would the fucking King believe a slut omega instead of me, his number one general?"

Judging by the amount of lies that come out of the alpha, Izuku doubts he's the best of the King's generals.

"Sir, we all know he doesn't like you."

"Well," Chisaki's calm demeanor is even more terrifying than his rage; he clearly has, or thinks he has, a solution for his problem. "I'll just have to make a pact with the person in charge of this stupid town."

Someone finally rises from the ground.

"I think no one here will be willing to do that, especially if you brought dark magic with you." The man says before getting punched in the face by the leader of the barbarians.

"It's either that or death. Your choice."

Izuku would be more interested in what's about to happen if it wasn't because his own destiny depended on it. For a second, he wishes the barbarians hadn't covered his mouth, but then he tells himself that it wouldn't make any difference. No one would have listened to him.

Chisaki takes out a small container; all men and women in charge of the town (the people who kidnapped Izuku) have to drink from it as well as the barbarian general.

Then, he tells them his terms; the omega has to stay with the barbarians as a peace offering, but if they try to take Izuku away from them there will be another fight, a war, until Chisaki is sure there's nothing left of them.

Izuku knows a couple of things about dark magic; the curse will force them to fight, even if they don't want to.

The pups and the innocent people will die too if Izuku tries to escape.

The omega doesn't cry because he has to stay with the barbarians, but he tears up a bit thinking that Toshinori might not find him, if he ever decides to come back.

Maybe it's for the best, because he's not sure All Might had planned to come back for him in the first place.

***

The cage is open; Izuku doesn't try to run, even when Chisaki takes him roughly by the chin and pulls him closer to smell his neck.

"You have a very pleasant scent."

The omega closes his eyes, praying to all the gods the barbarian doesn't bite him, even though his wish would only be delaying the inevitable.

"Here. Put this on." The alpha throws a couple of clothes at him; they are still very revealing. It's a top that can be fastened around the neck to cover his chest area, then a very short fabric, almost like a panty and red veils covering the back and the front of it. That along with golden sandals. "It's okay, omega. You can hide in those bushes; I don't want my men to see you. Only I'll be able to do that from now on."

"He'll probably won't run; he's got a good heart and won't want to be responsible for our deaths," Izuku hears one of the town's men talking as he changes. "But you should give him something to keep him obedient because he's a feisty one."

"That's fine," Chisaki purrs. "I like feisty omegas. It's always a pleasure to break them."

By the time he gets out of the bushes, there's a commotion there; two horses carrying another two barbarians arrive; they riders don't seem to need any time of leashes to control the horses, which is kinda impressive.

"WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU THINKING?" The tallest barbarian growls, jumping from his horse. He's the strongest of them all and has a tattoo on his left shoulder with a very pretty design and a distinct "I" in the middle.

Suddenly, Izuku is sure he's seen it somewhere... but without the letter... There's a memory attached to it, one of a little blond boy that used to play with him by the river, until his parents left with their people and Izuku was left alone, without any other friends.

It's a very distant memory, so perhaps it's not entirely real.

"King Bakugo," Chisaki says through gritted teeth. "What a surprise."

"What Bakugo here is trying to say," another barbarian, with spiky, red hair says, trying to calm everyone down. "Is that you weren't on duty this morning, general. You didn't have any missions. We were looking for you."

Bakugo... that name is familiar too, now that the omega thinks about it.

"My men and I were just patrolling the area."

It looks like the King is about to yell again when he finally turns completely around and spots Izuku.

Izuku stills remembers Katsuki's red eyes. He tries to say the name, but his mouth is covered.

"Deku?"

It seems Katsuki remembers him too.

The King rushes towards him immediately, like he has just forgotten the other people around. With trembling hands, he takes off the rope around his face.

"Kacchan!" the omega tears up, so happy to see a familiar face finally, even though it's been years since he saw his childhood friend last and the alpha looks very different now (in a good way).

"Are you hurt?"

"Oi, King Bakugo, that's my omega..."

"FUCK OFF!" The growl that comes out of the blond alpha's mouth is absolutely terrifying and shuts Chisaki up for a while, even though Izuku can see him trembling with rage. Then Katsuki turns to face the omega again and his demeanor changes drastically. "What happened, De-Izuku?"

The omega takes a deep breath and tells him everything because he still trusts him, even after all those years without seeing each other. When he's done, Katsuki looks murderous again.

"You can't," his friend, the barbarian with red hair says, like he's reading his mind. "He has the support of a lot of clans."

"I know," The King sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. "But I can still fix this."

"You can't free my omega," Chisaki argues, trying to look calm. "I made a deal for him. We wouldn't want anyone else to get hurt, would we?"

"Izuku, do you want him as your mate?"

"I'd rather die," he replies, making Katsuki smile at him with something close to fondness.

"You know the rules, my King. You can't take him anywhere else or..."

"No, but I can fight you for him," Katsuki smirks, showing his sharp, alpha teeth. "It's alright. No weapons as the rules dictate, first one on the ground loses."

"The leaders of the nine clans would never find you a good spouse if you do this," Chisaki argues.

"I don't want their stupid daughters or sons. I made my choice ages ago!" The King growls, showing him his tattooed shoulder.

"There's no fucking way this slut omega is-"

Katsuki growls before grabbing Chisaki by the throat, although his friend manages to pull them both apart.

"What are you doing, Kirishima?"

"There are rules... you won't get Midoriya if you don't follow them."

Izuku is completely lost, he doesn't understand what's happening and the fact that Katsuki's friend seems to know him is ever more confusing to him.

"I don't want to do this. It's ridiculous," Chisaki protests. "The omega is already mine."

"You cannot back away from this," Kirishima argues, with a hand on Katuki's arm. "Our rules are clear. If you haven't marked your omega, anyone can fight you for him."

"Fine then," Chisaki spits, looking a lot less smug now. "Let's fight for the slut!"

This time, when Katsuki charges at the other alpha, Kirishima lets him.

***

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[sugarlywhispers]

a.n; i don't know what is this. i blame it — on me. simply me and my desire for this three men lol bye.

warnings; smut, filth lol, dom/sub themes, foursome (mxmxmxf), bakugou x midoriya x todoroki slash.

A smile.

A smile to a mere stranger just to spite them it's all it took.

"You did that on fuckin’ purpose," Katsuki almost growls once the entrance door to your apartment closes, with your other two boyfriends inside. His jaw is tense, hands closed in fists, holding himself back.

Ugh, you love it when he struggles like this.

"No, I didn't," you answer back, simple and unbothered.

Bad idea. You know perfectly well that Katsuki hates when you talk back. It is a ticket that leads straight to a punishment. Yet, that is all you wanted.

You want dom Katsuki out to play.

He turns to you, eyes feline and filled with a deep, dangerous desire on them. He takes two long strides until he stands right in front of you, not even centimeters separating you from his body. One of his big hands grabs you by the back of your head, fingers interlacing with your hair and pulling your head back so you could look up at him.

His lips brush against yours as he speaks again, "Oh, yes you did, firefly. And you're gonna get punished for that."

His mouth collides with yours, kissing you passionately, angrily almost; tongue invading every space inside your mouth, making your knees go weak at every delicious strong lick. Like he is showing you in that kiss who is in control.

Him. Only him.

And all the little whimpers that escape your mouth and get lost inside his just shows how much in agreement you are with that fact.

You are so lost in this kiss that you never notice Katsuki's hand signaling Shouto to come closer. Next thing that happens, Katsuki ends the kiss with a long bite at your bottom lip, making you whine both in pain and excitement. You feel someone turn you around and you squeal when Shouto picks you up over his shoulder, smacking your ass once while walking towards the bedroom. Izuku follows suit, almost stepping over Shouto's heels, smiling sideways devilishly. Katsuki is the last one to follow unenthusiastically, but you know how hot and bothered he really is.

Fuck yeah!, the fun is about to begin.

Shouto is almost ripping off your clothes right after you enter the bedroom. Lips and tongue fighting with yours while hands grab and caress every section of naked skin that is disposed of cloth. It is a fight you obviously are losing –not that you actually put much of you against it. You want their savage side out; you want all of each one of them.

Before you know it, you're thrown at the big king size bed you share with your boyfriends, face down ass up. You couldn't say or do much before something firm and wet caresses your core entirely. It doesn't take too much to guess what it is. Shouto's tongue licks your pussy slowly but firmly; your legs tremble a bit when he repeats the action again.

A whine escapes your lips as his hand slap the right cheek of your ass, eyes already closed in pleasure as his tongue pays special attention to your clit.

"Eyes on me, firefly," Katsuki's voice brought you back to the room.

When you direct your eyes to where his voice came from, the moan that comes out from within your chest is heard in the room. Not only thanks to the hottest sight that welcomes your eyes, but also thanks to how Shouto thrusts two fingers inside your pussy while his tongue concentrates only on your sensitive clit. He is savoring your pussy like a thirsty man on a desert; meanwhile Izuku is on his knees sucking Katsuki's cock, all kinds of sounds joining Shouto's as both partners give oral. One of Katsuki's hands is holding Izuku's head, fingers interlacing in his lover's hair while guiding him as he wants. But his eyes won't part from yours.

"Look how good Izuku's is sucking my cock, baby... He has been such a good boy, hasn't he? He deserves a reward, don't you think? How about I let him fuck that pretty little pussy of yours, mmh?"

[that-nerd-who-writes-fanfiction]

Ooh.....Thanks for sharing your fics recs....Because you don't mind, can I ask for another top fav fics recs that you love? Thanks so much.....

Of course! I’ve only got about 10 because sorting through bookmarks takes a while but I can always do more

These are all complete and written in english

Emrys the Really, Truly Terrible by lindenwaverly

Merlin - Arthur wants to look for Emrys, Merlin is very against the idea, crack with plot, 15,241 words

Regent by Theroundbartable

Merlin - Time travel, Arthur becomes a child, Leon is immortal, Merlin is regent because Arthur left a will, Arthur has childhood trauma and suppressed memories, check the tags for triggers, 148,386 words, 16 chapters

The chaotic neutral’s guide to time travel by DancingInTheStorm

Mha - Shinsou has no fucks to give and UA has to deal with it, 1,629 words

Luminescence by livinglittlelie

Mha - Soul mates Tododeku fic, everyone has marks that glow when they touch their soulmate, Izuku thinks he’s markless his whole life and Todoroki has trauma surrounding his soulmarks, super cute, little bit angsty and briefly goes into platonic soul bonds and relationships too. 9,229 words

Lost and Found by Andai

Mha - Dadzawa is protective when Izuku’s dad shows up, he claims his kid openly, and proudly. Midoriya Hisashi is promptly told to fuck off. 15,216 words, 3 chapters

Somewhere in Between by PhantomWriter

Good Omens, Merlin crossover - Merlin shows up in the bookshop, he and Aziraphel have an interesting conversation. 4,300 words

Emrys smiled by NoTearsFalling

Merlin - Merlin punches a knight to protect a kid, a foreign king tries to punish him, 4,430 words

Let Us Cling Together As The Years Go By by TheGameIsOn_Geronimo

Good Omens, Merlin crossover - Aziraphel and Merlin meet a few times over the years and become friends, just immortal things, 5,477 words

A dog is a Merlin's best friend by OlisDrabbles

Merlin - Merlin keeps the dog from the Valiant episode and it becomes his best friend and the number 1 Merthur shipper, 4,159 words

I Also Have Magic by OwlsWithFins

Merlin - Merlin’s magic is revealed and the knights all stand up for him by confessing to also having magic, they pretend to do little tricks so it’s believable, crack and fluff, Mercelot, 3,208 words

[donkeys-waffles]

I love that AFO can manipulate his appearance, it's so great to me... It makes me wonder if that's what his appearance now is, a manipulation. I like to think that he made small changes to make himself look more 'demon king' like. Like getting rid of his pupils as an example.

I like to think that his nature eye color isn't white, but green like his brother's, and obviously that he has a crap ton of freckles (can you really expect me not to though...) And he's always hated them because they make him look 'soft', (I've never seen an intimidating person with freckles.)

Izuku being born with his freckles is the only reason he's ever liked them; he loves them actually.

And I love the idea of AFO always saying that Izuku got his eye color from his uncle, when in reality Izuku got it from both AFO and his brother.

I think AFO held his brother on a pedestal, relying on him solely to meet his emotional needs while Yoichi relied on AFO for his physical needs. AFO degrades his brother, but that's a mask, much like the rest of his exterior, to show that he has nothing of importance to lose. And with that, I feel like AFO, who forced himself to play the monster his entire life for survival, doesn't believe he deserves to share Yoichi's eyes.

Yoichi's eyes are kind, warm, so are Izuku's. And AFO has never seen himself as either, in his mind he's only ever seen himself as a monster, nothing remotely close to human, incapable of human emotion.

So, instead, he says that Izuku solely got his eyes from Yoichi... Because they're kind and human and he isn't.

[imagination-mess]

Imagine Pro Hero Deku at the Hero Expo signing, taking pictures, and talking to fans. He kept seeing the book repeatedly when fans were asking him to sign it for them. Curiosity got to him, and he asked what this book was about to get a recommendation to read it himself because it is an incredible story to read.

Later, he found the book being sold from one of the little shops set up in the plaza. They were selling specifically three books with a similar appearance to himself and his friends on the cover. He found out by conversing with some fans who hadn’t seen him yet and thought he was a cosplayer. The three books were connected: The Demon Prince, The Dragon King, and The Mage.

He ended up getting all three books for free. He just asked to sign the Mage book and take a picture with them since the seller refused to take money from him.

However, once he could recover from spending three days at the expo with fans. He started to read the book during his time off for the week.

You better believe Izuku read all of those books within a week because they were fascinating and detailed. It was a coincidence that parallels his life story. It was much later, after he finished the book, that it left him on a cliffhanger from the last book, which was The Mage. He went online to find out if there was another book coming out.

To find out, these books have come from a fanfiction website. Someone else had taken the original work and changed their names on the physical copy. Izuku assumed that it was the person he interacted with back at the Hero Expo.

The original creator of three books took all of their work down immediately after finding out that their work was being sold at the HeroExpo. The last post on their Twitter account was:

“Sorry for the inconvenience. I will not be uploading my work again. I would like not to be sued by the three biggest heroes of our generation.

Most of all, those books were published without my permission. Those physical copies of books sold at the Hero Expo weren’t by me."

To the horror of the original author of the books, they were trending on all social media platforms.

The fans wanted to know what the hype was about behind the books that had been taken down. People were sharing summaries about it and talking about it. Others expressed sadness that someone ruined it for everyone who would have loved to read it.

It didn’t help with the viral picture of Shoto reading ‘his’ book, The Demon Prince, at his favorite cat cafe while drinking tea.

The Deku, Dynamight, and Shoto fanbase are terrifying. Many people were harassing them to put it back on the website because they wanted to read it.

Within a couple of hours, the original author deleted their account.

However, it stayed in topic of conversation for a long time.

Next Pro Hero Dynamight

Later Pro Hero Shoto

[scary-grace]

Expiation (Chapter 2) - a Shigaraki x f!Reader fic

Even after slaying the High Kingdom's greatest enemy and sparing its people from a terrible fate, Shigaraki Tomura's past crimes make him an outcast in the castle. Still, someone has to attend to him, and that someone is you -- and unlike the maids who came before you, you're not afraid to ask a question. (cross-posted to Ao3)

Chapters: 1 2 3 4

Chapter 2

You accompany Sir Tomura to the feast in his honor, drawing as many stares as he does, and you wonder if that wasn’t his purpose all along. But the stares for you contain worry, or pity, as if they fear you’ve been coerced to his side, while the stares he receives are the same stares as always. Disgust from some. Hatred from others. And always, always terror.

At the doorway to the great hall, Sir Tomura adds another offense to his long list of crimes against propriety. As the herald, a bard with a gift for language and music and mostly volume, announces Sir Tomura and guest, Sir Tomura reaches out and takes your hand.

Lords offer ladies their arms, always – or lords their arms, if they prefer men, and ladies who prefer women offer their ladies their arms in turn. Holding hands is intimate, done at betrothals and weddings and thereafter in the privacy of one’s own chambers. It’s never done in public. Your face goes up in flames, and the assembled nobles gasp, but Sir Tomura steps forward without flinching. There’s nothing for you to do but stumble after him.

No one expected him to bring a guest, so a chair and a place setting must be hastily assembled for you, and you settle in at Sir Tomura’s side at the high table, amidst the king and his councilors and their consorts, none of whom were planning to share their evening with a servant. King Izuku, to his credit, makes the valiant first effort at including you, although he does it by way of Sir Tomura. “Will you introduce us to your companion?”

Sir Tomura shrugs. “I would if I knew her name.”

You realize you’ve never spoken it to him. Likely no one else has shared it, either, because he speaks to no one else, and you failed to introduce yourself when you arrived at his chambers. Sir Katsuki scoffs. “You’re unfamiliar with the ways of chivalry. Among civilized men we learn the names of servants before we bed them.”

“Civilized people. There are women among us,” Lord Tenya corrects at once. “And not all of us bed servants.”

You’ve heard that. Lord Tenya is said to be stiff-necked and a little boring, but he holds the values of chivalry and courtly love in high esteem, in spite of the fact that you’ve never seen him court anybody. “Let him talk,” Sir Tomura says. He lifts his wineglass, inspects it, and takes a sip. You cringe at the breach in manners – no one is supposed to eat or drink before the king does. “If he wishes to make a fool of himself by raising his bedroom habits at dinner, that’s his affair. I had thought we were among civilized people. Am I incorrect?”

Sir Katsuki makes a scathing sound. You see King Izuku’s eyes widen, and from her seat at the king’s side, Sir Ochako speaks up. To you. “What is your name, and whose lands do you hail from?”

You share your name, stammering slightly. “I hail from the borderlands, my Lady. I am not sure who rules over them.”

An awkward silence falls. “No one rules them,” Sir Tomura says. He takes another sip of wine, and across the table, the king hurriedly does the same, releasing everyone else from their obligation to abstain. “They belong to warlords – the Hassaikai clan, if I’m not mistaken. How long ago did you cede your kingdom’s borders?”

King Izuku chokes on a second sip of wine. Lord Tenya glares at Sir Tomura. “It’s impolite to discuss council business at mealtime.”

“Then what do you discuss, if not anything that matters?”

You’re still holding Sir Tomura’s hand, because he hasn’t let go of yours, and you tighten your grip on instinct, the same way you’d squeeze the hand of a friend who was speaking out of turn. Sir Tomura startles, and Lord Shoto, who has yet to speak, breaks the silence. “Is that why you left?” he asks you. “Because of the warlords?”

Lord Tenya sputters that this isn’t appropriate conversation, either, but it occurs to you that this is an opportunity you’ll never have again. You always assumed that the rulers of the High Kingdom made decisions purely on what was good and just, that if they truly abandoned the borderlands, it was done for a purpose, but now you aren’t so sure. “Yes, my Lord,” you say. “The young head of the Hassaikai clan imprisons those with magic to use in his alchemic experiments. I fled so I would not meet such a fate.”

The king and his councilors exchange startled glances. “You are mistaken,” the king’s spymaster says. You shiver; until Sir Tomura arrived, Aizawa was the most feared man in the castle. “Alchemy is forbidden in the High Kingdom.”

“The borderlands aren’t in the High Kingdom,” Sir Tomura points out. He still hasn’t released your hand. “The lot of you made sure of that.”

The silence that falls is agonizing in its awkwardness. The king’s herald, finished announcing the guests at last, slips into his seat at the spymaster’s side and into his unofficial role as court jester. “You all forget yourselves. The maid’s the only one here using her manners! Shame on you, my lords and ladies – what a terrible welcome you’ve provided to the savior of the High Kingdom.”

You can’t tell if he’s joking or not. Neither can Sir Tomura. “I’m a bard, first and foremost,” the herald continues, “and you’ve put me in a bind, your Lordship the White Death, sir. How am I supposed to sing of your heroic deeds when no one has told me the tale?”

Sir Tomura looks irritated. “What heroic deeds do you think I’ve committed?”

“You cast the Enemy’s severed head down at the king’s feet,” the herald says. “I’m assuming it didn’t just fall off.”

You snicker before you can stop yourself, then clamp your hands over your mouth in horror, pulling free of Sir Tomura’s hand in the bargain. But the herald winks at you. “Not only does she mind her manners, she has a sense of humor,” he proclaims. “Congratulations, Sir Tomura. You have excellent taste in guests.”

Sir Tomura ignores him, choosing instead to drink more wine, but you’re able to observe that the mood at the king’s table has lightened somewhat. You remember, suddenly, that the king’s herald and his spymaster were both born commoners, just like you. It makes you feel ever so slightly more comfortable at Sir Tomura’s side. You aren’t the first commoner the knights and nobles of the High Kingdom have encountered – and if the herald is anything to go by, you’re far from the most impertinent.

The food at the feast is fantastic. You’ve heard that one of the cooks in the kitchen has magic, and you can almost taste it. You eat sparingly, hoping against hope that you won’t be ruined for ordinary fare from now on. Beside you, Sir Tomura ignores his plate. Although you’re his companion for the evening, you’re still a maid, and you’re meant to serve. “Is the food not to your liking, my Lord?”

“I have no appetite.”

He’s too thin. You noticed it when you caught him changing his shirt – his muscles lie too close to the skin, his collarbones and ribs too prominent. Does he intend to starve? “Your cutlery is unused. Perhaps if you try it –”

“I’m not a child,” Sir Tomura interrupts. “Be silent.”

The sharpness of the command startles you, but you don’t let it show. Sir Tomura is acting as a noble should, and you should encourage it. You return your attention to your own plate. A few moments later, there’s a flicker of movement in your peripheral vision, followed by the scrape of a knife and fork against Sir Tomura’s plate. You don’t comment, but you don’t hide your smile, either.

There’s music and dancing, as there always is at a feast, and every lord and knight seeks a dance with someone. No one asks Sir Tomura. Someone asks you, though – King Izuku, and you nearly pass out from sheer shock. Even then, you know your manners. You turn to Sir Tomura for permission. “May I dance with the king, my Lord?”

“I don’t own you.” Sir Tomura doesn’t look up from his now partially-empty plate.

You accept the king’s offer, and King Izuku leads you onto the dance floor, he in his finery, you in a maid’s uniform. You put on a clean one before you joined Sir Tomura again. As poor and plain as it is, it’s the finest thing you own. The dance is simple, and old – so old that the borderlands were more than nominally part of the kingdom when it was first popularized. The steps come easily to you, which is a good thing, because King Izuku doesn’t just want to dance. He wants to talk.

“Is it true?” he asks, just under the musicians’ melodies. “What Sir Tomura said of the borderlands?”

You nod. King Izuku’s face, normally open and ready to rejoice at the slightest provocation, falls. It’s a long fall, and something about it bothers you. “I asked my spymaster, and he said you arrived here when you were thirteen,” he says. You nod again. “Why so young?”

“So old, your Majesty,” you say. He blinks. “My father and mother concealed my magic. When it was revealed, my family and the others who had helped me conceal it fled. Only I passed through the Forest Perilous unharmed.”

King Izuku looks even unhappier than before. “Are there others from the borderlands in the castle?” he asks, and once more, you nod. “I would speak to them. If the information you and Sir Tomura have provided is true, then we must intervene. This has gone on for far too long.”

You know what Sir Tomura would say to that, even having spent less than a day in his company: It has gone on because the High Kingdom has allowed it to go on. You keep your silence, keep your head bowed, and King Izuku speaks again as he guides you through a slow spin. “As for the matter of Sir Tomura,” he says, and your shoulders stiffen, “I was surprised to see him attend the feast at all, let alone with a companion. As you may know, we have had – there has been some difficulty in, er, making him feel welcome.”

He doesn’t feel welcome because he isn’t welcome, and he and everyone else knows it. You keep your silence, and King Izuku continues, more uncertainly than you’ve ever heard him speak. Then again, he’s never spoken to you before today. “If you were willing –” King Izuku starts, then cringes. “I don’t know the, er, the nature of your contact with him today –”

“My virtue is intact.”

“Oh. Good.” The king is so red in the face that steam might as well be pouring from his ears. “In that case, perhaps it’s not appropriate to ask this of you.”

As if your virtue matters to anyone but yourself. “Yes, your Majesty?”

“Sir Tomura will need someone to attend him on a more permanent basis. Ordinarily this would be a squire – failing that, a manservant,” King Izuku says. “But many have refused the role, and of those who have not done so immediately, he seems to hold less hatred for you than the rest. It is not usual, but if you were willing to take on the task –”

He’s looking at you hopefully, as though you might fill in the answer for him, let him completely off the hook. You won’t. “Yes, your Majesty?”

“The kingdom would be grateful if you continued to serve Sir Tomura,” King Izuku says. “There is honor in serving a knight.”

You remember what Sir Tomura said to you this afternoon: It is no honor to be on your knees at my feet. You know, too, what King Izuku is doing – offering you as a sacrifice to Sir Tomura, in the hopes that the White Death will be satisfied with you and cease to trouble everyone else. “Is this an order, your Majesty?”

King Izuku looks desperately uncomfortable. The two of you have frozen in the middle of the dance floor, as a new song starts and everyone else pivots around you. You wait for him to say it, to sweep the problem of the White Death away under your skirt. You’re an acceptable sacrifice. Just like the borderlands you grew up in were, for the sake of peace in the kingdom. “I don’t wish for it to be an order,” the king says. “But –”

“I will attend him.” You make the decision quickly, both to preserve the illusion that you had a choice and to avoid any risk that Sir Tomura will hear that you were forced to keep company with him on a regular basis. “It would be my honor.”

“Oh,” King Izuku says, relieved. “Good.”

He leads you off the dance floor, the other dancers moving seamlessly out of his path, and delivers you back to the high table where Sir Tomura sits alone. Everyone else seems to have evacuated the premises. “I have good news,” King Izuku says to Sir Tomura, who’s staring at nothing, again. “Your companion for the evening has agreed to attend you for the entirety of your stay in the kingdom.”

Sir Tomura looks up, surprised. Then his face hardens. “Did she agree, or did you compel her?”

“She agreed,” King Izuku says at once. “She said it would be her honor.”

To King Izuku’s eyes, Sir Tomura’s expression doesn’t change. You can tell by how quickly he makes his excuses, abandoning the high table just like the rest. But you perceive the shift, that same flash of interest you’ve seen a few times now. “Sit down,” he says, and you do. “It would be your honor?”

“Yes, my Lord.” You suppose there’s honor in completing a task that no one else dares to – and more than that, honor in serving the man who spared the kingdom, regardless of the means by which he spared it. “It is not usual. If you would prefer a male servant –”

“If I must have a servant, I prefer one who is not so obviously repulsed by me.” Sir Tomura drains his glass of wine. “If that is you, so be it.”

“It’s me,” you say. Sir Tomura takes your glass of wine, which you’ve barely touched, and drains it, too. “My Lord?”

“I’m tired of this,” he says abruptly. “Show me the way back to my room.”

“Yes, my Lord.”

Sir Tomura stays upright for most of the walk to his room, but when the alcohol strikes him at last, it strikes hard. You’re not unused to escorting drunken nobles back to their rooms and helping them prepare for bed, always poised to flee if the nobles in question decide they require company for the night. Sir Tomura, unlike the other nobles, has no nightclothes to change into and no paint or ornaments to remove from his skin and hair. He strips off his shirt so quickly that it tears, pulls off his boots, and falls onto the bed in his breeches and nothing else.

He recoils upright instantly. You see the scarcely healed skin over the cursed wound on his chest strain, nearly crack. “What are these?”

“The bedclothes?” you ask, puzzled. “I put them on earlier. You watched me.”

He runs his hand over them, disconcerted. “This isn’t wool.”

“It’s silk,” you say. “It’s meant to feel that way.”

The High Kingdom’s weavers produce more than tapestries. Typically when a new noble arrives, a fresh set of sheets is woven for them, but no one took such pains for the White Death, so you scavenged scraps of unused silk and pieced them by hand with your small magic, adding more and more until you had a full set of sheets for Sir Tomura’s bed. You meant to make a canopy, too, but then Hakamada caught you and chased you out. Sir Tomura considers the sheets as one might regard a snake about to strike before warily folding back the covers.

He recoils again when his head hits the pillow. You’ve never seen someone look so ill at ease with even this pale shadow of luxury in all your life.

He’s ill at ease, but tired, too. You can see it. “Is there anything else you require, my Lord?”

“No.”

“Then I will return at dawn,” you say, and curtsy. “Sleep well, my Lord.”

He doesn’t answer. When you look back again, he’s staring up at the ceiling, eyes open but blank. You need to find a canopy tomorrow. A canopy, and a pane of glass for the window, and more than one set of clothing – and doubtless dozens of other things you won’t think of until their absence makes itself conspicuously known. There’s much for you to do in order to ensure that your Lord is treated just as well as the others in the High Kingdom, who have done far fewer terrible deeds but not nearly as much good as the White Death did when he slew the Enemy and spared the world.

You lift Sir Tomura’s shirt from the end of the bed, noting the tear at the shoulder. Your magic is good for this much, at least. You run your finger along one edge of the tear and draw the fabric back together, doing everything to match the color of the join to the rest of the shirt. You’re unsuccessful, as usual. Still, it’s likely that Sir Tomura’s hair will hide the mark the next time he wears the shirt, and even if it doesn’t, silver isn’t the worst color one could choose.

You lay the shirt out on the end of the bed and fold it neatly. Then you turn to go, leaving your Lord to sleep his first night in a room that’s not quite so empty as before.

You return to Sir Tomura’s room bright and early, only to discover that he’s barely slept and in the full throes of a hangover. His terrible mood is the closest you’ve seen him get to the rage he’s famous for, but you’ve heard and seen Sir Katsuki do and say far worse. “What is it?” your Lord snaps at you, after you’ve brought him a cup of water and he’s taken a few sips. “What do they want now?”

“The king has called an emergency meeting of his council.”

“So?”

“My Lord, you sit on the king’s council,” you remind him. The exasperation that descends over Sir Tomura’s features could almost make you laugh. “I believe it concerns the borderlands.”

Sir Tomura rubs his eyes, and you notice the scar that runs over his right eye for the first time. For a moment, you think he’ll heed the summons. Then he lies back down. “No.”

“My Lord, the king takes his council meeting very seriously,” you caution. “If you don’t appear, Sir Ejiro will be sent to retrieve you.”

“To retrieve me?”

“I once saw him throw Sir Katsuki over his shoulder and carry him to the council chambers by force.” You watch as Sir Tomura’s eyes widen. “I imagine my Lord would like to avoid that.”

“If King Izuku imagines that any of his minions could retrieve me to somewhere I don’t wish to be, he’s lost his mind.” Sir Tomura eases his way to a seated position, grimacing the entire way. “When is it?”

“On the hour.” You add a timepiece to your mental list of items you need to procure for Sir Tomura’s room. ���With your permission, my Lord, I’ll bring something for you to eat.”

“And another shirt,” Sir Tomura says. “This one is –”

He trails off as he picks up last night’s shirt off the end of the bed. “I mended it,” you say. “I’ll return shortly.”

You curtsy, then duck out of the room, hurrying to the kitchens. They’re busy when you arrive, courtesy of the maids and squires of the nobles who, like Sir Tomura, indulged enough at the feast last night to sleep through breakfast. You survey the choices available, dismayed. You should have paid more attention to what Sir Tomura ate last night, rather than simply being pleased that he ate at all.

News of your new assignment has already spread to your fellow servants. “I heard the White Death asked for you specifically,” Lord Denki’s squire Minoru says. “Is that true?”

“Of course not,” Lady Tsuyu’s maid Setsuna says. “It was the king who asked, wasn’t it?”

“The king asked?” Neito, who squires for anyone who’s yet to choose a squire of their own, is aghast. “What on earth did you do?”

“Nothing,” you say. “What I was asked. Nothing more.”

“You said it was an honor,” Lord Shoto’s squire says. You glare at him, and Hanta lifts his hands in supplication. “How could you say anything else with the White Death breathing down your neck?”

“He wasn’t there,” you say. No one is listening to you. Your fellows want to know what it was like to dance with the king, or else they want to know how you managed not to faint or vomit from the sheer horror of holding Shigaraki Tomura’s hand. Once the conversation shifts into speculation, it no longer needs you. You gather a few food items at random and hurry back to the deserted wing, hoping Sir Tomura will have put on a shirt and sobered up by the time you arrive.

He has, just enough. He doesn’t know where the council meets, so you escort him, walking a few steps ahead while he chokes down his breakfast. At the council chambers, he steps through the door without a word to you, and you’re on your way before it swings shut behind him. You don’t know how long the council meeting will run – given the issue rumored to be at hand, it could run for some time – and you need to accomplish as much as possible before Sir Tomura returns.

New clothes will take the longest. You catch up to Hakamada as he returns from breakfast for a short conversation, one which neither of you enjoy very much. He insists that he cannot make anything for Sir Tomura until Sir Tomura selects colors and a coat of arms, and you insist that Sir Tomura needs clothing first and foremost. The person who wanders into the midst of the conversation silences you both at once.

Hakamada bows low at the waist, while you drop to your knees, forehead to the flagstones. “Your Grace.”

“Please rise,” the old king, Toshinori, says. Hakamada straightens; you risk a glance upwards. “I heard raised voices. What was under discussion?”

“New clothes for the White Death –”

“For Sir Tomura,” you correct.

“Which cannot be made until he chooses colors and a coat of arms!”

“Is that all?” the former king asks. Hakamada nods. “There are many existing coats of arms, and many colors to go with them, that are no longer bound to a lineage. We three shall choose one for Sir Tomura.”

You feel as though you shouldn’t be part of such an important decision, but you’re certain that Sir Tomura won’t care one way or the other. You follow the former king’s command to rise, and follow he and the tailor to the castle library. Hakamada is much more comfortable in the king’s presence than you are. Comfortable enough to speak. “Your Grace, should you not be at the council meeting?”

“The decisions to be made belong to young Izuku and his council, not to me.” The old king lifts a heavy book down from a high shelf, his arms shaking. “Here. These are the houses which have died out. Today we shall bring one back to life.”

Some of the devices and names in the book are easily recognizable, described and mentioned many times in the High Kingdom’s histories. Others are completely unfamiliar to you. The old king turns past page after page, then stops at one. “Shimura,” he says aloud. “Yes. This is the one.”

“Your Grace,” Hakamada says, startled or scandalized. “That name –”

“Is past due to be revived,” the old king says. He turns the book towards you. “Will this suit your lord?”

You study the device sketched in the book. It’s a grey background, ringed in red at the edges, with the blue shadow of a solitary tower at the center. It clearly means something to Hakamada, something he doesn’t approve of, but to your uneducated eyes, there’s nothing particularly offensive about it. And you know that Sir Tomura cares little for such things. You nod, and old king Toshinori smiles.

He was famous for his smile when he ruled, how bright and wide and fearless it was, but now his face is gaunt and angular, his eyes sunken, proof that his temporary victory in the battle against the Enemy did not cost him nothing. Your former kings and queens may have failed, as Sir Tomura said. But as you said in response, they tried, and to your mind, that counts for something.

Hakamada departs at once, mumbling about work to be done; while he would obfuscate and deny you, he would never dream of refusing the old king. The old king turns to you, and you sink into a curtsy. “Rise,” he instructs, and you do. “You have much to do today, do you not?”

“Yes, your Grace. If you will give me leave to go.”

“Where to next?”

You wish you had written out your list rather than trying to hold it in your mind. “A timepiece for my Lord’s room.”

“Ah, yes. Come with me,” the old king says. “I’ll assist you in choosing one.”

You meant to simply look through the room where broken objects are kept, searching for one that you could repair to look like new, but the old king leads you through the palace to the place where – “Fear not,” the old king says hastily. “Mirai is far more than a soothsayer.”

“And hardly that, these days.” The king’s fortuneteller has been reincarnated under many names, but he’s carried the name Nighteye in each life. “I am good for little more than crafting these days. Come inside. I have been expecting you.”

Your stomach lurches. “You have?”

“Of course. The White Death’s rooms are missing many items, and a conscientious servant would naturally seek them out.” Nighteye beckons you inside, and the king steps through the archway into his workshop. You follow him. “Here. This will serve.”

The timepiece he holds out is the loveliest thing you’ve ever seen, let alone touched – all silver and mother-of-pearl and pure white sand in its spun-glass chambers. You’ve seen larger timepieces when you’ve cleaned other nobles’ rooms, but none like this. “It will turn naturally with the passing of each hour. You will not need to adjust it.” Nighteye gestures for you to take it, and you hesitate. “If it’s my magic you fear, child, you need not do so. It has forsaken me.”

The old king clucks his tongue. “That is untrue.”

“My prophecies have never faltered,” Nighteye snaps at him. “For one to fail so catastrophically –”

“It did not fail,” King Toshinori says mildly. “A mighty kingdom was indeed brought to ruin. We had simply expected it to be ours.”

You had a similar thought. It eases your mind somewhat to hear it echoed by the old king, but you still don’t want to touch Nighteye. You’ve heard too many tales of those who touched him going mad from what they learned, collapsing under the weight of a fate they couldn’t imagine. Whatever your future is, you’d rather it remained a mystery. “Very wise,” Nighteye comments. He hands the timepiece to the old king instead, who does not flinch when their fingers brush. “Although perhaps unnecessary. Whatever purpose brought you to Castle Ultra, it seems you’ve uncovered it.”

You don’t know what he means by that, and you’re more than happy to leave him to his work. You’d like to leave the old king to whatever work occupies his days, but King Toshinori accompanies you from errand to errand, until your arms are full and you can’t carry any more. He looks you up and down, mild concern on his face. “May I assist you?”

“No, your Grace.” You’ve heard rumors of the old king’s fragile health, and seen blood trickling from the corner of his mouth on occasion. “Your Grace?”

“Yes, child?”

“Why – um – Sir Tomura –” You’re embarrassingly incoherent, sounding not at all like someone with a right to ask questions of the old king. “Why would you assist me with him? Everyone else –”

“Everyone else is young,” King Toshinori says softly. “I have no great age, but I was a grown man before King Izuku’s eldest councilors had left their cradles, and I remember well the terrible threat the Enemy posed. I faced him at the height of his powers, believing I would do anything to destroy him. But when the time came, there was one step I refused to take, one boundary I did not cross. Do you know what it was?”

“Dark magic.”

“Indeed,” the old king says. “I weighed the corruption of my own soul against the fate of my kingdom and decided in favor of myself. That is why One For All broke in my hands. It can be wielded only by one who is pure – not of heart, but of purpose, bent on a single goal.”

He smiles sadly. Even his gentlest smiles have the look of a death’s-head grin. “Your young Sir Tomura did what I dared not. Regardless of his reason, he bore the curse that should have befallen one of us. It is unpopular to say, perhaps, but I believe he deserves a warmer welcome than he has been given.”

You feel an unexpected surge of gratitude for the old king. Although you’re certain Sir Tomura will have little patience for it, there’s something reassuring in the knowledge that someone else sees what you see, approaches the matter of Sir Tomura in the same way as you do. You curtsy, as best you can with your arms full, and the old king nods. “Run along, child. I imagine you wish to complete your work before King Izuku’s council meeting concludes.”

Yes, you would. You would like for Sir Tomura to have a habitable space to return to, today. You curtsy again for the king and hurry off to the deserted wing of the palace once more.

When you arrive, the door stands open, and there’s someone inside. You asked her to be here, but you told her not to go in until you got there, on the off chance that Sir Tomura would be back already – and you should have known that Mei wouldn’t listen. She looks up at the sound of your footsteps. “Tell him to bring that breastplate down to the smithy. The damage can be repaired.”

“He doesn’t want it repaired,” you say.

“Then steal it when his back is turned and bring it yourself,” Mei says impatiently. “A knight needs a suit of armor, and an armorer. The name of the White Death’s favored smith will go down in history alongside his own, and my craftsmanship is equal to this task.”

She taps her knuckles against the ruined breastplate, then turns to you. “The fixtures in the bathing chamber are functional. The basin itself will need mending, but you can do that. What else is there?”

“The window,” you say. Mei nods brusquely. “Thank you.”

You set the items you collected down on the end of Sir Tomura’s unmade bed – something else to attend to before he returns – and help Mei replace the windowpane. She uses her magic to size the sheet of glass appropriately, while you use yours to seal the edges to the stone frame, tightly enough to keep out both chill and heat. “The White Death,” Mei muses. “Is he as terrible as the legends describe? They say he utters dark spells as easily as he breathes.”

“I’ve heard him say no spells,” you say. “But I have known him for only a day.”

Only a day. It feels but shorter and longer, somehow – the life you expected to lead yesterday morning has twisted beyond recognition, into a shape you never could have guessed. “He is said to be wrathful, too. I have not seen it.”

“You’ve yet to give him a reason, then,” Mei says. “A man isn’t given an epithet like the White Death unless he’s earned it.”

You suppose that’s true. You disbelieve none of the tales you’ve heard of the atrocities your Lord committed, and you think he’d be more likely to exaggerate them than to play them down if you were to ask. Yet at the same time there’s a hollowness to him, a sense that the rage and disdain are shallow, a sense that whatever animated him before is fading away with nothing to take its place. Sir Tomura is a monster, to be sure. Sir Tomura seems more lost to you than anyone you’ve ever met.

“Still,” Mei says, rapping her knuckles against the window and casting a charm to keep the glass forever clean, “when he’s looking to repair his armor, mention my name. He’ll find no one better.”

Mei wasn’t responsible for reforging One For All, but she crafted the wristguards and reinforced boots King Izuku wears into battle, all of them laced with strengthening spells and protective charms. Her magic is expressive, creative, resistant to her control or anyone else’s. Sir Tomura’s shattered breastplate is the sort of challenge she enjoys. You promise her you’ll direct him her way in the unlikely event that he changes his mind, and she leaves, leaving you to the remainder of your tasks.

Making the bed, hanging the canopy and curtains, clearing the last cobwebs out of the corners of the room, arranging the timepiece and the few decorations you’ve procured. You even saw the weavers about a tapestry, but they looked at you as though you were out of your mind. Sir Tomura has done only one great deed amidst a lifetime of horrors, they reminded you, and the tale of that deed has yet to be told. We cannot depict a story that no one knows.

Tapestries will wait. Today you must fix whatever was done to the basin in the bathing chamber. Mei said your magic was up to the task, but you’re not so sure. The cracks in the basin are narrow but numerous, and you start in an arbitrary spot, running your fingers over each edge and filling the space between them. You try to mend with white, with marble just like the rest of the basin’s, but what flows from the tips of your fingers is gold.

The sight of it startles you. You’ve mended with silver, copper, steel, cloth, stone, and wood before, but never gold. It’s a fluke, or so you think, until the next crack you trace mends golden, too. For a moment you’re transfixed by the sight of it. It’s pretty. Prettier than anything you’ve made has a right to be. Too pretty to stare at for long. You get back to work, wondering how long your magic will let you mend things this way. It’ll certainly go back to normal soon.

It lasts long enough to mend the entire basin, and long enough for you to turn your attention to some of the cosmetic flaws in the floor of the bathing chamber. You’re just putting the finishing touches on a long, spindling crack near the door when someone shouts your name. Shouts it once, and keeps shouting, until you get to your feet and hurry out into Sir Tomura’s chamber proper to investigate. “What is it?”

Itsuka, Lady Momo’s squire, stands in the doorway, out of breath and close to panic. “It’s the White Death,” she says, and your stomach clenches. “Sir Katsuki’s challenged him to a duel.”

[andydona-chan]

Katsuki knocked on the door, feeling nervous and trying not to give into the urge to just turn around and go back to... No, it was fien, he was fine, everything was, then, happiness would bloom in his chest, and a genuine smile would keep him grounded. He could do this.

His father opened the door, surprised at first but then smiled widely at him and stepped aside.

"Katsuki, it's been so long, what a nice surprise"

"Hey Dad, is the Hag here?" He said smiling as they made their way to the kitchen.

"Yes, I was about to call her down for a break in a minute. Is everything okay, son?"

"Uhm... yes, everything is fine, just... You know how you told me that I could come talk with you when I had... feelings for some girl...?"

"Oh... is that it?" His father asked, and Katsuki gave a slight nod, ignoring his gaze. "Let me call your mother, why don't you get us some tea started?" Katsuki noted again, looking straight to the floor with his lips pursed in an attempt to hide his blush and expression.

Massaru took only a couple of minutes to come back with his mother while he was looking at the fire on the stove with a soft smile on his face.

His mother went up and sat up next to him, and Katsuki smiled up at her, for once, neither was screaming at the other. However, Katsuki only took a deep breath and prepared to speak once his father sat up on the other side of the table.

"I never thought I would be having this conversation with you. At all. Ever!" He said with his usual tone only to smile and run a hand down his face. "This wasn't something... it was so unexpected, I... It happened so fast I may never recover..." their parents shared a look expectantly.

Katsuki looked at them and then pulled a few recently printed photographs from his pocket. Unable to contain his smile he placed them on the table.

"Her hair is a mess..." Katsuki felt his voice break and his eyes water, his parents took the photographs in their hands and gasped. "She has these pink cheeks that are so... and her eyes!"

"Such beautiful green eyes, Katsuki! No wonder you fell so hard already!" Said his mother slapping his shoulder. They spoke for a few more minutes, during which they drank a couple of cups of tea, Katsuki was being so direct and felt so happy, his parents had rarely seen him like that, by the end of the conversation the three of them had tears on their faces.

"She's beautiful, son. When can we meet her?" Asked his father, wiping his own tears away.

Katsuki laughed and wiped his eyes, patting the photographs on the table to signal they would remain there. "Visiting hours start in about an hour, so we can go now if you want. But I'm pretty sure they'll discharge them by the end of the day."

"Inko must be over the moon!"

"She was surprisingly alright. There was a moment when she and Izuku were crying so much I thought we would have a problem, but right before I left, she was taking care of everything already"

"Congratulations on becoming a father, son. Even if the conception was out of the ordinary, I'm so happy you're both happy."

"Life keeps giving me these f*king surprises, first Izuku, then this... I mean, I'm not complaining because it's bad, it's really good but..." Katsuki felt himself tear up again, and he looked at his mother. "How did I ever deserve this Mom?"

"You love winning, right Katsuki? This is a form of winning, too. We live in a world where everything is possible, but I think you, winning a family, more than triumph is a gift, you deserve happiness, son."

Massaru picked up their empty cups and then stood up. "I guess we need to anticipate the wedding plans, maybe use it for a naming ceremony too"

Katsuki groaned and buried his face in his hands again, but then laughed. Then the three of them stood up and made their way to Katsuki's car.

If anyone had told Katsuki that morning that during his and Izuku's patrol, the nerd was going to be hit with a pregnancy quirk that would create a baby from his current partner within the following 12 hours, he would have punched that person and laugh at the absurdity. But here he was, at the end of the day, suddenly in love with a little girl that was fruit if said quirk...

Life was ridiculous...

[serasarahhhh]

Author: Maxine Pairings: BakuDeku Rating: R Chapters: 14/? Notes: Accidental quirk shenanigans result in an unplanned pregnancy. Post-canon, no a/b/o dynamics. Summary: It's not that Katsuki didn't want kids. He figured he'd have them one day, probably. That he and Izuku would adopt or maybe figure something else out. This is NOT how it was supposed to go. ~~~~~ CHAPTER 14 “OI!” Katsuki barks at the rest of the room, even though most of its occupants are already staring at him with arched eyebrows. He swallows as everyone else turns their attention toward him, trying not to fidget in place or do anything that would make him fall. He’s not exactly at his usual level of coordination these days. “Real quick. Uh. I know I was kind of a last-minute addition to the staff roster and maybe some of you are wondering what the hell I’m doing here.” “Recovering from a thing!” Present Mic shouts, and then gives him a double thumbs up when Katsuki scowls. At his side, Vlad King starts snickering. “No – goddammit.” Katsuki huffs. “Look, I’ve been off field work for a few weeks and was getting sick of hanging around my agency not doing shit.” He tips his head in Tsuyu’s direction. “Froppy here was nice enough to suggest letting me double up with her and somehow we got Principal Nezu onboard. Probably just taking pity on me, but whatever. I’m gonna be even more of a pain for you people to deal with than I was in school because…” Katsuki cuts both hands in toward his stomach, more or less framing the bulging curve there. “I’m pregnant. Got hit with a Quirk. Shit happened. It’s Deku’s.” He puffs out a breath and jerks forward into a slight bow. “Thanks in advance for putting up with me, I guess.” “Young Bakugou, please get down,” All Might hisses out in an overly frantic tone, and this time Katsuki does as told. He even accepts the hand the older man holds out to assist him. “See, now that explains it,” a gruff voice says. Katsuki looks up to find Hound Dog stroking the bottom of his muzzle in a thoughtful sort of way. Most of the rest of the room seems completely unphased – likely a byproduct of having years under their belts as both pro heroes and teachers who’ve mentored hundreds of students with all manner of Quirks. They’ve all seen some shit, Katsuki realizes, and the bit of tension that had locked up his shoulders abruptly drains away. This probably isn’t even close to the weirdest thing any of them have dealt with. “Explains what?” Katsuki asks, somewhat warily. Hound Dog shrugs. “Your smell.” “…What?” “You smell pregnant. It was throwing me off.” “WHAT?!” “Maaaan, you’ve gotta share things like that!” Present Mic yells over at Houng Dog. “Spill the tea, share the juice, give me the gossip! How many times do I gotta tell you?!” “Way too early,” Aizawa grumbles again. He pulls open a drawer of a nearby desk and whips out a yellow sleeping bag that’s seen far better days. “Somebody wake me up when the opening ceremony starts.” “Shouta, did you know?” Present Mic demands, spinning toward him before Aizawa can fully disappear beneath the desk. “Shouta! HEY. Did you know??” “Oh man, I’m so glad I signed on this year,” Tokage utters in awe. She looks a little too gleeful, honestly. “This is great.” Tsuyu nods in agreement. “I wonder if it’s always this eventful.” “What the fuck does he mean, I smell pregnant,” Katsuki asks, scandalized. “Is that a fucking thing? Do I stink??” “It’s just his Quirk, Bakugou.” Tsuyu gives him a reassuring pat on the arm. “He probably picked up on the hormonal changes. Don’t worry about it. Want to go over the plans for our first classes?” Alright, well that’s gross and terrible to know. Continue reading at AO3. Through chapter 14 now posted!

[bibibbon]

In one of my rewrites, I'm thinking of making Touya and Himiko heroes. As for Himiko, I'm thinking of having her adopted by a hero. As for Touya, I have some ideas for him. But I'm thinking of making him Shoto's twin, but unfortunately for him, he was born with a problem with his Quirk, while Shoto was born perfect. I'm also thinking of having him develop a friendship with Izuku. What do you think of this idea?

If you're gonna have himiko be adopted by a hero, I would totally recommend having vlad King adopt her.

That way, you can explore different mha blood users and truly have someone who understands himiko and loves her as a paternal figure.

Vlads hero name is heavily inspired by dracula, and from what we see, he is very kind and gentle with both his students and animals alike.

We don't know much about vlad, but you can definitely show any discrimination he could have experienced due to his quirk, or you could show how he is a dog person and contrast or parallel that with himiko.

On another note, making touya and shoto twins is an interesting idea. I see that you're going for the classic yin yang twin trope, which is a classic. You have it with occur a lot in demon slayer and jujutusu kaisen.

Polar opposite twins would sure raise the stakes and heavily strain touya and shoto's relationship. It is heavily implied in Canon that touya was born prematurely and struggled a lot as a child in various factors due to either genetics or the way he was raised craving validation from enji and doing anything to get it.

Having Touya and Izuku develop a friendship between one another is an amazing idea. I say this because of the number of parallels that those two share!

The validation that they crave, them never being the chosen ones and always being the forgotten ones, them being the outcasts of their class, them looking up to enji and all might, them both having a quirk that harms their bodies but going to dangerous degrees to use it. One using the quirk to help people the other to destroy.

There's so many similarities they share! A friendship between the two would lead to various character development for them, such as having them question why they want to be heroes? Developing further nuanced views about the respective heroes they look up to and generally probably seeing each other in one another.

@mikeellee fic besties au explores the parallels and a friendship between izu and dabi!

[deusvervewrites]

Kith and Kin x White Court

So is this gonna be a power sharing situation or is Sakura letting Izuku be the next White King with her role being more the head of his guards/Counter-Intelligence forces? Maybe she is the future White Rook on the board?

I think they'd both be in the same role

[juchioris]

3 fanfic-ideas 📚

I don't have the time or motivation to write all of those. Maybe one at some point. If anyone feels inspired, you are free to use them.

BNHA fic: Toshinori and Inko get together while Izuku is in his early middle school era. Izuku has no idea that his mom's new boyfriend is his favourite hero and, like many kids when a parent dates some new person, he is a bit skeptical of him at first - but he comes around. Big surprise later, when he finds out that his father figure is All Might.

Star Wars fic: Anakin doesn't become a Jedi and stays on Naboo. He tries to get closer to Padme, but it is a big hindrance that she is the queen and he is just a commoner. To get his crush's attention Anakin competes in the next election for the monarch against her - with a program that is partly copied from Padme and partly right-wing populism - and gets actually on her bad side with that - and wins the election - and becomes king. Padme begrudgingly becomes his advisor, to ensure that he doesn't ruin Naboo.

Miraculous Ladybug Crossover Ship Crack fic: Instead of living in the world of Demon Slayer, Zenitsu Agatsuma exists in Ladybug's Paris. His first appearance in Marinette's life is in Ep. 1 when he overhears her ranting about wanting to marry Adrien in the park, he rushes over there and volunteers himself that she can marry him instead. Of course he gets rejected. Soon after that, Alya is on her quest to find out who the superheroes are and she suspects that Zenitsu is Chat Noir, because he looks similar enough, is never seen during Akuma attacks (because he is hiding well, he is very scared of them) and is known for sappily and tactlessly flirting with girls. While Alya tries to expose him, Marinette, who buys the theory, tags along and tries to protect his (nonexistent) secret. During this arc Zenitsu falls in love with Marinette and as she can't reject him hard enough out of fear he could get akumatized, she has to put up with his fawning from there on: inappropriate compliments, simping, begging, crying and him ecstatically screaming "MADEMOISELLE MARINETTE", because he thinks adding "Mademoiselle" is cute. But he also has better moments sometimes and grows on her. Long premise short: Marinette gets a suitor who makes her feel the high levels of cringe/exasperation/second-hand-embarassment she sometimes made me feel when I watched her show. They're sharing three braincells, but one of those is only for anxiety and another is only for yearning. The one who has currently the common sense/intelligence brain cell shakes his/her head at the other one who is struggling with one of the other two. I think that would be funny.

If you made it this far and want to read even more:

[gojooooo]

strength means fuck all against sukuna because he’s the strongest smartest most beautiful prince to ever walk this earth so maybe something else is needed to break this never ending cycle of special grade after special grade losing against him and yuuji is the one who possesses that something. be it the power of love or simply a shared soul in the past with no deeper meaning but there lays the potential to make sukuna reconsider his purpose. gojo can share his euphoria and make him feel less alone but he can’t exactly offer him something new. it’s kind of really fucking beautiful to me that the strongest sorcerers fail but a nobody who never gave up succeeds. (i mean it’s also because he’s yuuji. his starting point. his past. his other half. [izuku voice] it has to be you, brat…. but i digress!)

but also what fascinates me about sukuna vs yuta is that he gets to see how the queen of curses lives with him in a similar way he, the king of curses, lived with yuuji. except they coexisted in the opposite way yuta and rika do, because all they did was try to detach themselves from one another, fight for the upper hand, to take control of the body and ultimately parted in the most bitter way possible. meanwhile yuta started out the same, didn’t understand how to deal or communicate with her but ended up slowly adapting, understanding, accepting, welcoming, loving her until they lived in harmony. same cursed fate, opposite ways of navigating their relationship. so if you piece this mess of a rant all together what i’m trying to say i think is that if sukuna eventually considers company, getting to truly know others beyond thinking of them as random people, actually experiencing a life preferable to the loneliness and emptiness than come with his current existence then maybe he can reunite with yuuji and cooperate this time, seeing rika and understanding that coexisting can mean that there’s no backseat but they can evenly share this life. look i know sukuna is fun and authentic and i love how he stays true to himself through and through but i’m just wondering where do we go from here. idk idk if gege doesn’t contradict himself then sukuna will win again so sukuita couple therapy sounds less monotonous at the very least :’) give me you make me consider tenderness for the first time ever!!! give me it’s always been you!!!!

and if the other only way out is to die together then they can curse each other a little at the very end… as a treat. god just imagine yuuji saying it to sukuna and him smiling fondly, surprise taking over when he sees tears rolling down his own cheeks… the fact that anyone who isn’t friends with yuuji kind of groups them together like people automatically saw gojo being in cahoots with geto even when he wasn’t… you cannot have one without the other and. yeah. this is the post. i don’t know what possessed me at the end. enjoy. cry with me