#lord of heroes fanfic

[issacballsac]

Al Rashad who values science above all and devotes his life towards it. Rashad who is learning to branch out into more leisure activities. Rashad who doesn’t know when to stop rambling about his latest theory. Rashad who has allowed you to prepare experiments alongside him. Rashad who beams knowing you share a similar thirst for discovery. Rashad who has difficulty communicating with others at times and appreciates not being pried at all the time. The curious Third Archmage Al Rashad.

[luvscrazy]

A Birthday to Remember: Rekindling Love for Katsumi's Sake ♡

{One shot} Bakugo Katsuki X Female Reader

Summary: You guys share a now four-year-old daughter named Katsumi. You and Katsuki have been divorced for two years, and you usually see each other when it involves your daughter. You guys usually fight often, and that's what also led you guys to divorce. Now, today is your daughter's fourth birthday party. Would this be any different from all the other events?

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Today was Katsumi's fourth birthday. I dressed her in a pretty, sparkly pink princess dress. I tied her spikey blonde hair into two cute pigtails, with two sparkly pink bows keeping them in place. Katsumi had the same appearance as Katsuki, but her attitude was just like mine. I woke up early and set everything up for her. Her birthday theme was Candy-land. God, that girl loves sugar. 

I rented a private park for her birthday party. So she could play with her friends and enjoy herself. She was too young for an arcade, but next year i’ll take her. I had set up all the balloons. They were shaped into candies, and the letter balloons spelled her name. I had set three long tables together and put a pink, blue, and purple cloth on all three tables on top to add a covering. Soon the tables were filled with sweets and delicious food. I had made goodie bags the night before stuffing them with candy, slime,bracelets, and anything a little kid would love I set all the goodie bags on display for her friends to come to enjoy. 

Soon all the friends Katsumi had invited and their parents had came to. They had placed gifts in the gift piles, and Katsumi ran with the other kids to play around. Katsuki still hasn’t showed up and it’s been 20 minutes since the party started. I was talking to Kirishima, Mina, and Denki, as we sat down at the food table watching our kids from afar. 

“Is Bakugo coming?”, Kirishima asked. 

I perked up at his words,’ I hope so. Katsumi will be very upset if he doesn’t, but yet again he’s always late to important days like this”, I said in an annoyed tone. 

Mina chimmed in and rubbed my arm, “He’s the number one hero now… so I don’t think he misses or comes late on purpose”. 

“Yeah I get that, but he's a father now. He can’t do this at every event..”, I looked at all of them and my anger brushed off slightly. 

All three of them could feel the tension in the air, and decided to drop the topic of Katsuki for now. As I was just starting to calm down, there was a car that pulled up. And speaking of the devil it’s none other than Katsuki himself. He steps out wearing his finest attire and coming towards us. I looked at them and then at the others and sighed. I walk over to Katsumi, who’s playing with her friends. 

“Katsumi Honey! Daddy is here!”, I yell for katsumi. 

I had the fact that I was angry at him for her and gave her a smile. She looks back at me and gets off the swings and starts running to Katsuki who is now with Kirishima and the other’s. Katsuki hears her little feet running towards him and he smiles. When she reaches him, he bends down and picks her up. 

“Happy birthday homey, sorry i’m late, did you save me some of momma’s yummy cupcakes she made?”, Katsuki smiles at Katsumi. 

Katsumi nods and cuddles into his arms, “Of course Daddy!”. 

I stare at them as I make my way back over. Katsuki is lucky she's young, or else she would retaliate against him. Katsuki and Katsumi make their way over to the table, and they both start devouring cupcakes. They’re both messy eaters, and I can't help but giggle. Kirishima, Mina, and Denki start looking at me and smirking. 

Katsuki lets Katsumi go play, as he walks over to us. He can tell something is in the air as he looks at me. 

“What's wrong?”, Katsuki asks. 

“Katsuki, you show up late or miss every single important event of her life!. Thats whats wrong”, I give him a glare crossing my arms at him. 

Katsuki’s face relaxes and he lets out a deep breath, “Relax, I’m sorry, i had to take out some villains at the last minute. I can’t just walk away from that. I could loose my title.” 

I balled my hands into fist and my face started to twitch. 

“You care more about some dumb hero title more than your daughter!? Is that it Katsuki huh!?”, I yelled. 

Katsuki’s face changes and he gives me a stern look and crosses his arms.

“No! I love our daughter, you’re always trying to paint me as a bad person. I am an amazing father, but I am also the number one hero. Something you would never understand YN. You are like a leech. I do everything for our daughter and give everything to you for her!, and all you do is nag me!”, Katsuki yells back and gets closer to me. 

Katsumi and everyone start looking. She starts to run over to us. Mine and his body language change when she comes over. The party guests fell silent when Katsumi came over and tugged on her father's pants.

“Daddy, stop yelling at momma…”, Katsumi said quietly, her eyes filling with tears. 

Katsuki. Your heart sank at your daughter's words. Katsuki took a deep breath and calmed down for their daughter. 

“I’m sorry baby, I got upset and shouldn’t have yelled, can you forgive Daddy?” Katsuki gave her a reassuring smile and picked her up while running his hands through her spiky blonde hair.

Katsumi gave him a warm smile back and hugged his neck tightly, “Of course, I can… just stop being mad at momma.” 

He rubbed her back softly, “I won’t be honey. Come on, let’s go have some ice cream.” 

Katsumi’s smile beamed and she nodded her head quickly. Katsuki set her down and she ran over to the table near the ice cream station. 

Katsuki looked over at you and sighed, “Look, lets just pretend none of this happened and get along, for her birthday.” 

I nodded and respected what he said. It was our daughter’s birthday, we shouldn’t ruin it for her. The guests finally started to talk amongst themselves again. Mina was cheering me up, and calm down from the former argument. As the party resumed, they spent the next while helping their daughter open her presents. Katsuki gave her a little kiss on the cheek as she blew out her birthday candles and got the first slice of cake. 

After a while he would get approached by multiple moms who would introduce themselves. A few were bluntly flirting with him, and he would laugh and flirt back. His cocky self loved the praise the women would give him, especially for being the number one hero. 

I glared over to him and the moms surrounding them. Flirting at my daughter’s birthday party, with my ex-husband? I was not gonna have that. I walked over to the group, and they all went silent including Katsuki. The annoyed expression on my face filled up the tension around the mom and they slowly one by one walked away. Katsuki was looking a bit annoyed himself. 

“What is your deal today?”, He pulled her arm and led her away from the party.

“Nothing, I just don’t wanna see flirting or anything like that at OUR daughter’s birthday party”, I crossed my arms. 

“Oh please, you only interfered because you got jealous” " he scoffed.

“I am not jealous”, She looked away from him. 

“You are and you can’t even look me in the face and say it. Y’know one day we’re gonna have to actually talk instead of arguing, and talk about our relationship or we will keep fighting and eventually ruin both our relationship with our daughter. Do you want that?”, His voice was stern and expression was serious. 

“No, I don’t”, I sighed and crossed my arms. 

“Good. Look I hate being late and missing stuff, but I'm doing this for you and our daughter. Hell if I'm going to be honest you're the reason why i'm number one. I still love you, even though our marriage was rocky, I only wanted to better myself after our divorce. And i did it for you. You know that to. You know i still love you, and yet you're to stubborn to cave in and let your guard down and say “Katsuki, im still in love wit you”, because i know you still are..”, He paused, and his gaze was soft. 

“It’s never been about the attraction or the sex, i’ve always, always loved you. So much. So why can’t you finally admit you love me still huh?”, He sounded frustrated but his voice held a hint of sadness. 

“Because.. I don’t want a fucked up marriage again. I don’t wanna fight every day like we used to..”, My voice was vulnerable. 

“Everyone fights. We fight because we’re both stubborn. I know i can be stupid sometimes, and i’ve made mistakes, and i will keep making mistakes because that's what people do. But that doesn’t change what i feel for you. Whenever you make a mistake or get upset, and we fight, that never stopped me from loving you.”, Katsuki cups my face and rubs his thumb across it. 

“You know deep down, that you feel the same way. You want me to hold you, kiss you, and comfort you, and love you. But your to stubborn to admit it. I’m stubborn just as much but i can admit that i love you.”, Katuski looks lovingly into my eyes. 

“I do love you. I thought a divorce was best because we just kept fighting and it was becoming so much and i didn’t want our daughter to go through that…”, I look up at him. 

“I know, i know. We were just stressed and made a dumb mistake. But we both love each other and our daughter. We’re in this together so we have to make this work no matter what. Now stop being stubborn and let’s take things slow and get back together”, Katsuki tucks a loose hair behind my ear. 

“Okay, let’s give it a go. No more hurting each other. Lets communicate, and work this time”, I smile softly at him. 

“Okay. I love you…”, Katsuki says, as he leans in and gives me a sweet passionate slow kiss. 

I can feel his love through the slow kiss. The kiss i’ve been yearning for since he left. The distant feeling felt familiar once again. His touch burned into my memory. I love him, and he loves me. He breaks the kiss, and looks down at me. The softest look he’s given me in a while. 

I break the silence, and look up at him. “I love you to, Katsuki".

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Note: Let me know if i should make a this a series!

[sophrosynesworld]

Vogue

Prohero! Dynamight x Supermodel! Reader

Not really edited. No plot, just fluff.

“We’re just waiting for the car. It should be here any minute,” you hum into the phone, leaning casually against the kitchen island. The elegant outfit you’re wearing—a thoughtful gift from your in-laws—hugs your figure perfectly. The Bakugo's were ecstatic when Katsuki told them their daughter-in-law would be gracing the cover of Vogue.

The sound of heavy footsteps thundering down the stairs echoes through the house, followed by your husband’s voice calling out to you. You straighten up, pressing a finger to your lips to signal for him to keep quiet. His eyes narrow in annoyance as you turn your back on him, trying to refocus on your conversation with Momo.

“I’ll talk to his parents and see how they feel about that,” you say, struggling to concentrate as strong arms wrap around your waist, pulling you closer. Soft, peppery kisses trail along your neck, you squirm, attempting to pull away, but your husband’s grip tightens.

“The car’s here! Gotta go, bye!” you squeak, hurriedly ending the call as his lips continue their relentless assault on your senses.

You twist in his embrace, playfully pushing him away. “You're worse than a puppy.” you tease, crinkling your nose.

He smirks, pulling you closer to him again. “I'm no puppy.” His eyes sparkle with mischief as he tilts his head. “Have you seen my bite?”

“It's not worse than your bark.” you counter, looping your arms around his neck. “What’s so important that you had to interrupt my call?”

He lets out a dramatic sigh. “I'm not sure we should go out tonight." A confused look crosses your face while his fingers trace light patterns on your back. “You look way to good baby. Seriously, I think it's safer this way.”

You laugh softly, leaning your forehead against his. “You say that every time we go out. Do you want me to change?”

“Fuck no.” he mumbles before kissing you, his expression turning serious as he brushes a strand of hair behind your ear. “Are you okay? You seemed stressed on the phone.”

You take a deep breath, appreciating his concern. “I’m fine, just a lot on my mind with the shoot and all these meetings. Momo’s trying to help me but it's just alot."

His arms tighten around you. “Can I do anything to help?"

“No,” you smile softly, shaking your head. “I just want to go out and have some fun."

His expression shifts, disbelief crossing his face, as if he can’t believe you’d underestimate him like that. If you asked for the moon, he’d find a way to pull it from the sky for you.

“Fun?” he scoffs. “Tonight’s going to be the best night of your life, idiot.”

“I know,” you say softly, leaning in to kiss him again. “Thank you.”

Author's Note: I haven’t felt much inspiration to write lately, and I’m not really in love with what I’ve produced. But I don’t hate this. I like to imagine this moment takes place while you're getting ready for a nice dinner date or perhaps even a runway show that his parents are hosting.

[you-pretty-cute]

help finding fic

I need help finding this fic that read once. It was a bakugo x reader and main character had a job where they would receive anonymous calls from hero’s and they told the reader there life problems. The reader has like a call with Bakugo and he is very mean to her and makes her cry. But he keeps calling back and asking for her and want to talk to her outside of work. The reader also has like very bad luck and like always is getting hurt. Her and Bakugo keep talking and he wants to meet her but she is like no I want to keep my job. Like I am not good at explaining things but I need to know what happened like did she find out it was bakugou??? Lmk if you know what I am talking about

[crookshallowao3]

“I don’t want you to go,” Katsuki mumbles.

A little bit of the tension floods from Izuku’s shoulders. He can breathe a little better.

“Okay, good. Look, I don’t know how you’re feeling. Can we talk about it?”

Katsuki balls his hands into fists, and his answer is practically a growl, “I Don’t Kno-“

“-Annd that’s a no. Got it,” Izuku says brushing past Katsuki in the doorway to pass into the living room. “Or at least a not yet. Ignore each other on opposite sides of the couch for a while and see how it goes?”

Katsuki’s answer is an undecided grumble, but Izuku can hear him shuffling along to follow behind him.

They settle into the couch. Sitting on very opposite ends. Izuku can feel every inch of space between them. He tucks his knees to his chest and turns his back into the corner of the couch, so he is facing Katsuki, trails his eyes down to his phone and keeps them there so Katsuki doesn’t feel pressured.

After a few minutes Katsuki lets out an irritated rumble. Throws himself off the couch to head for the kitchen. He returns with his own phone in hand.

The silence feels like it goes on forever. It’s hard for Izuku. He wants to talk and touch and plan and fix. He wants to throw himself headlong at the problem and offer out his hand to help Katsuki up from where he’s fallen.

Sometimes that isn’t what Katsuki needs.

Izuku hates the way it feels stagnant between them. He hates not knowing what is going to happen. Hates letting it sit.

Sometimes Katsuki needs the space.

Ten minutes pass.

Thirty.

Nearly an hour later Katsuki speaks up again.

“I’m sorry.”

“Two in one day, huh? You’re really going for broke.”

[lily-claw]

I found my old bnha drawings and those are probably from nearly 4 or 5 years ago and there is a fucking Bakugo Katsuki drawing that thinking about if holding mini Izuku's hand in that river scene is ok or not and Im not okay.

Oh my fucking god.

My English wasnt good at that time so I wrote "grab" instead of "hold" and I can see some eng mistakes and that old toga sketch... Oh my god.

[theangelsheardyou]

Bakugou headcanons bc if I don't have an mha audience on this godforsaken app then I will forge one out of my own blood and sweat

He likes lizards. Something about him just makes me think he was a lizard kid

Like he def would catch them and just watch them do their little lizard things as a kid

He probably owns one or two as an adult

I saw someone say this before but he was the type of kid to collect cool looking sticks and keep em in his bag, then forget about them until his mom finds them and yells at him

"KATSUKI WHATS WITH ALL THIS GARBAGE IN YOUR BACKPACK I TOLD YOU TO CLEAN THIS UP" *waving arms angrily* "I TOLD YOU NOT TO TOUCH MY COOL STICKS!!!!"

Trans bakugou truthers I have one saved especially for u🫶

When he was a kid and was just starting to bind he wanted to feel like Mulan so he used bandages (very bad idea) and went to school like that (also a bad idea) and went to PE in that (an even worse idea)

He ended up passing out since he couldn't breathe and his teacher thought he was faking to get out of work, but ended up having to call an Ambulance

He has the energy of a kid with ADHD but who just forced himself to learn how to function properly

Like maybe as a kid he had trouble with it but it was his own decision to work hard to get better and now he is

That doesn't mean he doesn't have any other symptoms tho

He has a habit of letting his mind wander. If he's ever quiet with a calm expression and staring at nothing in particular, you know it's just The Voices putting his brain on autopilot for a while and not to bother him

I headcanon he would have 2 cats in high school, a beautiful black one he adores named Empress and a scrawny stupid looking calico named Spoingus who he found in a dumpster and just followed him home

OH ALSO ALSO

remember that black haired kid he was friends with back in middle school all the way from episode 1? (If u need a refresher just search "bakugou middle school friends")

Yea. They're exes btw. So.

They broke up mostly since black haired smoking dude (idk his name) was emotionally immature and distant, he wasn't able to be there for Katsuki the way he needed him to be.

This also ties in with my other headcanon that Katsuki is the more dependent one in the relationship, the more emotional

He definitely has a lot going on emotionally on his own, so he would want someone who can share that burden with.

You'll know he loves you when he's able to be vulnerable around you, otherwise you're just another friend or extra

He's bisexual, idc I'm calling it

I know the manga ended idgaf

He likes men who are emotionally stable, kind, and friendly, and he likes his women the exact opposite

Hc he has a thing for dominant women

Bro wants to be stepped on so badddddd😫😫😫

[sugawara--san]

who is the mvp of your ship and why is it neither of the people actually in the relationship but their mutual bff who knows everything on both sides and is the one who must push everything along because they're tired

[kitsunesakii]

Two is Better than one

I went wild with this one :D

Printer issues, Lunch Date, Flower Shop, The Stranger pt.1, pt.2, pt.3, pt.4, Spider in the Dark, ur here, next part?

Sasha entered her apartment with the quiet click of the front door. She tossed her backpack onto the chair in the kitchen and started a cup of tea. A clatter from the adjacent room caught her attention. She frowned slightly before peeking her head into the other room.

It took her a moment to process the scene before her eyes.

Micheal was sitting on her living room floor, long fingers carefully curling through the fur of a content cat purring below him. She noted a secondary feline to the left, pawing at a strand of long spindly blonde hair. He glanced at her lazily, tipping his head to the side and humming.

There was only one thing wrong with this picture. Sasha didn't own pets.

"Micheal-what?"

His smile widened. "Hello my dear."

She gestured to the cat now rolling onto its back as Micheal petted its belly. "Where did these come from?"

He looked over at the one still playing with his hair. "They followed someone into my corridors. They followed me here."

Right. Sasha shook her head and sat down, the one on its back stretched out before moving towards her curiously, it had orange hair like a tabby. She pet it and it purred in response.

"Micheal."

"Sasha."

"I don't have the stuff for these guys. I barely have the room, you don't really expect me too-" Her words were cut short as she watched the grey one tangled in Micheal's hair sound out a small mewl as Micheal tenderly picked it up in its hands with too much bone and fingers that stretched too far across. The cat didn't seem to mind.

Micheal hummed as he watched the cat in his arms twist and curl, purring contently as if Micheal wasn't a terrifying monster. Sasha dared to smile.

"I believe, if I remember correctly, these creatures need food, water." He chimed lightly. Sasha rolled her eyes.

"Fine. There's a store down the way from here. They have pet supplies." Sasha sighed as she stood to her feet. "And they are cats, Micheal."

He didn't so much as stand to his feet, rather a blur of motion and colors that stretched out and scattered like sand before he was standing in front of her. "Cats. Yes."

She grabbed her bag and walked towards the door, stopping when she realized Micheal was following her.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm coming with you of course." He giggled, "silly question."

"Right." Sasha smiled, "This won't end badly at all."

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The actual trip wasn't horrible.

Besides the fact that every single dog started barking at Micheal which earned them a few curious glances from the staff, they made it out with a sack of cat food, cat litter, and a box. Even more than she had expected, Micheal paid. Handing the cash to the women as Sasha looked at him with such a confused expression she partially believed he did it just to see her reaction. Laughing as they left the store with the supplies. She simply shook her head.

"I think- he had one."

Sasha looked over at him, he looked, well, human. The way his coat sat on his shoulders and down past his boots, his hands wrapped around a bag of cat food. His eyes trained on nothing before looking over at her with a sharp smile.

Sasha frowned. "Who?"

"Micheal. Before-" His words echoed and trailed off.

Sasha understood. "I'm sorry." The words felt stupid in her mouth.

"Do not be, its-" he paused. "It's a nice memory, I am not sorry to have it, amongst the fractals of everything and nothing and the not-in between, it is nice."

Sasha thought about her question a moment before asking. "What's it like?"

"What?"

"The...what you said about the fractals and the nothingness, delusion...what's it like?"

"It Is Not What It Is and it is a part of me" he said it like a broken tune from some forgotten nursery rhyme. "It is madness- throaty, hollow, the depths of doubt- madness that stirs in the mind. It is not a physicality, but, within it, there is a certain…” He paused. “Ah! Beauty. Like a fine piece of decoration in a mundane hallway." Micheal laughed long and hard as they approached her building.

"You say it's beautiful?"

He giggled and shook his head. "You tell me, my dear, what with your It Knows You, all that knowledge will never satisfy, never relief, you see all and yet-" They entered her house to the two cats scratching up her couch and seemingly content with life. “Madness floods the senses and dilutes the mind, leaving it clear. It changes perception, blinds reality. It's a song sung with all the wrong notes and the wrong tune but it is beautiful nonetheless.” He sat the bag on the kitchen table and she prepared two bowls.

“A broken melody is still broken.”

“Ah, but only you would know if it's broken.”

Sasha paused and stared at him. He was crouched down, pouring the food into the bowl she had provided. It got everywhere and he giggled. Letting out a hummed “oops.” Before moving a long finger to scatter the dropped food even further. His hair cascaded around his shoulders and swept across the floor, the grey cat already taking interest in his dubbed playtoy.

She understood what he meant. And maybe there was a relieving beauty to it. Someone’s only lost if they themselves don’t know how to get to their destination. But if someone is simply wandering, well. There could be a comfort to that. Ignorance is bliss after all. A buzz of muddled headspace that someone looks for within drugs or alcohol. A weight lifted from the mind as it's consumed by something that isn’t tangible.

“Do you understand?” He looked back at her, the pieces of food that had missed the bowl now nowhere to be seen. The two cats had taken an interest in the food and water and were quick to indulge themselves. She looked into Micheal’s eyes, the swirling spirals that seemed to impossibly dilate as he looked at her. He seemed softer, somehow. All folded up and crouched on her floor seemingly as protection to the felines happily eating away. His sweater changed and morphed in color and she half wondered where his coat went. His scarf was wound around his neck and seemed to move like a snake, continually curling over his shoulders. Twisting and bending and pulling in every direction. He was an enigma to look at. Madness. An ever shifting idea that barely took shape before it was changing again. Beautiful. She decided.

He was beautiful.

She almost forgot he was waiting for a response. “I understand.” The words didn’t feel nearly enough. Some part of her reminded herself that she was supposed to be scared of this thing that had casually dropped two cats at her feet like it was nothing. This thing that bought the supplies with money she wasn’t sure he was even supposed to have. This thing that had given her a distorted flower that she still had in the living room. This thing that followed her around with a curiosity she couldn’t explain. This thing that had kissed her cheek instead of killing her when she had been in its corridors. She ignored that voice and instead moved to fix the litter box in the washroom.

Not even an hour later she was curled up on the couch petting the tabby as Micheal played with the gray one on the floor not even a foot away.

“What are their names?” She asked him, breaking the silence that seemed to muffle Micheal’s laughter as he let the cat swipe at his long fingers, pulling them away just in time.

“Names are redundant.”

She rolled her eyes. “I think I’ll call this one Pumpkin.”

He didn’t look away from the cat, letting it catch his fingers and pull them down to bite playfully. Micheal hardly seemed bothered. “Daisies.”

“The cat? That’s a pretty name.”

“No-” He giggled. “I remembered. I was picking them up.” He drew his hand away and pointed at the mess of lines and colors that had once been a flower, sitting in a jar on the coffee table.

Sasha smiled back. “Daisy it is. Pumpkin and Daisy.”

[theromanticscrooge]

It's done! The entirety of "Not Quite an Elevator Pitch" is up on A03.

Synopsis:

Professor Venomous is back in Lakewood Plaza Turbo and ready to get back to more 'mundane' villainy. It should have been as easy as return to Earth, move back into Boxmore, and start scheming again. Instead, he's still trying to figure out what he wants to do next as well as trying to find himself. Then he gets stuck in an elevator with the last person he expected but it's the reality check he absolutely needed.

I set the rating as Teen and up for slightly suggestive scenes and one scene involving body horror.

[issacballsac]

None quite top the workaholic troupe better than Archmage Lucilicca herself. Though, on her rare days of relaxation she finds herself attempting to cater to you. And with many protests she’ll back off. With only a simple glass of fruit wine and you in her reach maybe she could actually slow down for a day.

[luvscrazy]

The Rehearsal Dinner ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ (Part 2)

Bakugo Katsuki x Fem reader

Summary: Y/N L/N recently got dumped by her long-term ex-boyfriend. Her best friend is having her wedding and she gets an invite to her rehearsal dinner. Unbeknownst to her, she’s assigned the “plus one” role for the evening by the bride. Her friend chooses her ex’s best friend. Y/N and her ex’s best friend Katsuki Bakugo have met before. For the sake of her friend's wedding, she and him pretend they don’t know each other or each other's pasts. Over the course of the dinner, and the soon-to-be wedding they will build a bond and navigate through awkward and intense times. Causing lots of tension, witty banter, and unspoken words between the two. 

Word Count: 987

Parts: Part1

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Today is the rehearsal dinner. It’s Saturday, 5:00 p.m., and the dinner starts at 6. Ochako ordered me this red satin dress. It features a figure-hugging silhouette that gracefully flows over my body, with a plunging neckline and delicate thin straps that bring a seductive allure. The smooth, lustrous fabric glistens with every movement, while the daring low back and mid-thigh hemline add to the dress. 

Damn, I look sexy. I put my silver/gold earrings in, and grab my black purse. I'm wearing black heels, to match my black purse. The Uber is waiting outside my apartment. I went to meet with the driver. It’s a middle-aged woman who's driving me. I enter the car and smell the coffee in the cup holder. 

While driving the woman tells me about her daughters. Her oldest daughter is in college, and is working to be a writer also. Ironically that's who I was also. The woman had her kids young also, and fell in love with her kids father but they didn’t last. I know how it feels to have someone you love leave them. 

While on the topic of her losing her ex husband, i bring up my ex boyfriend. She listens to me, and gives me some advice. She tells me how upset she was when her husband at the time left, but unexpectedly, she met a better man who loved her and her kids. They’ve been together for years now. 

“Honey, don’t be sad over that man anymore. Love never comes when you're searching, but unexpected. And when you get it, the feeling you feel is something you’ve never felt before”, The woman tells me. Her voice is gentle. 

I take her advice. I can’t keep looking back on the past or try and force myself into looking for someone. I need it to happen naturally. 

About 30 minutes pass. I thanked the lady as we arrived, and I gave her a 15 dollar tip. She thanks me and gives me a prayer before she drives off. I’m walking towards the rehearsal dinner.

I looked around and the rehearsal dinner was set in a breathtaking garden, with twinkling fairy lights draped over the trees and elegant floral arrangements in soft blush and ivory hues. The atmosphere felt romantic and dreamy. Guests mingled under the warm glow of chandeliers, savoring gourmet bites as soft music played in the background, making the evening feel both intimate and enchanting.

I scan around for Ochako, and once I see her I walk over towards her. She and Izuku are greeting the guests. 

“Hey guys”, I waved to Ochako and Izuku. 

“Y/N! You made it!”, Ochako jumps and pulls me into a hug. 

“Yeah, of course I wouldn’t miss it”, I hugged her back. 

“Good. So we’ve got around 100 or so people, and I want you to make a speech for me. You know, like talk about us in highschool, etc.”, She looks at me with excitement. 

“You could’ve told me that earlier..”, I say. 

“I know but I know you would’ve tried to get out of it. But you don’t need to be perfect at the rehearsal dinner, just the actual wedding dinner”, She smiles. 

“Yeah..okay…”, I sigh. 

More guests flow in, and i see people from UA. On ochako’s side i see Momo, Jirou, Mina, and Tsu. We were all a huge friend group, and they became hero’s and i didn’t go that route even though i wanted to. I feel so plain being a writer, like i wasted my hero potential. But whats really the point of risking my life for not even a good pay check or being in the top 20. 

Nonetheless, I made small talk with the other girls. We talk and look back on memories, and they tell me about what it is to be a hero. They’re always pretty busy. I look over at Izuku’s side. Todoroki, Sero, Ilda, and Denki are here. Everyone talks amongst themselves. 

I walk away from the girls to just look around and think to myself. I go to get myself a drink. A figure comes beside me to also get a drink. I glance over at them. It’s Bakugo. His spikey ash-blonde hair is tamed for once. And his suit is black and red. He looks nice. 

Ochako runs up behind the both of us, “Hey. looks like you finally met your date!”. 

I choke on the sparkling water, “What fake date? What are you talking about??”. 

“Oh yeah i forgot to tell you, but i know your sad about your ex and all that so i got you a date! So you didn’t feel left out”, She smiles. 

“Yeah yeah..thanks..”, I say calmly. A twitch in my smile. 

“You guys look good together, so you know how to talk and stuff!”, Ochako claps and scurries away. 

“Look, I don't wanna be your date and you don’t wanna be mine. Lets just fake this for them and their wedding”, I say annoyed. 

“I Agree. I only agreed to do this because I'm Izuku's best man, and he told me to do it for his fiance's sake”, He takes a sip of his drink. 

“Okay, well while were doing this, i want nothing to do with Kirishima. I know you guys are good friends but we’re done, so no talking about him. If he does come around i don’t wanna be around him”, I cross my arms. 

“Yeah okay. I’ve got better things to do rather than talk about my friend to his annoying ex girlfriend”, He rolls his eyes. 

“You're such an ass. This is why you are the number 2 hero!”, I yell. 

“Mhm, number 2 is better than becoming a low-life writer”, He bites back. 

“Ugh! Just stay away from me”, I start to walk off. 

“I gladly will”, He responds back, going off in a different direction. 

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[imissnanami]

Hello! New fanfic writer here and I'll be posting from the following fandoms!!

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Lord of the Rings & the Hobbit

Harry Potter & marauders era

Stardew Valley

Boku no Hero (pro heroes)

Haikyuu (post timeskip)

One Peice

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[sophrosynesworld]

The Night Shift

The Night Shift is a tale about friendship, love, and the journey of self-discovery. While it offers moments of humor and sugar sweet love, it delves into deeper themes, exploring the complexities of morality and the human experience.

Pro!Hero Dynamight x Doctor! Reader

TW: Slight mentions of blood and wounds, nothing graphic.

Katsuki Bakugo was never the type to fall in love. He had ambitions far bigger than settling down or starting a family. From a young age, he knew he was destined for greatness—nothing less than becoming the number one hero. Every party skipped, every night spent training while others rested—it was all for that singular goal.

Love? That was a distraction he couldn’t afford. Or at least, that’s what he thought. So, why have you taken over every corner of his mind?

The first time he saw you, he was barely conscious, his body screaming in pain after a brutal battle that had left him battered and bleeding. As soon as they unloaded him from the ambulance, there you were, waiting at the entrance of the emergency room. Bakugo could feel the weight of his injuries pulling him under, but he fought it, every muscle tense as he struggled to keep his eyes open—for just a moment longer.

You leaned over him as the medics rushed him in, your voice steady but soft. You rattled off medical terms he couldn’t make sense of, words that blurred together in the haze of pain. But he didn’t need to understand them—the look on your face said it all.

Bakugo didn't care about himself in that moment. He was too busy trying to memorize the way your hair framed your face, the way your eyes flicked down to meet his, offering him a brief, reassuring glances. Everything hurt, his body was a mess, but he kept forcing his eyes open—just to catch another glimpse of you.

The room was a blur of chaos—nurses and doctors rushing around, the smell of antiseptic mingling with the metallic tang of blood. He could feel every pulse of pain in his body, but you... you led your team into battle. A calm figure in the middle of it all, your white coat splattered with red, eyes sharp and focused.

Today, he walks through Central Hospital, a deep cut stretching across his abdomen, hidden beneath his leather jacket, the pain gnawing at him with every step. Despite the agony, he refuses to see anyone else. He needs you. Only you.

No one questions him. Heroes walking through hospital halls isn’t unusual, especially with the kind of battles they face daily. The hero ignores every nurse who tries to greet him, their words fading into background noise. Bakugo's eyes dart around, scanning the sterile white walls and bustling medical staff.

Finally, he spots you just as you pull back the curtain of a patient’s room. You step out, looking weary, your hair slightly disheveled from what must have been a grueling shift. Bakugo stalks toward you, his face a hard mask of determination. When you turn to head to the front desk, he clears his throat loudly to stop you in your tracks.

You blink in surprise, seeing the imposing figure standing there. “Dynamight?” you question, pushing a few strands of hair out of your face, trying to mask your exhaustion behind a professional demeanor. The weight of the night shift is evident in your voice.

He grimaces slightly, glancing around as if asking for help is somehow beneath him, but he can’t hide the urgency in his tone. “I need your help, doc.”

Your eyes narrow as you study him, sensing something is off. “You’re hurt, aren’t you?” you ask, more a statement than a question.

Bakugo doesn’t answer, but the way his jaw clenches tells you enough. You grab his arm, ignoring his attempt to pull away. Without hesitation, you motion him into an empty room nearby, your tiredness momentarily forgotten as your instincts take over.

“I swear, you heroes are all the same,” you mutter, carefully helping the hero peel off his shirt to reveal the deep gash running down his side. The wound looks worse than you expected—raw and jagged, as if it hasn’t been treated since he received it. You frown, surprise evident as you examine it closely.

“How long ago did this happen?” you ask, your voice sharper than intended. “Why didn’t the medics treat this on site?”

“I don’t need some dimwit touching up on me,” Bakugo grumbles, his jaw tight as he looks away, stubborn as ever.

You raise a brow, a teasing smile playing on your lips. “So, you wanted me touching you instead?”

His reaction is immediate. His cheeks flush red, and for a moment, the usual cocky, arrogant hero seems flustered. Bakugo avoids your gaze, clearly rattled by your words.

“What were you thinking?” you whisper, the teasing edge to your voice softening as concern creeps in. You’ve only known him through his media presence and the few times he’s been under your care after his last few hospital stays. But still, some part of you aches seeing him like this.

Bakugo smirks, leaning back on the bed with his usual arrogance. “I was thinking I’d beat the crap outta that villain, and I did,” he replies with a cocky grin. “You didn’t see me on TV?”

“I’ve been dealing with the mess left from your ‘victory.’ So, no.”

Bakugo’s gaze follows your hands as you prepare to use your quirk. He knows what it does to you—how much energy it takes. He’s seen you drained more than once after patching him up. Still, you never hesitate, even when your hands tremble, and you border on the edge of passing out.

He lets out a low chuckle. “You’re always scolding me, doc. Starting to sound like my old nurse in highschool.”

You roll your eyes, unable to stop a small smile from tugging at your lips despite the exhaustion weighing on you. “I feel bad for your nurse." You reply laughing. "Maybe if you’d stop showing up here all busted up, I wouldn’t have to.”

The room falls quiet for a moment, the chaos of the ER fading into the background as Bakugo watches you work. Your hands move with steady precision, the glow of your quirk illuminating his wound as you begin to heal it. He doesn’t say a word, just watches, his eyes tracking every careful movement you make.

You shouldn’t care this much. He’s just another patient, just another hero in a long line of people you’ve treated. But as your fingers brush against his skin, feeling the tension in his muscles, that ache in your chest tightens.

“You’re quieter than usual,” you say softly, breaking the silence, glancing up at him briefly before returning to the wound.

He huffs, trying to mask the way his body stiffens under your touch. “Not much to say,” he mutters, eyes still fixed on you.

You chuckle under your breath, shaking your head. “That’s a first.”

Another pause fills the air, the quiet settling between you again. You steal a glance at him, catching the way his eyes flicker away from yours, his usual bravado nowhere to be found. Something about this moment feels different—more intimate than it should be.

"You're tough, I’ll give ya that," he says quietly, his tone a touch softer than before. "Most people would’ve cracked by now."

You glide your hands to the other side of his chest, the soft glow of your quirk casting a gentle light over every muscle and fiber, illuminating the intricate details of his form. “Guess you haven’t pushed me hard enough yet,” you reply with a smirk, though your voice wavers slightly as the energy starts to drain from you.

His eyes narrow slightly as he watches you. “Careful there, doc. Don’t go passing out on me. You need your strength.”

“I’m fine,” you insist, even as you feel the weight of the healing tugging at you more than usual. When it’s finally done, you exhale shakily and pull your hands back, trying to steady yourself.

Bakugo catches your wrist before you can move away, his grip firm. “Don’t push yourself too hard for idiots like me,” he mutters. “You don’t have to waste all your energy every time.”

You blink, surprised by the sudden shift in his demeanor. For a moment, you see through his rough exterior—the concern in his eyes that he probably doesn’t even realize is there.

“Since when do you care?” you ask, raising an eyebrow.

Katsuki shrugs, leaning back with a smirk once more. “Don’t get used to it, doc. Just thinkin’ it'd be a shame if you burned yourself out before you get to see me win that number one spot.”

You laugh, the sound light but genuine despite your fatigue. “You’re impossible, you know that?”

Bakugo grins. “Maybe. But you like it.”

Part 2:

Author's Notes: I'm gonna be honest. I had 3 espresso martinis at dinner, I thought this made sense when writing it, but the words aren't wording anymore.

Okay, goodnight nerds.

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Izuku was a blossom, and Katsuki kept crushing him.

Evolution demanded thorns.

Some kind of toxin to pour out of his wounds and afflict his tormentor. Or else camouflage.

Everyone kept watching him, waiting for the adaptation. The moment when Izuku snapped back at Katsukis taunts, or else started keeping to the shadows.

No one expected him to flourish under the harsh treatment, but painful or not, Katsuki is the fire that revitalizes the soil. Izuku breaks through the ground in a terrain more open to the sunlight. He gets stronger.

So instead of thorns, Izuku grows softer petals. Becomes sweeter. Attention-grabbing kindness to provoke Katsuki into rage. Together, they burn the whole thing to the ground and bring it back better.

There will never be a fire without the forest, and the flame paves the way for foliage to burst into life.