#mha zombie au

[miowess]

TW blood

[navigh0st]

Happy HALLOWEEN to the 5 shindeku fans still in the fandom

(I loveee teacher deku with all my heart <3)

I kinda went with an old style to kinda match last year's vibes??? I don't know what I did but I'm happy with the result wuhuuu

.... alsooo I'm alive and trying to post more often (I have a ton of work already finished, but no time to upload and think of funny or thoughtful phrases for the captions)

[oh-katsuki]

a little zombie apocalypse katsuki!au drabble. my twd rewatch is giving me many thoughts...

cw: apocalypse au, reader is alone, mentions of death, implications of child death, grief mentions, reader is described as a "little thing" but that's more just the way katsuki talks, katsuki is a little gruff but he means well, guns, weapons, general apocalypse thoughts, mentions of zombies but we follow the "never call them a zombie" rule, katsuki and reader meeting for the first time, etc

the light of your fire is dim, embers burning low as you sit in a foldable chair beside it. you've got a metal spatula in your hand. you're not sure why you grabbed it when things went to shit, but panic does weird things to the mind. this, along with a few other oddities, are all you managed to take from your house when the world fell to ruin. everything else are things scavenged along the way or from people you'd met, joined, and lost.

the night is near silent and trees creak and crack like the hulls of great ships under heavy pressure, but the birds don't sing and nothing in the crowded wood you're taking shelter in makes a sound. well, except for you and the gentle crackle of your fire.

your head is on a swivel. it has been for months. ever since the outbreak, ever since the dead rose and began consuming and infecting the living, you've kept watch. a paranoid, never ending cycle that you suppose—if left on your own—will burn itself out. you swallow thick and return your attention to the fire, watching the tree line just in front of you for any hint of movement or monsters.

a branch cracks just behind you. a swift sound, followed by rapid footsteps. you stand, quickly turning your head, only to see a a figure a few feet away from you. they move quickly and the dancing light of the fire obscures their features from view. their eyes, most importantly. you can always tell if someone is dead or alive based on their eyes. in this light, should this stranger have that milky white film over them, you wouldn't be able to tell.

you make a small noise, something between a whimper and a shout, as the person comes to a stop in front of you and holds a gun directly between your eyes. the living. this person is alive. you're not sure at this point if encountering one of the dead would have been worse.

"drop your weapon," he says in a hurried voice. it's aggressive and threatening. it comes from deep in his chest.

you raise your shaky hands to your head quickly at the order, screwing your eyes shut as if looking in theirs would be a cause for attack.

"i-it's not a weapon!" you shout, voice cracking. "it's- it's a sp-spatula. it's a spatula."

the words are rushed and heavy, fear seizing your chest as you look down the barrel of the gun. the firelight glints off of it and you can make out the person behind the barrel's features. he's big, blonde under the grime, you think. a man. not the best thing to encounter alone at night in times like these.

you see him hesitate for a moment, eyes darting between you and the silver kitchen item in your hand. you drop it quickly.

"do you have a weapon on you?" he questions, voice a little less urgent.

you shake your head in response and then shakily look beside the chair. there's a knife there and a pistol with no bullets. you're a poor shot and you'd run out of ammo the previous week. he glances to it, the gun still raised at you, and sidesteps to grab them. when he does, he cautiously lowers the weapon. you start to lower your trembling hands.

then, as if struck by some realization, the man stomps towards the fire and you jump as he does.

"the fuck are you doing lighting a fire?" he says angrily. "those things may be dead, but they can still fuckin' see. that's a good way to get yourself killed."

he stomps out the fire as he talks, urgently stamping out what's left of the low-burning logs.

"i- i didn't think there were many in the area," you justify, furrowing your eyebrows as you step away from him.

"and that's a risk you want to take?" he says indignantly. you wonder briefly what business he has worrying about you.

"what do you want?" you snap, "my food? weapons? life? what is it?"

the man scoffs, "jesus, none of that."

you narrow your eyes and take a step back.

"not all people who camp out in the woods are good," he says. "but i sure as shit didn't expect to find some little thing like you alone lighting a damn fire. stupid."

"there were more," you say indignantly, like somehow that makes it better. "force of habit, i guess."

the man pauses for a moment as understanding passes between the two of you. it's a relatable feeling. everyone has lost someone now. you just happened to lose everyone.

"got a name?" he asks.

you hesitate in giving it to him before deciding what it could hurt. the man nods as if he likes the sound of it.

"i'm katsuki," he furrows his eyebrows. "you're alone?"

you nod, swallowing down the grief that pushes at your throat.

"wasn't always," you respond, "but yeah. now i am."

he nods his understanding.

"come with me."

"where?" you say instinctively, a defensive edge to your voice. katsuki looks at you like your stupid, or maybe it's pity, like you're a wounded animal. probably both.

"where the fuck do you think?" he retorts. "we've got a camp a little ways from here. i saw your fire from one of the watch posts we have stationed around the place."

you look at him like he's a little crazy for even thinking to bring you there.

he scoffs and rolls his head over his shoulder. "look, we've got men and women," then he pauses, "used to have children. we're not gonna hurt you. world's gone to shit, do you really wanna keep at it alone?"

he's probably right. you've been alone for weeks now, exhausted for longer, and though your common sense tells you not to go off with a strange man in this kind of world, the promise of community is far too tempting. you nod and glance back to your camp. a measly collection of supplies.

"we'll come back for it when it's light," he says. "i don't know about you, but i'd rather not spend longer in these dark ass woods than i have to."

"okay," you say. the presence of another person both sets you on edge and makes you feel the fatigue even more. a gun's barrel on your nose followed by the promise of safety and you're going with him? you must be stupider than a horror movie protagonist. "do you take in a lot of strays?"

katsuki looks over his shoulder and you think you see him smile a little at the phrase.

"if that's what you want to call it," he says begrudgingly. "me less than the rest." then, with a softer tone of voice, barely noticeable with the quiet whisper you both have been speaking at. "i'm sure the others won't mind one more."

[cozmowrites]

Wistoragic: Fifteen

Chapter Fifteen - 1563 words

The moment he lost sight of you, something in his chest twisted violently.

One second, you were there—moving in sync, keeping pace, following the damn plan. Then, the building gave out, the floor crumbling under the weight of decay, and before he could even reach for you, you were gone.

"Shit—!" Bakugou lunged forward, dust and debris stinging his eyes. The gaping hole where the floor had collapsed was all that was left. Below, darkness swallowed the wreckage.

"(Y/n)!" His voice was raw, cutting through the ruined space, but no answer came.

Only groans.

A shuffle.

Then movement.

And not yours.

His pulse spiked as shadows twisted in the dim light. Zombies. The bastards had been waiting, crawling through the wreckage like roaches. The entire fucking building was unstable, and now it was swarming.

"Tch—" He clenched his jaw, weighing his options. He could jump down, fight his way through, drag your ass out of there himself—

But he couldn’t see you.

Did you land safely? Were you hurt? Were you—

No.

Not an option.

Not fucking happening.

"Kacchan!" Midoriya’s voice barely registered through the ringing in his ears. He was already moving, scanning the perimeter, looking for another way down. "Where’s (Y/n)?!"

"Gone," he bit out, frustration thick in his voice. "Floor collapsed. They fell through."

Kirishima was beside him now, red eyes darting to the wreckage below. "Shit. We gotta get down there!"

Bakugou was already looking. "There’s no clear path—"

"They could be hurt," Midoriya pressed.

"You think I don’t fucking know that?!" Bakugou snapped, his heart hammering against his ribs. "I’m not about to jump blind into a death trap!"

Midoriya flinched, but Bakugou was already moving. He was thinking. Calculating. He needed a way down—fast. He needed to find you before those damn things did.

Aizawa’s voice crackled through the earpiece. "Get back."

Bakugou grit his teeth. "No. (Y/n) fell. I’m not leaving ‘til I find ‘em."

A pause. Then, quieter, but just as firm, Aizawa repeated, "Get. Back."

"No."

"Bakugou—"

"I'm not leaving them."

"They might already be dead."

The words slammed into him like a freight train, knocking the breath from his lungs.

He whirled around, eyes blazing. "Shut the hell up!" His voice echoed through the empty space, furious, desperate. "They are not dead!"

Another pause. This one longer.

Aizawa exhaled. "You don’t have time for this. We regroup now. If they’re alive, they’ll find their way back."

"That’s a gamble," Kirishima muttered, uneasy.

"And jumping in blind isn’t?" Aizawa’s tone left no room for argument. "Get back to camp. That’s an order."

Bakugou’s fists clenched so tightly his nails nearly broke skin. His entire body was buzzing, burning, fighting against the command. But Aizawa was right.

As much as he hated to admit it.

With one last look at the wreckage, Bakugou turned sharply on his heel and stormed away.

He would find you.

He fucking would.

+++

The moment they stepped into the safehouse, the air shifted.

Ashido’s head snapped up from where she sat, her expression hopeful at first—then sinking. "Where’s (Y/n)?"

Silence.

The others stood still, waiting.

Bakugou didn’t answer. Couldn’t. He could still hear the sound of the floor giving out, could still feel the way his chest tightened the moment he realized you were gone.

Aizawa stepped forward. "We lost them."

"Lost—?" Ashido stood, voice raising. "What do you mean we lost them?!"

Midoriya swallowed hard, looking away. "There was an accident. The building was already unstable."

Kirishima ran a hand through his hair, jaw tight. "We couldn’t get to them. We tried."

Ashido's expression crumpled.

"You don't know if they're dead," she muttered. "Right?"

"No," Midoriya admitted. "We don’t."

Aizawa folded his arms. "That means we wait."

Bakugou’s head snapped up. "What?"

Aizawa met his gaze evenly. "If (Y/n)’s still out there, they’ll try to come back. If they don’t... then they didn’t make it."

Bakugou bristled. "They’ll make it."

Aizawa held his stare for a long moment before nodding. "Then we hold off on the tunnel exploration. We don’t move out until we know for sure."

Bakugou barely heard the rest of the conversation. His body felt tight, wound up like a spring ready to snap.

You weren’t dead.

He refused to believe that.

But until you made it back, he wouldn’t be able to breathe.

+++

The world outside the safehouse is suffocating. The air is thick with decay, the distant groans of the undead never truly fading. Every step forward is a risk, but standing still is worse. You know you need to move.

You slip through the wreckage of the city, heart pounding, scanning the abandoned streets for a way back to camp. The last thing you need is to run into a fresh horde, or worse—one of those freakishly fast ones that seem to be getting smarter.

And then you hear it.

A voice, casual and almost amused, cutting through the tension like a knife. "You lost, or just looking for a good time?"

You whip around, knife raised, eyes darting through the darkened interior of a half-collapsed building. The voice had come from inside, somewhere past the shattered windows and overturned furniture.

For a split second, you consider running. But then the unmistakable sound of a struggle reaches your ears—heavy breathing, the sickening thud of a body hitting the ground, and the guttural snarl of a zombie.

Without thinking, you move.

You climb through the broken window, landing in a crouch, knife gripped tightly. Your eyes adjust to the dim interior just in time to see a figure launch himself over a counter, a pipe in his hands, swinging down in a brutal arc. The zombie drops, skull caved in, body twitching before going still.

The man straightens, rolling his shoulders like that was nothing more than a light workout. Then, finally, he turns to you.

Dark hair, cocky grin, dark eyes that flash with something, almost mischievous, even in the midst of the chaos. He doesn't seem the least bit fazed by your sudden appearance, nor by the fact that he just took down a zombie with minimal effort.

"Hey," he says, leaning against the counter like this is just another day. "Didn’t think I’d run into anyone with a pulse tonight."

You keep your knife raised, unsure. "Who the hell are you?"

"Wow," he mock winces. "No 'thank you' for the badass zombie takedown? Rude."

You narrow your eyes. "I don’t trust people I don’t know."

He huffs out a short laugh, holding his hands up in mock surrender. "Fair. Name’s Sero Hanta. And you are?"

You hesitate, but something about his easygoing demeanor makes you answer. "(Y/n)."

Sero nods, looking you up and down. "You with a group, (Y/n)? Or you just wandering around, hoping for the best?"

You debate how much to say. Finally, you settle on the truth—at least part of it. "I got separated."

"Yeah, figured." He gestures to the busted window. "You came in hot. Thought you were about to knife me for a second."

"I still might," you deadpan.

He grins. "Damn, you're so much fun. We should stick together."

You scoff. "You could be dangerous."

"And yet," he gestures to himself, "I'm still standing here, not trying to eat your face. That’s gotta count for something, right?"

You exhale, lowering your knife slightly. He has a point. If he wanted to kill you, he probably would have tried by now.

Sero tilts his head, watching you. "So, you got a plan, or are we just winging it?"

"Getting back to my group," you say.

He hums. "Alright. Where are they?"

"Safehouse," you reply, but then hesitate. "I think."

"You think?" He raises an eyebrow. "You don’t sound too sure."

You clench your jaw. "I was supposed to be back already."

Sero clicks his tongue. "Oof. Yeah, they're probably freaking out right about now."

Your stomach twists. You hadn’t thought about it much in the panic of getting lost, but now the thought of Aizawa, Midoriya, and the others realizing you were missing makes your chest tighten. And Bakugou—

You shake your head. "I need to get going."

Sero nods. "Cool. I'll tag along."

You blink. "What?"

He shrugs. "You’re lost, I know the city. I’d say that makes us a solid team."

You hesitate. Having another person around is risky, but so is wandering through zombie-infested streets alone. And Sero seems capable—more than capable, actually. He took down that zombie with barely any effort.

"...Fine," you say.

Sero grins. "Knew you’d come around."

He moves toward the exit, checking through the cracks in the boarded-up door. "Alright, so where’s this safehouse of yours?"

You frown, thinking. "Near my old place, maybe near the old U.A. campus? I'm not entirely sure..."

Sero whistles lowly. "Damn, you were heading the wrong way, then."

You stiffen. "What?"

He gestures toward the opposite end of the street. "U.A.’s that way."

Your stomach sinks. You had been going in the wrong direction.

Sero must notice your expression because he claps a hand on your shoulder, giving you a reassuring shake. "Don’t worry, newbie. You got lucky running into me."

You roll your eyes. "Lucky, sure."

He grins. "Hey, you’ll be saying that for real when I get you back in one piece."

You shake your head, but you don’t argue.

Together, you slip out into the night, keeping to the shadows. Sero moves with ease, clearly used to navigating the ruins of the city. You try to match his steps, trusting his lead.

As you move, a question nags at you.

"Sero," you say.

"Hm?"

"You didn’t tell me if you had a group."

He’s quiet for a second. Then, he exhales. "Had one. Didn’t last."

You glance at him. "I’m sorry."

He shrugs. "It is what it is."

You let the silence stretch, but you file that information away. Sero might be all grins and jokes, but there’s something deeper beneath that. Something you recognize.

Eventually, the city looms ahead, and Sero slows. "Alright. We’re close now. Wanna play it safe or just book it?"

You consider it.

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[hanaranjada]

I say halloween lasts as much as I want, so I come to bring zombie apocalypsis AU with of course… some love 👻🔥 Momo is ready to kick a lot of zombie ass, except her boyfriend's, he is a good boy 😉 NSFW continuation on my patreon 🔥

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[neoflames]

Hello gang. Do we fuck with MHA AUs here

[pansexualkiba]

new unhinged deku au: midoriya is, more or less, the only bystander in All Might and All for One's first final battle, and in the confusion, they both die at the hands of the other. Midoriya immediately resolves to do one thing:

Bring All Might back to life. The world NEEDS All Might! And if Midoriya can just figure out where the funeral will be held, he can spirit away the body and attempt to reanimate it, letting All Might return and continue as if nothing happened!

...Naturally, this is essentially an unhinged Frankenstein AU, where Bakugou and Uraraka are independently strung along for the ride. Todoroki wasn't, but he just sorta showed up and no one can figure out how to make him leave (obsessed with Midoriya) (Endeavor's fucking annoying but is simultaneously neglecting Todoroki even more).

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[flashfirearts]

Forgot to post this yesterday 💔

But here’s DabiHawks Week Day 1: Apocalypse

‘You hungry?’

It’s good to be back! Thank you all for being patient 🙇🏼

[sugarlywhispers]

so... i wrote a bakugou katsuki Alice in Borderland AU 👀 should i write also a Squid Game AU ???? 👀👀👀

[nekoo3001]

Zombie apocalypse au pt.2/The first meeting. Happy Halloween!

Pt.1:

https://www.tumblr.com/neko3001/731984584052523008/neko3001?source=share

[falllennangell]

“Hah?!” Y/N woke up sweaty and panting in her old and small bed, and looked around in her one roomed house. Seeing nightmares was a classic, especially when you live with zombies.

All the cabinets full of plants and flowers she used, counter and some kitchen knives on it,a kitchen table with two chairs, even though she knew she had no one. Her equipment on the couch standing how she left them and the door closed shut.

Sleeping in this state was never easy for her, obviously. Her body could never relax fully as she knew she could die if some zombies found her hideout.

She got up and cooled herself down before she got up and put on her old and damaged sneakers. She opened the door and walked up the stairs like she did always, as there was no way she’d know if it was the morning or not without leaving the basement.

She opened the door at the top of the stairs, got up and looked up to see the bright blue sky, she took a few breaths and looked around before going back in, she checked off another day in her calendar.

She grabbed some handmade soap she made from plants and wrapper it around with some old fabric, she took her equipment and left the basement shut.

She didnt have a shower in the basement, obviously. She had found the basement in the state it was in some time ago, it definitely looked like it belonged to somebody nobody came back for it.

She walked for a bit in the green city before finding her usual lake in an old park. She jumped in, getting her hair wet so she could use the handmade soap easily, her black sports bra slowly covered in bubbles, she hung out a bit in the lake before getting out and giving her hair a good squeeze, letting all the excess water out.

The weather was hot and draining, showering in a lake was not the best but it was the best she could do, at least for now.

She walked back to the basement, grabbed some more knives and small tubes before she left.

She never let a day go to waste, always hunting down zombies and trying to find some clue on how to stop this or at least find the reason on why they even existed.

She put on her utility belt on her black shorts as she walked. She had a map, knives, some zip lock bags, and 2 tiny tubes.

She walked around, trying to find her first zombie of the day.

finally.

she thought to herself as she saw a zombie, almost rotted skin, a horrible smell coming from it as it made some noises. Y/N could sense this one was different, it smelled weird.

Other zombies would smell like dead animals, which is how it should be. This one smelled like chemical. It wasnt a huge detail and probably most people wouldn’t catch it.

Y/N was confused to say the least, when she was thinking, keeping her position still, she didnt even notice how close the zombie was getting to her.

And right before it hit her, a sharp arrow coming behind her went through it’s head making the zombie fall to the ground with a sharp thud.

(idek what im doing rn i may be going a bit too fast but oh well !)

[cozmowrites]

Wistoragic: Fourteen

Chapter Fourteen - 914 words

You keep your distance.

It's not hard—Bakugou makes it clear he wants nothing to do with you every passing glance he gives you, and you're more than willing to return the favor. You don't try to speak to him anymore, don't even look his way unless absolutely necessary.

But you can feel it.

His eyes on you when you're not looking. The way he lingers in the background, never too far, but never close enough to acknowledge it. It's like he's waiting for something—maybe for you to crack, maybe for you to chase after him again.

But you won't.

You refuse.

So, you keep moving forward.

"Okay, we're going on a quick supply run. I'm changing the pairs for the building." Aizawa grumbled, explaining the situation.

Tonight's supply run is supposed to be simple.

In and out. No risks.

Just a quick search of a nearby building for food, medicine, or anything else that could be useful. The group splits into new pairs—Midoriya and Kirishima, Ashido and Aizawa, and you... with Bakugou.

You try not to react when Aizawa gives the pairings. Bakugou looks like he wants to argue, but he doesn't. He just scowls and jerks his head toward the exit of the bunker. "Come on."

The walk to the abandoned building is tense and quiet.

Bakugou doesn't speak to you. You don't speak to him.

It's fine.

You don't need to talk to work together.

Or at least, that's what you tell yourself.

The building is dark, the air thick with dust and decay, asbestos in some rooms. The scent of rot lingers in the walls, but there's no immediate sign of the undead.

"We clear the first two floors," Bakugou mutters, his voice low. "Then move up."

You nod. "'Kay." Your voice was kind of cold. Bakugou hated it.

The two of you move in silence, navigating through the ruins of what was once an office building. Papers are scattered across the floor, desks overturned, chairs broken. It's a ghost town of a place, abandoned long before the world truly fell apart.

You find a few useful things—some canned food in a cabinet, a half-empty first-aid kit, a flashlight that still works and some unopened batteries next to it.

It's almost too easy.

Which is why, when you hear the first guttural groan from deeper inside the building, your stomach drops.

"Shit," you breathe out sharply.

Bakugou stiffens, his hand instinctively reaching for the knife at his belt.

The groans multiply.

Then, a crash.

Then, chaos.

It happens too fast.

One moment, you're moving toward the stairs, and the next, the floor beneath you is gone.

The rotten wood gives way in an instant, and you barely have time to react before you're falling, your body slamming through the broken remains of the floor.

You hit the ground hard. The impact knocks the wind out of you, pain flaring through your ribs. Dust and debris rain down around you as you cough, struggling to push yourself up.

Your ears ring, your vision swims.

And then—

"Oi!"

Bakugou's voice.

Distant. Above you.

"Shit—hold on! Don't move, I'll—"

The groans are closer now.

Too close.

Your stomach clenches as you scramble to your feet, your hands shaking as you grab your weapon. You can barely make out Bakugou's silhouette above you, his face twisted in frustration as he tries to find a way down.

"Get the fuck up here!" He snaps, but there's an edge to his voice—something almost panicked.

"I can't!" you shout back, your breath coming fast. "The floor's too unstable! You saw the rotting of the floor, it was rotting before the outbreak."

Bakugou curses loudly, glancing around. He looks ready to jump down, but he hesitates—probably realizing that if he does, he won't be able to get back up, either.

"Fuck—just stay there!" he growls. "I'll find another way down!"

The groans are louder.

The undead are coming.

"Bakugou—"

"I said stay there, dammit!"

Then, he's gone.

You hear his footsteps retreating, hear the sound of him shoving things aside, trying to find another route.

But you don't have time to wait.

The first zombie shambles out from the darkness, its milky eyes locking onto you.

Then another.

And another.

"Shit."

You tighten your grip on your knife, your body screaming in protest as you take a defensive stance. You can't take on all of them at once—not like this, not when you're injured.

You need to move.

Now.

You dart toward the nearest door, kicking it open with everything you have. The hinges groan, but it gives way, revealing another dimly lit hallway.

The groans behind you are deafening.

You don't look back.

You just run.

Your heart pounds as you weave through the debris, your breath coming in short, desperate gasps. You can hear them behind you, their shuffling steps growing louder, closer—

Then—

A voice.

Not Bakugou's.

Someone else.

"Move, move, move!"

The sound of something slamming against flesh. A grunt. The sharp clang of metal against concrete.

Someone is fighting nearby.

And they're alive.

You don't think. You just follow the sound.

Bursting through another doorway, you nearly stumble into a wide-open space—what was once a lobby, now covered in blood and bodies.

And in the center of it all—

A lone figure, fighting off the undead with sharp, precise movements.

You can't see their face.

But they're good.

Whoever they are, they know how to fight.

You don't have time to process.

One of the zombies breaks away from the group, lunging toward you.

You barely manage to dodge, swinging your knife wildly. You catch it in the side, but it's not enough to take it down.

The figure turns, finally noticing you.

And then—

They move.

A blur of motion, a flash of steel.

The zombie drops.

Silence.

Heavy breathing.

The figure straightens, their eyes locking onto yours.

For a moment, neither of you speak.

Then—

"You alright?"

Their voice is steady. Strong. But you don't recognize it.

You realize you have no idea who this person is.

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He should be dead by now, or at least succumbing to the mindless and endless urge for human flesh. However, Izuku Midoriya has to wonder as he touches his forearm's uneven and lacerated skin why he hasn't turned yet.

(Following a calamity that brings about the end of the world, survivors seek refuge and fight tirelessly in a world overrun by the dead.)

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[stickygumchewer]

Zombie Shota au dump

[eliasemiko]

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