#my hero academia AU

[annluvazzel]

AU in which neither of them becomes a pro-hero ♡

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Set 10 years after the final battle (manga 424), Deku left the UA and Bakugou's heart couldn't stand the pro-hero life. They meet again by chance and re-build their friendship as they support each other through their shared disappointments.

[valintinesbear]

Toga and Uraraka in my 1960s AU :) for this AU Uraraka actually becomes a vigilante and *kinda* teams up with toga because I said so and I want them to be friends >:( (jk I have a real reason but I’ll show that in my finished designs for vigilante Uraraka 😋)

[dekustowel]

[ 13: that time he acknowledged it]

synopsis - in light of a major controversy that causes his fan support to dwindle significantly, katsuki bakugou is forced to do anything possible to garner back the affection of his fans before the announcement of the year's hero rankings. katsuki has two options: either "date" japan's most-adored social media star, in hopes of her amazing reputation bringing up his, or kiss that #1 spot goodbye. it's a no-brainer what he chooses. and it shouldn't matter at all, right? it's a fake relationship. nothing more, nothing less.

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FUN FACT: HE SAID THE THING!! HEEE SAIDDD THE THING!!!!

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thank you for reading! 🫶🏽

[cipheringcats]

death note x mha IM CRAZY

[amelizscribbles]

if Tomura had lived long enough to get to have a parole hearing or had to teach villain studies as a course for his community service as a preventative measure in how to keep shit like this from happening again.

[stormcallart]

♕ Bow To The King ♕

[starsfic]

Loop... whatever the hell number it is

Toshinori was ready to die.

He honestly had been, for a while now. Maybe he was dead and this was hell.

Once again, he was ten months from Yuei's entrance exam, having just deflated in front of a middle scholar in the middle of the street as he held the Sludge Villain in a soda bottle. Once again, his ears rang from the screams, and his nose ached from the smell of blood.

Once again, all he could sum up was "wrong person."

He wasn't sure what he was doing wrong. It had to be him.

Toshinori kept picking people- bright people, determined people, kids ready to be heroes- and they kept dying, sometimes multiple times. Whether from school mishaps that One for All caused, from his own slipups, or from being brutally murdered by All for One. No matter how hard he tried to stop the latter, he always rose back up.

By now, he had a list of people. The Absolutely Not category included Bakugou Katsuki (he fought back a mental shiver because there had been a civilian death instead of Bakugou), Aoyama Yūga (not through any fault of his), Mineta Minoru, and Shinsō Hitoshi. The Only if Desperate category included Mirio (entirely because of Nighteye), Todoroki Shōto (Endeavor), and Monoma Neito. The Great Choice But Didn't Work catergory included Uraraka Ochako, Iida Tenya, and Asui Tsuyu. There were other categories, but he had to remind himself every now and then.

He wasn't sure what he was doing wrong. He had given One for All to every student, all except-

"-you okay?" He blinked back to realize that the cold he was feeling was the water bottle pressed against his palm, the middle schooler holding it up. By now, Toshinori knew this boy's name. It was engraved in his heart.

"Midoriya-" Izuku. Friend. Ally. Living shield. Loyal. Smart.

Your greatest failure.

Midoriya Izuku was a constant in the time loops. He was the one who greeted Toshinori every loop. He was always on the side of good, whether as a hero or a vigilante or a villain or even just as a civilian, even though his father was constantly revealed to be All for One. He was deadly loyal to his friends and was willing to break, to die, for them.

Last loop, that had been Tomura. Tenko. His master's grandson.

The memory made him sick, watching as All for One crushed Izuku's throat, his own son's throat, in Tenko's body, only for Tenko to gain back control and scream, cradling Izuku's body tight.

Toshinori had screamed too.

Whatever role he played, Izuku was always there and Toshinori found himself attached. It was easy, because Izuku was kind and had a good heart and-

Oh. Oh, he was an idiot.

It was like the universe was tired of this sick game and turned his head, forcing him to look at the boy who had been beaten down but wanted to save everyone.

"Don't tell me it was that fucking obvious," he said, watching as Izuku's, his perfect successor, jaw dropped further.

He thought he heard First laugh in the back of his mind.

[pjs-everyday]

commission for @violet-sumire : "After Touya's incident, Fuyumi gets inspired by his hero dreams to pursue the career herself, against her dad's wishes." :)

commission us on ko-fi here ☕️

[queenendless]

COMFY BIRDY

A/n: OVER A MONTH WITH NO FICS ON HERE! MY BAD!

Neurotic, ADHD, depression, finishing other shows, writing other stuff on my other platforms, writers block, etc.

Imma still working on new stuff at snail's place though so there's still hope!

Now period stuff helps even when it's hell.

AU Keigo Takami/Hawks x Fem Adult Reader, already established relationship, period stuff kinda, implied mature stuff.

*PLEASE DON'T REPOST PLAGARIZE STEAL COPY MODIFY AND/OR TRANSLATE MY FANFIC WORK. RATHER REBLOG LIKE COMMENT AND FOLLOW PLS N THNX U.

A rare day for you to be out.

You wanted some fresh air.

That and you were out on a mission.

Drooping into the nearby merch store, your emotionally hormonal self searched for something in particular.

You needed something soft to squeeze on.

In the grand shop, multiple rows of displays featured merch from all walks of media surrounded you.

You spotted your target area in the far back.

Tsums, round pillows, and varying sized plushies.

From the students to even the villains.

Yet as you skimmed through the pro hero plushies, your eyes stopped on the one you wanted.

The one you wished was here in the flesh.

Because right now, you missed your precious birdie.

You were surprised you were unbothered as you sat down on the plush bench seating, lost in murky aching thoughts.

You felt warmth and the mixed scent of the wind and AXE body spray enveloping you from above.

“Eyo. I got your texts.”

Incognito with a hoodie, worn torn jeans and sneakers on, only those familiar folded red wings was the telltale sign aside from that voice.

“Needed my Kei. Plushie form was the backup plan.”

“You're on your period now, right? You shouldn't be pushing yourself too much. You should be relaxing back home and let me pick this up for you on my way back from work.”

The moment you started sniffling and whimpering he stiffened in worry and immediately embraced you. “Hey, what's wrong?”

“I'm a neurotic, emotionally depressed mess, Kei, that's what's wrong!” You weeped in his scarred neck.

He gently rubbed your trembling back and massaged your pulsing scalp, shushing you. “Angel, you're perfect, messy or otherwise.”

“No, I'm not!” You mewled.

“You are to me.”

He jumped as your legs kicked up to rest over his thighs, his chibi pressed between your bellies, as you mewled. “I missed you so much!”

He teared up at that, nuzzling his face into the side of your face showing. “I missed ya too. So, ya want me to buy ya little ol me then?”

You nodded, sniffling, “Yes.”

He pecked your red wet cheek. “How's about some warm chicken soup for dinner?”

You whined. “Ice cream too.”

“M'kay. Anything else?”

“Cuddles, kisses, and binge anime together for the rest of the day.” Your pouting self looked up to him.

“For you, kid, your word is my command~”

The transition from there to your safe haven gets fuzzy because you're as drained as you are affectionately snuggling into your partner's chest as he easily carried you and his plush the rest of the way.

In your shared humble abode, watching him strip out of his clothes was always such a tantalizing turn on for you, leaving him in just his slim boxers. Spotting his scars from his cheek to his neck to even his very back. Everything about him was too mesmerizing not to look away, especially in your current bodily state.

“The scars … the shorter cut hair … even your new twin red steel swords … is it weird I find you hotter now?” You cooed.

Red tinted from his cheeks to his ears as Kei bashfully rubbed the back of his neck. “Can you say the same for my back scars?”

He trembled as his skin grew warmer at how gentle your fingers brushed the entire bank of his flexing muscles as well as your kisses turning feverish at how much endearing attention you gave the marked planes.

“You're perfect, scars or otherwise.” You smirked against his flexing strong back.

His wings fluttered out as he swerved around, hugging you before pulling in something with one hand, chortling a bit, hanging his chibi twin right in your face. “You do have good taste, after all.” Amiss empty bowls of soup and ice cream tubs, he laid you against him, the plushie nestled in between you two like your own baby birdie.

“Kei?”

“Yeah?”

“Can we have our own bird babies?”

He was quite taken back by your words. But, that initial surprise was taken over by smitten devotion. “Sure, when you get better. For now, though,” His wing draped over you to bring more warmth to you and your belly he caressed. “Let's get you through this first.”

“Mother nature, you cruel temptress.” You grumbled.

Keigo Takami kisses you passionately to quell your hormonal desires for as long as this monthly ritual lasts. “A world where a hero like me has too much time on my hands is one where I can start a family with you, the most breathtaking being I've ever known, so I'm willing to wait a little longer.”

“Hmm …” His lovestruck eyes and charming smile made you kiss all over his now warm filled laughing face. “Same.”

Plush Hawks stayed smiling resting between your wombs as you and Keigo Takami, your mate, stayed bundled together, the TV left running on and the couch being your makeshift bed for the night.

[thebnha-auhoard]

How about 5 headcanons for an AU where All Might can't pass on One for All unless all the vestiges agree? They are super-picky and have been preventing him from finding a successor for decades. It gets harder to get a unanimous vote with each new ghost added. Instead of clearing a beach, Izuku must win each vestige's approval to succeed All Might. Thank you!

*finger guns*

On it boss!

Let's make it clear that the choice for the next Successor is only taking so long because the Vestiges now have time. They have time to choose. Before it was so fast. They had to choose fast because the Users dropped dead far too fast. Shinomori, Banjou, and En's decisions were all unamionous agreement so quickly because their current holder was dying and they have to pass down the Light that may defeat AFO. With Nana and Yagi, they had time to choose. And boy oh boy they were using the time with Yagi to fucking choose.

Sir Nighteye here I feel like would be so frustrated over the fact that every single one of the Past Users have to agree. He is trying so hard to find a perfect successor for not only All Might but also the past users. The reason why Mirio was rejected was due to how Third and Second felt like he wouldn’t have the determination to truly push through all the boundaries to do the right thing.

When Yagi chose Izuku as his successor, he had to go and disclose to him that he must not only win the approval of Yagi but all then past users of OFA. You got to rizz them up Izuku. You got to win their approval so that OFA won’t just simply be “Unfortunate. You just swallowed hair.” Izuku still needs to clean up the garbage in the Beach though. Still got to get in shape and rizz Yagi after all.

Do want to say that all users have a different reason why they don’t believe Izuku is the right successor. En I always headcanon to have been the youngest OFA user before Izuku and when he got OFA that messed him up bad mentally. Do not have a kid be the next user that will ruin him. I don’t have everyone’s reasons but I do believe that Second would still have the doubt that Izuku wouldn’t be able to go through with the convictions and may be too soft.

Izuku basically goes through a history lesson and workout with this. He is learning about the world and what the past users went through and trying to empathize with them. Early past OFA user meet is always something I love.

[annluvazzel]

[AU in which neither of them becomes a pro-hero part 2]

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Someone needs to say this to Deku but in the meantime I'll do it myself ♡♡

[valintinesbear]

I just realized I never posted this drawing I did of himiko in my webcomics aesthetic

she tries to convince everyone she’s a vampire and Ochaco kind of believes her, and Ochaco tries to convince himiko that she’s a werewolf and himiko COMPLETELY believes her and gets worried when there’s a full moon out

[dekustowel]

[12: that time she met the parents]

synopsis - in light of a major controversy that causes his fan support to dwindle significantly, katsuki bakugou is forced to do anything possible to garner back the affection of his fans before the announcement of the year's hero rankings. katsuki has two options: either "date" japan's most-adored social media star, in hopes of her amazing reputation bringing up his, or kiss that #1 spot goodbye. it's a no-brainer what he chooses. and it shouldn't matter at all, right? it's a fake relationship. nothing more, nothing less.

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Your eyes quickly darted up from your phone catching on to something that would leave anyone that bled red speechless.

now to make something perfectly clear - you never thought katsuki bakugou was ugly.

not in school, when you'd see him in the hall. bakugou was unapproachable in his own right - and believe it, your friends tested that theory often. there was an unspoken beauty about him, said in a whisper from lips that knew they would never meet his.

he was not ugly when you lived separate lives and only saw him on billboards and your television screen. there are enough people in japan with bakugou's face plastered across their shirts, their rooms, and their bodies, that you could never deny his beauty had only amplified over the years.

you could always appreciate that the boy wasn't ugly.

'not ugly' isn't how you would describe seeing him today, leaning against the nicest car you've ever seen, with a grimace that would make anyone smart enough turn in the other direction.

today, katsuki bakugou stands tall and striking, with blonde hair that catches the light just right, framing a face carved with sharp, almost ethereal features. his eyes, a vivid and unsettling shade of red, holding an intensity that made it hard to look away. he's definitely a little more than 'not ugly'.

when the fuck did you start noticing details about his fucking eyes?

you pushed down any semblance of a reaction to the masterpiece before you as you wearily approached him.

"you look good," was not supposed to be said out loud, but your body's doing all kinds of weird gymnastics today, so you accept that you've said it and search his crimson eyes for a response.

katsuki doesn't dignify what you just said with a response.

instead, his eyes rake over you in what appears to be fucking disgust, as he opens the car door, feigning any illusion of a gentlemanly bone in his body.

you're barely able to get all your limbs safely in the car before bakugou slams it closed and walks around to the driver's side.

it's going to be such a long afternoon.

the car ride is mostly silent other than the low hum of an unrecognizable artist playing over the radio.

you take a moment to look at the interior of katsuki's car. black, like his fucking soul, and absolutely spotless. leather seats, probably so it's easier to clean the blood of his sacrifices off of. manual, because bakugou obviously wants you to know he's better than you in every way.

he probably never even stalls.

you laugh to yourself before your eyes zero in on his radio.

he listens to music, like the rest of us. this shouldn't surprise you, he's human. but it's an insight into the katsuki bakugou novelty. and your next move lines up with all the other impulsive ones so far for the afternoon.

you reach over and turn up his radio to just about max volume.

I thought that I was dreaming When you said you loved me

"you like Frank Ocean?!" you just about yelled, causing katuski to jerk the wheel a little bit.

"are you fucking insane, don't do that!" he scolds, turning down the radio to a more manageable volume, "and what's it to you?"

"i love Frank Ocean."

"not very uncommon, most people do."

"i guess, i just didn't realize you fell into the category of most people," you look out of the window as the sunset cascades down one of musutafu's nicer neighborhoods, "it's refreshing. you're human."

"get out of the car, y/n." you hadn't noticed the car come to a halt in front of a particularly nice house. it looked like the kind of house that loved poured out of. the sort of house that contains and produces well-rounded, delightful members of society. how katsuki bakugou lived here his whole life, you don't fucking know.

"so, this is where you grew up," you mutter, folding your arms over your chest, and leaning against the car door.

"what's it to you?" he snaps, his voice cutting through the air just as the driver-side door slams shut with a hard thud, matching the edge in his tone.

"nothing," you say, letting a smirk slip as you stand upright. "i just didn't know you were a little rich kid," you add, your tone light but taunting, a crooked smile playing at your lips as you glance his way

"have you realized im god's favorite yet?"

you laugh a little at his comment before mindlessly slipping your hand into his as he walks by. bakugou stops, turning to you with—well, it's hard to place his reaction—you've never seen it before. it’s agitation.. but softer?

it's convoluted, like everything involving katsuki bakugou.

"what’re you doing?" he demands, his gaze fixed on your interlocked fingers. despite the edge in his tone, he makes no move to pull away, his hand staying right where it is.

'holding your hand?"

"why?"

"for your parents, so we look like a couple?" you ask, voice midly irritated as you start to pull your hand away, "do you want me to let go?" But just as you begin to slip free, his grip tightens, holding you in place. suddenly, you’re acutely aware of the warmth and solid feel of bakugou’s hand, more comfortable than you'd expected.

his grip is firm as he drags you toward the front door, his strides confident and unfaltering. meanwhile, your stomach twists with nerves, each step making you more aware of how close you’re getting to his parents’ house. you try to keep up with his pace, but your pulse races, and you find yourself squeezing his hand a little tighter—hoping he doesn’t notice just how nervous you really are.

"callm down," he says simply.

you swallow, the anxiety tightening in your chest. "what if they don’t like me, katsuki?"

he scoffs. "doesn’t matter, ‘cause we’re not actually dating, idiot."

unhelpful.

you don’t even look at him, too consumed by the dread pooling in your stomach.

this was a bad idea. im going to kill Mina. this was a terrible idea.

"hey," he says more gently, an arm slipping around your shoulders. a warmth spreads through you, chasing away the knots of fear. "relax," he murmurs.

you glance up, eyes wide. "everyone likes you. just calm down, all right?"

you're barely even able to process the interaction you were just a part of before the front door comes swinging open, presenting the clear explanation for bakugou's good looks and charm.

she really is a milf. fuck.

"jesus, katsuki! it's fucking cold, you're gonna just stand there gawking at her and let her catch a fever?" the woman, who you can easily assume is bakugou's mother, beckons for you both to come inside.

"the pictures don’t do you justice; you’re absolutely breathtaking," she beams, pulling you into a warm embrace. as you bask in her warmth, her eyes sparkle with mischief. "but why are you with my son? you could do so much better, sweetheart."

"thanks, mom." bakugou deadpans.

"shut it, twerp. im talking to your girlfriend," his mom snaps back, a hint of annoyance in her voice.

"matsukawa, come meet your future daughter-in-law!" she calls out, her voice echoing through the room. A deep blush creeps up your neck at the thought, and you nervously scan the space, trying to steady your breathing.

your gaze accidentally locks with bakugou’s, and in that fleeting moment, something in his expression takes you completely off guard. there's an intensity there, a mix of vulnerability and warmth that absolutely floors you.

but as quickly as it happens, he turns away, leaving the moment hanging in the air.

completely unacknowledged.

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FUN FACT: Mitski and Matsukawa already googled everything they'd need to know about y/n before Mitski messaged Bakugou. they already liked her! they really just wanted to see their bratty son ;)

thank you for reading!

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[cipheringcats]

togachako x the corpse bride 🩻🩻

[amelizscribbles]

Bullet Train Hawks au?

Bullet Train Hawks au.

I love how irresponsibly fed up his expressions turned out.

[torveiglyart]

Part Two! Low-key hate how both Lances turned out but whateves.

Focus Drown: Lance can enforce a feeling of being underwater on himself and/or others. When used on himself it improves his focus, agility, dexterity, strength, aim, and his senses, except for hearing which is tremendously reduced. If he uses it on others, it replicates the feeling of losing consciousness while floating underwater (that is a terribly distorting feeling and I hope no one can relate to that). The drawbacks of using his quirk too much are excessive sweating, poor circulation (cold), and symptoms of depression (numbness, lethargy, derealization-dissociation).

Likes: the beach, garlic knots, and surfing

Dislikes: doing laundry, math, and Keith

Lance is one of the few lucky students in attendance of UALA (Yuuei Los Angeles) that was selected for a study abroad at UA Japan. While excited to travel and be selected for this once in a lifetime opportunity, he also worries about being so far away from his family. He’ll also need to practice his Japanese for the year-long study.

While Lance’s quirk by itself with his hand-to-hand combat skills would work just fine for hero business, there are always going to be scenarios where more is needed. After a long chat with his home room teacher, Adam West, they agreed that a lethal weapon (or two) would be licensed to him. After testing out a couple tools, Lance chose a long-range rifle and a retractable (concealable) sword. While Lance is still working on his swordsmanship, he took to the rifle like a fish to water. Adam will never tell him this, but he nominated Lance for the abroad program after hearing about another pro hero named Snipe over there who exclusively uses guns.