#quirk: dog doesn't die au

[bountycancelled]

house of cards (a challengers au)

requested: no, but send challengers reqs I BEG !

warnings: none :)

content: tension I guess? readers kind of a go with the flow typa gyal, but the flow is sometimes manipulative and evil so... tashi and art both play (different games but they still play) patrick is a loser, but he's my loser so it's okay lowercase intended, unedited.

a/n: back after like a half year hiatus, and im on my challengers bullshit, hope you enjoy this cuz I wrote in a day lol

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"you know, sometimes it feels like you hate me." the words leave your lips before you can stop them, coming out of your mouth with the kind of instantaneous honesty you learnt during your many years around tashi. admiring her, envying her, loving her, and hating her all the same.

she raises an amused brow, the sides of her mouth quirking up in a half smile. she probably thinks it's funny, your train of thought. you're in her dorm right now, laying on her bed with your head rested against her shoulder while some episode of some show serves as background noise. and yet, you seem unsure that she even wants you here.

but the one thing you can count on tashi to know, is what she wants. so if she's sure that she doesn't hate you, you should be too. "I don't hate you. I love you, more than usual, honestly."

that shouldn't make your stomach flip in the way it does, but you've always been a little like a hungry dog waiting to be thrown a bone when it came to affection, from anyone really (a problem that you thought you were working on effectively, you weren't.) but mostly tashi, who's affection was about as rare as the sight of her not playing tennis. well, maybe that comparison was in poor taste after the injury, but anyway.

"why is that?" you hope you don't come off as eager as you are to hear what you've done to further place yourself in her good graces (you do, but don't worry, tashi thinks it's cute.)

"you're the only one who still plays tennis with me. real tennis." she nudges you off of her shoulder as she speaks, forcing you to look at her, leaving you to tackle that feeling that always seemed to arise whenever she was close. a feeling that would rather die that put a name to.

god, you were such a tryhard when it came to her. you let her tell you about her escapade with the notorious 'fire and ice' duo, art and patrick. you assured that it was totally okay to pit two friends against each other for the prospect of getting her, you nodded along when patrick came out victorious, and you comforted her when she eventually broke it off.

and the cherry on top of this absolutely miserable sundae of yours, you played exactly the same way you used to play with her, because you knew it was what she wanted, and anything she wanted, you'd give it to her.

and she knew that, of course. one of the reasons she kept you around.

she brought her face close to yours, so close, closer, closer... before turning your own face to plant a kiss on your cheek, deciding to pay attention to the show you two had put on her laptop, completely shattering what you thought had been a moment between you and her. not the first time she's done that, not the last time you'll think that.

you inhale and exhale deeply, willing yourself to not spend the whole night picking that last ten seconds of that interaction apart, trying to analyse if you were running on pure delusion, or if something had been there, between you two.

but you do anyway, and you don't come to a solid conclusion. when it comes to tashi, you never do.

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your run in with patrick is unexpected, but what is expected is just how fucking miserable he looks. you debate just leaving the diner all together, finding another place to eat. hell, not eating at all would be better than whatever conversation you could possibly have with the ex boyfriend of your best friend. the poor thing is still wearing that grey 'I told ya' shirt, and it's evident that he isn't taking any of this well.

you understand both of them, patrick blames himself (it's not his fault, at least not to you) and tashi needed someone to blame. there's a small part of you thats just glad you weren't the one that she chose, but it's small, and the bigger parts of you just want to pull patrick into a hug, but you're unsure of how appropriate that would be. unsure of if he would even want that from you. because you're not actually on his side, you'd never be on the side opposing tashi, and patrick knows that.

that doesn't stop his eyes from lighting up in hopeful recognition as he spots you awkwardly lingering by the entrance, and now you have to go and sit with him because you are not about to kick a dog while it's down. you flag down a waiter and order for yourself, turning to face him with a pensively worried expression.

"are you... okay?"

patrick laughs at your words, not because he thinks it's funny that you ask. (even in the event that you're just pretending to care, he's just thankful that you humoured him by sitting down) he laughs because he knows that you know that he's not. even if the two of you were strangers, you'd sense his misery from the second you entered and took one look at him.

"never better. foods here." he changes the topic swiftly, and you're starving, so you don't try to redirect it, stuffing your face almost as unapologetically as he is. but once the food finishes and you await the bill, you take another long look at him, and the sadness in his eyes make your heart ache.

you don't owe anything to patrick, but for whatever reason, you find yourself reaching for his hand, holding it in your own and giving it a comforting squeeze, smiling back at him sympathetically when he flashes you a grateful half smile.

maybe it's the unique circumstances of the breakup, or his sad brown eyes, or that one time you two played a "friendly" game right before him and tashi got together (the looks he gave you from across the court would be misplaced, but tennis was intrinsically sexy, and so was patrick, so you tried not to overthink it. tried.)

or maybe it's the emalgumation of every look that would make you squint curiously at him, every casual touch that would last too long because patricks patrick, every tipsy kiss on the cheek, or shoulder squeeze, but after you two leave the diner (he pays, and you feel bad about it, but don't comment further.) but when you face each other outside the establishment, the sunset painting the sky, you pull him into a hug.

the hug feels... far too intimate for two friends (were you still friends? you weren't sure.) but, whatever. he's hurt, grieving the loss of someone that would surely break you if you lost them and the loss of his own best friend, so you're not gonna judge. he wraps his arms around you slowly, hiding his face away in the crook of your neck, holding you so gently that a passerby would think that you're the one being comforted.

you tell him to call you if he ever feels lonely, immediately regretting your language because it sounds like you wanna fuck him, but he understands what you meant. and then, you say your goodbyes.

you don't tell tashi about that interaction. and you don't think you will.

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your run in with art isn't intentional, but he's grateful for it.

he knows that you and tashi usually run drills together at the courts on saturdays, its not crowded since everyone is in their dorms trying to piece themselves together after a shitty week. but he also knows that tashi needs to rest right now, so you'd most likely be alone. but he doesn't strike then, the racket in your hand will make you too focused, he knows that all too well. you'd be giving him one word answers, barely paying him any mind and probably wanting him to fuck off as soon as possible.

so while he's wracking his brain, thinking of another opportunity to find a way in with you, because being closer to you meant being even closer to tashi, he's seconds away from getting on his knees and praising the gods above when he sees in the cafeteria, alone.

him being there for her when the injury happened was simply happenstance, and he was lucky in a roundabout sort of way, getting to comfort tashi and hopefully building a good image of himself in your mind, because you were there too, of course.

but that wouldn't cut it. he needed to be truly in with you, and he needed a new best friend anyway, he'd basically sold his last one off, so this was a two birds, one stone kind of situation.

you don't look up when art sits in front of you. because one, you know its him, he has the nervous kind of energy whenever he's around you, different to the kind of nervous energy he has when tashis around, but you can still sniff him out regardless. and two, you're still feeling shitty about that whole... thing with patrick, too shitty to care that blondies over here in front of you, trying to get in with tashi.

"they stale or something?" he asks, his smile stupidly warm and inviting as he points towards the cheese fries on your plate, completely untouched. you shoot air through your nose, smiling despite yourself before giving him a response. "no, I'm just grappling with the fact that I'm a shitty friend, and maybe even a shitty person in general."

he hums, holding his hand towards your tray as a silent question, and you push it towards him nonchalantly, letting him take what he wants. he feels way too good about a simple tray, but something about you sharing your food gives him hope that you haven't completely ruled him out.

"well, think about it this way. the average person needs to have at least one of these traits in order to be liked. talent, kindness or looks. you're a fucking beast on that court, and you're gorgeous, so you don't even need to worry about being a good person." it's easy to butter you up a bit, because the words he's saying are true, and he had a feeling that telling you what he honestly felt was the route to go with.

you roll your eyes at his words, but the compliment makes you bite back a smile. you're only human, after all, and not even you are invincible to the charms of one art donaldson.

but you keep your cool, waiting for the inevitable of him bringing up tashi, with the obligatory acting like that wasn't why he sat with you in the first place. but it comes later in the conversation than you thought it would, he asks if she's doing any better, and you answer with an honest 'no.'

maybe this is just another one of his tactics, pretending that he's fully interested in getting to know you with no tashi shaped ulterior motive. but it works. because you end up talking over your now empty tray for a while, so long that you're late to your next class.

the look that he gives you when you leave is one of longing, but it was a specific kind longing, one linked to tashi. that's what art tells himself too, as he watches you walk away.

[kedreeva]

This might be a shitty ask, so I understand if you don't, or can't!, really answer! I'm in AU, where it's an old farmer's trick to freerange peafowl to eat and scare off snakes. My aunt lives on a farm and she's started talking with great enthusiasm about getting peafowl. She doesn't intend to coop or contain them or have any infrastructure for them at all besides food and water bowls. Even if she had fences- which she doesn't- they wouldn't be more than ordinary wire fences. I've spoken pretty strongly against the idea of freeranging any animals on her property, including her chickens, but she doesn't listen to anyone, and other things (like noise) don't seem to be discouraging her. Other than worming and vaccinating them (which I'll be doing from my own pocket) is there anything at all that I can do to minimise the risk of death, harm, or improve QOL for these poor potential peas? Is there any quirk of training or pea mentality that I can use to keep them in a boundary or radius? If I build them a roost on top of a shed, are they likely to stay within a distance of it? (And yes, I haven't ruled out stealing them, giving them to someone responsible, and telling aunt a feral dog got them)

It's no trouble, and the good news is you won't have to tell your aunt a feral dog got them, because the birds will just leave. If she's that intent on flushing several hundred dollars down the toilet, maybe ask if you can have it instead, and skip the middle man of fussing with the peafowl. She's also welcome to send me the money if she is intent on giving it to someone with peafowl, the result will then mostly be the same! She loses a few hundred bucks and has no peafowl, and someone with peafowl gets a few hundred bucks! The key difference is no birds are harmed in this latter process.

Because here's the thing: your aunt IS 99% going to waste a lot of money purchasing peas and releasing them to free range without first containing them 6-12 months in a standard minimum coop (500 square feet)(and the rule any experienced peafowl owner will tell you is "never free range a bird you can't afford to lose" because even with extended containment first, peafowl often just fuck off when free ranged and they don't look back). They will just leave. it's literally the thing they are known for. I have gotten two free peafowl this year due to idiots near me doing this. Every year people in peafowl groups post about the free birds they just got, when people like your aunt bring them home and let them go. It's a little raffle where you win prizes donated by people who didn't do their research before buying peafowl, or who have more money than sense.

Additionally, even if they stay, they won't scare off snakes. Snakes don't give a shit. The peas will possibly harass or kill one if they see it first and there's a group of them to fuss with it. But in Australia, they are just as likely to die to a snake bite as any other fowl. They have PRETTY fast reflexes, but even in the US I see people lose peas to venomous snakes like rattlers or copperheads.

As for the rest, I don't know if there are any vaccinations that can be given to peafowl in Australia. I know there aren't in the US (I don't think even Marek's is made to be used in peafowl, but DO NOT get that one) because US policy on most fowl illness is to just cull the birds. You also can't effectively treat free range birds for parasites without SOMEWHERE to contain them, because most of the products go in the water and free range may find other sources of water, and the ones that don't you have to repeatedly catch the birds to administer orally.

So yeah. That sucks. Please tell her a peafowl breeder you spoke to thinks she's an idiot if she really thinks she's going to magically convince wild game birds to just hang out upon release with only the enticement of a food and water bowl to keep them around lol

[fractiflos]

For the fairy tale ask game: how about a Little Red Riding Hood AU with some duoholders please? Second has red hair so he gets to be Little Red Riding Hood. Yoichi and All for One are both wolves. How you divide up the role between them is up to you.

Yay, I love Little Red Riding Hood :)

Instead of quirks, people have started becoming werewolves. But it's all wonky so they just randomly transform instead of depending on the moon, and some of them (like the Shigaraki twins) keep some of their wolf features in human form. Anyway, Kudo bought in to the government's spiel about how werewolves are all evil due to his fear of dogs and works with them to kill them off.

One day, Kudo gets some time off and decides to visit his reclusive step-brother Hikage, who lives in the woods. However, what he doesn't know is that AFO and his pack have taken that part of the woods over, which is why Hikage hasn't visited him. Should he step out of the clearing, the wolves will tear him apart. (Also, he just doesn't want to deal with people) Kudo brings a basket of Hikage's favorite foods and wears a red cloak, because it's winter and he's cold.

Meanwhile, Yoichi is eager to move up in the wolf pack. You see, his brother (who is the pack leader) told him that they were fighting against evil people who destroyed the environment. Yoichi wants to play a bigger part in that instead of having to be protected all the time, so his brother sends him on what he thinks is a wild goose chase to bring the head of a trespassing man in a red cloak by sundown (it's morning). AFO doesn't know about Kudo and thinks that everyone knows that part of the woods belongs to him, so what idiot would wander the woods in an eye-catching red cloak?

Yoichi finds Kudo and attacks in wolf form. Kudo fights back by swinging the basket which leads to a container of strawberry shortcake falling out and spilling cake on the ground. Yoichi is curious, having only lived off the land and eats it. Then begs for more. A cautious Kudo keeps feeding him as they make their way to Hikage's house. There, Hikage exposes him as a werewolf and Yoichi transforms back but tells them his story in an attempt to convince them that he's good, only to hear that his brother is actually evil and the people he killed were because he wanted more land, not because he was trying to save it. Kudo is a bit distracted because Yoichi wasn't wearing clothes and looks adorable with wolf ears and a tail (none of the wolves wear clothes because A. they're feral wolves and B. their clothes rip when they transform)

They all snap into action when AFO comes by looking for his brother. He and Yoichi get into an argument and AFO blames Kudo for turning him against him so he tries to eat him, but only manages to tear off a part of the man's face. Hikage grabs a gun he's been saving should the wolves move in, and shoots him. Yoichi announces that he's rejecting the clan and he, Kudo, and Hikage run while AFO is suffering from the bullet wound.

Missed opportunity to dress AFO up in grandma clothes, but Second isn't stupid enough to fall for that anyway (still would be funny to see) Does AFO die? Idk, I mean the only thing going for him here is that he's pack leader. No quirks, just werewolves.

[my-prompt-dump]

Girl!Sam, Protective!Dean, and College

Wincest if you squint but it can just be them fucking with people.

AU so it's a bit OOC? But also I think they would do this just for a good prank.

Please no hate! Just sharing ideas for you all!

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The premise is they have a case and dean has to go undercover as a college professor (occult subject or some college sports coach).

It should have been Sam but she argued that she was already doing the research part, so it's only fair if Dean is the one to get into the school. (There's also the fact that Sam is still a bit bitter about the whole college and Stanford thing)

Dean eventually relented, stating he would die of boredom buried in books and at least the college has some hot girls.

Dean instantly became popular among the girls in the college with some even outright asking him out. He flirts back but can't go out with any of them.

Sam: We don't want you getting fired before the week ends, Dean!

Stupid Sam and always being right.

Dean always takes the Impala to the university and some girls hang out close to it in hopes to catch him in the parking lot. To flirt, to shoot their shot, or just to admire.

Sam: Just pick me up, jerk! Dean: Bitch, I'm swamped as shit here. I told you it would have been better if your nerd ass is the one going undercover! Plus you're the one with info so you come to me. Sam: Are you fucking serious?! I'm wearing heels, remember? Cos you said to seduce the poor intern in the library. Dean: Well, it worked, didn't it? Just get Cas to take you here and wait for me on the car. Sam: I hate you. Dean: On the car, Sam! Sam: I'll wait for you on the car, alright. Dean: What did you just say?! Sam: Nothing, jerk! Dean: Bitch!

And that's how Sam's day is going now.

A crowd has formed in the said parking lots. The whole place is littered with angry looking girls and also guys who are practically drooling.

They see a gorgeous woman laying sexily on the hood of their professor Dean's Impala; denim jeans, plaid shirt with leather jacket, sunglasses, and red lipstick. She is just sitting theret unbothered by the crowd and the attention.

Sam thinks that if Dean was going to be ungentlemanlike then she's going to be as unladylike as possible. And that means lounging on top of her brother's precious Baby.

Student 1: Huh. No wonder the guys are acting like dogs in heat.

Student 2: Isn't that Professor Dean's car?

A group of self-proclaimed popular girls (like seriously? Who labels themselves that in college?) who have been trying to get with Dean finally had enough approaches the woman.

Girl 1 (Emily): Excuse me, you can't sit there.

Sam quirks an eyebrow but doesn't move.

Sam: This your car?

Emily: Well-uh no. But

Sam: Then why are you telling me to get off?

Emily splutters, clearly flustered that someone outright asks her that instead of doing what she says. She huffs and thinks of the best excuse she can use.

Emily: It's my boyfriend's!

Sam had to cough to mask her laugh but she humours the girl.

Sam: Oh really?

Emily: Yeah oh! So get off before we make you regret it.

Sam chuckled but still doesn't move and that only made the girl angrier.

Soon Dean comes out of the school after getting stuck in a meeting with a professor that he was 80% sure is trying to get in his pants. He spots the crowded parking lot and walked faster.

He becomes angry at noticing that everyone is getting a little too close to his Baby and shouts at them which made students jump.

The girl spots him and sees it as her opportunity to try and fake date Dean and to reprimand the woman on the hood. Maybe this will get her in his radar.

Emily: Dean! This rude woman won't move from your car's hood even tho we kept telling her to! She's getting it scratched!

Dean, though, ignores her and walks up to the mystery woman.

Dean: Why didn't you just call me that you were here already?

Sam: Phone died.

Dean: We were just talking.

Sam: So?

God, having a little sibling is infuriating.

Sam: Besides, I was talking to your girlfriend.

She wiggles her eyebrows obnoxiously and Dean's reacted like how she expected.

Dean: The fuck you talking about? I don't have a girlfriend. Why would I have one when i got you here to be a bitch about everything I do.

He says it so loud too so everyone heard it. Sam laughed all the while Dean checks the car's condition.

Everyone's jaw drops because Dean knew this person?? And they were talking so casually. Is she his girlfriend??

Dean remains oblivious to the crowd's shock and turns back to Sam.

Dean: Did you walk here? Where's Cas?

Sam: No. Unlike you, Cas knows how to treat a woman and took me here so politely. He was just here a minute ago but then people kept piling up and-

Dean: That will happen if you sit there like a model on vogue magazine.

Sam: Flattering but also ew.

Dean rolls his eyes but moves to help her get down from the hood.

Seeing smoke practically coming out of Emily and the other girls' ears, Sam smirked and had an idea.

Once she's down, she instantly snakes her arms around Dean's neck and leans close to his ears.

Sam: See? That wasn't so bad, was it?

Dean: Yeah yeah. You're lucky you're cute.

Emily’s face turned beet red.

Emily: Dean, who is this..?

Dean looked at Rachel, finally noticing her.

Dean: A pain in my ass.

Sam: Speak for yourself.

Seeing some guys in the crowd eyeing her a little too closely, Sam decided to up the ante. She pressed herself closer to Dean, running a hand through his hair.

Sam: Come on, Dean. Let’s get out of here.

Dean noticed the lingering stares from the guys and his protective instincts kicked in. He pulled Sam even closer, glaring at the gawking students.

Dean: Yeah. And all of you! Keep your eyes to yourselves, or I’ll make sure you regret it. This is off-limits!

They drive off and Sam can't stop laughing as she explains the whole ordeal to Dean.

Sam: Your admirers are so territorial, dude. Dean: Shut up.

[goatanarchy]

Confession

Notes: hurt and comfort, erotic, Warden/Duncan, Warden is he/they!, AU where Duncan doesn't die and is a companion because I want to, probably very OOC but who cares.

When he let his wardens go that morning, he knew the risks, he did. To rescue the queen right from under the gaze of her father was no easy fit. But when only the queen and Alistair came back, Duncan’s heart sank. 

Arl Eamon didn’t let him go to Fort Drakon - so he swallowed his anger and waited. If Duncan too gets caught, he said, the political unrest it would cause would destroy all the hard work they put into this endeavor. Loghain would call him a cowardly deserter and a traitor for not dying at Ostagar. So be it, Duncan thought, he could be a deserter if it meant his wardens were to live. If Sarikh was to not be hurt again… 

They were brought back in the end and yet Duncan still felt helpless. Sarikh's deathly pale figure reminded him of a paper doll ready to softly fall onto the ground at any moment. And Duncan’s hands were in such a tight grip they’d bleed if it weren’t for the gloves he was wearing.

“Don’t worry the cell wasn’t too bad and the guards didn’t do anything bad either…” - the mage smiled meekly at him.

“I’d worry more about what our dog did to the guards, really. Those bites are going to be healing for a while.” - Alistair half joked, but there was an awkward guilt in his eyes. The kind that eats you up slowly like a caterpillar eating a leaf. Before Duncan could form a comprehensive response Sarikh was taken away from him to be doted on by Wynne. It was probably for the best, they needed to heal and rest. 

He spent that day discussing preparations the group needed to make before the Landsmeet… well he tried. Truly, he couldn’t care less for any of the nobles or their little quirks and anxieties at this moment. When Ferelden was being consumed by the Blight all they did was bicker and fight each other. What use were they to the people?  “Your mind is wandering today, my friend.” - Riordan told him as they left the Arl Eamon’s chambers.

“What makes you think so?”

“You have been sighing like an orlesian duchess that has been stood by her lover on a rainy afternoon.”

Duncan raised an eyebrow turning to the warden. Riordan only shrugged in return.

“I counted at least 10 sighs. I think even the Arl has noticed your ailment.”

“It seems you weren’t paying much attention either then.” - Duncan let out a tired laugh and looked out to the window under the ceiling. The sun had already set and he could barely see the moon shining sickly behind the clouds.

“Ahh, all of that political bullshit is the same everywhere. I am more worried about the Archdemon.” 

Riordan looked at the moon as well.

“I assume you still haven’t told Alistair and Sarikh about how we need to slay it.” - the warden said. The statement weighed heavily in the air and Duncan let out another sigh.

“Ah, eleven now.”

“It seemed much easier before I- well I-...” - Duncan tried to explain, but words got stuck in his throat. Before he… “what”? He was too soft? Too selfish? Before he loved too much? He felt Riordan’s hand pat his shoulder.

“It is alright, friend. You don’t have to do it if you can’t. I can talk with them after the Landsmeet.”

Duncan closed his eyes and swallowed. The thought of his wardens finding out from someone else made him feel disgusted.

“No. It would not be fair to either of them.”

“Ah, I understand.” - Riordan smiled sadly. - “Well, then, I will leave it to you.”

Duncan gave him a short nod and sighed again.

“That is twelve now.” - Riordan teased as he was leaving for his room. - “You might want to get that checked with your healer.”

Duncan let out a groan.

“Oh, for Maker’s sake, Riordan.”

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He couldn’t help it. 

Instead of going to sleep Duncan kept wandering around the dimly lit halls of the estate. There was nothing good waiting for him in the Fade anyway. 

Genevieve would probably call him childish if she could see him right now, spoiled even. Or, perhaps, she would just give an iron cold stare and silently sit somewhere in the corner, judging. As a warden it was his duty to be in best shape. To be ready to jump to fight the darkspawn hordes at any moment… not to count how many dogs there were in the frescoes of the main hall.

Duncan leaned his forehead on one of the supporting beams in the hall that had a remarkably realistic mabari etched into it and almost sighed again, but caught himself in the middle and scoffed.

“I shouldn’t bother him right now. He is resting.” - the man whispered. He stared at the dog for a few minutes before giving it a little pat.

“You are well mannered, sir. If only Tiger was as quiet as you are.” - he said to the dog.

“...”

“What am I doing here, acting like a fool, hm?” 

“...” 

Once again it was deathly quiet. Maybe Duncan could take a page out of Oghren’s book and drink himself to sleep…. Tempting.

Duncan wasn’t sure how long he was standing there feeling oh, so silly about himself. He finally decided to just go back to his room, so that at least no one else would accidentally see this embarrassment. But as he turned his gaze to the stairs he saw a ghostly shape on the other side of the hall. It was moving past him slowly and silently, clearly not wanting to be heard. Duncan ducked behind the beam and took a closer look at it, thinking it to be a maid maybe, but then realized the person was covering themselves in a thin white blanket from head to toe. Duncan couldn’t see who it was but he did feel a faint presence of the darkspawn… A warden.

“Sarikh?” - Duncan called before even thinking it could be anyone else. The person jumped and made a sharp turn to the source of the sound. And lo and behold it was indeed Sarikh’s surprised face sticking out of the blanket. Good. Because if it was anyone else Duncan would have died of shame.

“D-duncan?” - They whispered loudly in return. Duncan came out from behind the beam under the faint light of the torches. Sarikh immediately ran to him but stumbled over their own blanket and fell forward.

“Oof! Sorry!” - the mage apologized as Duncan swept him into a hug preventing the fall.

“Are you alright?” - the man asked with a chuckle.

“I am now.” - Sarikh said with a smile. Their voice barely a whisper, but to Duncan it was as sweet and clear as the sound of a creek in a summer grove.

"You know, the blanket really doesn't help your stealth."

"Oh well, it is still very fun though. I am haunting the estate."

"Scaring all the maids." - Duncan smiled and lightly tugged on the blanket to pull it down off Sarikh, who didn't protest and only hugged Duncan closer. They had no shoes and were only wearing a nightshirt barely reaching their knees. He shivered from the thought of having his feet bare on stone at this time of the year. There weren't any new scars or bruises, so the healing magic must have worked well.

"What are you doing here so late?" - he asked, wrapping Sarikh back into the blanket. - "I thought you were recovering after the escape."

"Oh, um…" - they hesitated, a visible blush on their cheeks. - "I was… I am… I slept all day and now I'm… hungry. I don't think Wynne expected me to be awake so quickly. She was asleep in the chair near the bed." 

"So you sneaked away to catch a cold instead of asking. What if you got hurt?"

"I didn't want to bother, she needs rest too." - Sarikh mumbled with visible disappointment in their voice. But as they caught Duncan's worried gaze, they softened.

"I am not that fragile you know."

Duncan could only sigh in defeat.

"That is true, yes." 

But I might be, he almost said and cringed at his own thoughts. Sarikh wasn't even injured and he felt his heart would run off and wither any moment now. It had been so long since he cared about someone so deeply. 

It was all too easy to bury a warden when you both have promised to give away your whole lives for the blight. How does he keep his cool now? When he doesn’t want to die anymore… A cold touch of Sarikh’s hands on his cheeks brought Duncan back to reality.

“You are a mess.” - the mage stated. Soft and without accusation. Their red eyes pierced his every thought.

“And you are not?” - the man said back lightheartedly. Sarikh laughed and pinched both of Duncan’s cheeks. 

“Well, right now - I am very hungry. And I would really love not to be.”

“How about we haunt the kitchen together then? I could do all the sneaking.”

“Hmm, maybe….” - Sarikh said as if he was deep in thought on such an important decision. “The cook is… very intense. I wouldn’t want to get scolded by her.” - they continued and then nodded in agreement. - “Yes, you do the sneaking.”

Duncan took their hands off his cheeks and placed a tiny kiss on the knuckles, which made Sarikh giggle, their face flushed.

“It will be an honor to steal some soup for you.”

—

Together, they sneaked into the dining hall. There wasn't anyone to hide from, not really, but Duncan enjoyed leading Sarikh on their little heist. They would get to hold hands and whenever the shadows from the dim lit torches would move a little too fast Duncan would pull them both into a dark corner to shield Sarikh by hugging them, obviously, from an imaginary guard passing by. Sarikh would only laugh at him quietly and Duncan would feel their warm breath tickling his chest. Truly, love turned them both into fools.

There was no one in the dining hall either. 

 “And that's how you sneak.” - Duncan proudly announced.

“Those imaginary guards are certainly none the wiser now.”

Duncan motioned for Sarikh to wait and disappeared into the kitchen. Sarikh climbed onto one of the chairs, put their feet up as it got too cold and wrapped himself in the blanket as much as he could. They really should have at least put the shoes on but the hunger got the best of him. Being a maleficar one should never ignore their appetite. Constant blood spilling comes at a cost.

Before they got too comfortable though, a bowl of soup and a sizable chunk of bread was put in front of him. 

"Woah!" - The mage exclaimed, not anticipating Duncan to be back so soon. He looked up and saw him looming over with a chunk of cheese and an apple in one hand. 

"How did you?- That was so fast!" 

"Trade secrets" - Duncan smiled and bit into the apple. He winced for a moment as he wasn’t expecting it to be bitter, but continued to eat it anyway and sat down on the chair next to Sarikh.

"Ah, you do have the most nimble of hands." - Sarikh stated casually.

Duncan choked on the apple.

"Eat. Your. Soup." - Duncan hid his burning cheeks behind the apple but his usually firm and confident tone cracked under Sarikh's teasing.

“Hee-hee. I am not wrong.” 

Sarikh gave a little sniff to the bowl’s contents. It smelled hardy and the broth was pretty chunky with all the meat and vegetables in it. The only problem was that the soup was obviously cold. So they put their hands around it and a warm orange glow grew under the skin that touched the bowl. Half a minute passed and Duncan could feel the smell of the hot broth all around them. It made him yearn for soup even though he just had supper a few hours ago and was snacking on other things. There can never be too much good broth out there. 

Sarikh gobbled up the bread and soup like there was no tomorrow. Duncan wasn't sure they were even chewing, but he did feel relieved seeing them eat with a healthy appetite.

“They didn't… feed you there did they?” - he asked after mulling his anxieties over for a bit. Sarikh finished drinking and let out a satisfied sigh.

“Nope. They thought I’d bewitch them if they got too close. I would probably bite their fingers off instead though.”

“Always exceeding the expectations.”

“Mhm.” - they smiled and moved their bowl to Duncan. It still had some soup left in it.

“Here you go. I know you wanted some too.” 

“No, you need it more.” 

“I’m full. Besides, You can always sneak back in if it's not enough, right?”

Duncan sighed and gave Sarikh a look but finished the rest of the soup nonetheless. It was warm and hearty and he almost felt normal again.

As Sarikh propped his cheek and leaned on the table, he studied Duncan’s face with a soft gaze. He had the eyes of someone who should have collapsed a long time ago, dark and heavy and tired. Wrinkles were growing on his forehead from all the worries he was trying to hide. Not at all the brave and stoic Warden Commander he was when they only met.  Still, he was softer than before, more honest, with crow feet proudly showing off how much he laughed and smiled now.

“So what were you doing here in the middle of the night?” - Sarikh booped Duncan’s nose and he averted his gaze shyly.

“Oh. I uh- um. I was counting dogs on the walls.”

“How many did you find?”

“Around a dozen.”

“A good amount of dogs.” - Sarikh nodded in agreement and let out a big silent yawn. 

Duncan stood up and offered his hand to Sarikh.

“We should really go to bed now.” 

Sarikh took his hand - warm and weathered, but hesitated to stand up, their cheeks turning red again as they looked at Duncan.

“We should but umm… can I-... can I sleep with you tonight?”

They felt his grip get firmer and suddenly they were up in the air and then in Duncan’s arms.

“Wah!” - Sarikh gasped in surprise. Smug, Duncan whispered into their ear. - “As if that is even a question.”

As cheesy as it was, it made their heart beat faster. Sarikh nestled their head on Duncan’s shoulder and let themself be carried out of the dining hall.

“Good. Because I don't want to sneak back past Wynne and Morrigan and Shale who probably knows I left anyway.”

“Everyone was worried about you.”

“I know…” - Sarikh said, feeling guilty. - “Would it be too bad to say that it makes me happy that you all were?” 

Duncan let out a soft laugh and readjusted the weight in his hands to hold Sarikh closer.

“Only if you promise to not make getting caught a habit.” 

~~~

The bedroom was lit only by a tiny flame of an old candle. Duncan stood by the bed, letting Sarikh take off his armour for him. And even though he would have to put it back on in a few hours, he let Sarikh take the time to slowly untie the tabard. To loosen the leather clasps of the metallic shoulder pads for him. To carefully take it off. This way the day didn’t have to end so soon for them.

Tomorrow, I will tell him about the Archdemon. Duncan thought, lost in his own head. I will. Another sigh must have escaped him because he heard Sarikh say: “Is everything alright? Are you still worried about that whole prison escape?” 

Duncan was now sat down onto bed and Sarikh took his boots off and then neatly folded everything by the bed, where Duncan could easily access the armor at any moment if needed be.

“I-... No.” - he tried to sound calm. There was a pause between them. Sarikh looked at him and Duncan looked at the almost burned out candle.

“Alright then. Well, I’m done.” - Sarikh said as they climbed onto the bed under the blankets. 

For a moment Duncan thought he might have upset his dear friend with this dishonesty. Yet as soon as he laid beside them - Sarikh was all over him, cuddling and hiding their face in the nook of his neck. It caught his breath. He never felt so warm as when he was with Sarikh. How could he give this away? Ugh. 

The flame on the candle went out and Duncan found it hard to fall asleep. He suspected so did Sarikh as he could feel their thumb rhythmically caressing his right cheek.

“You are not falling asleep are you?” - he whispered.

“No. I’m too excited.” - Sarikh said and Duncan could hear it in their voice. He turned to face them but could hardly see anything but shapes in the dark.

“About what?”

They moved closer.

“Being here with you. I missed you.”

A little peck on the lips no more than a second, burned Duncan like fire. It broke something in him and he pulled Sarikh in for another kind of warmth. He placed kisses on their cheek and under the ear and down the neck.

“I'm sorry, I’m sorry.” - Duncan wept in between. -  “I should have been there with you at the fort.” 

His hand cupped their face and he felt Sarikh nuzzle into it.

“My dear, my sweet, there is nothing to apologize for. You didn't know. I didn't know.”

Duncan took off their shirt to place more kisses on their chest. And in return Sarikh scratched the back of his head, over the neck and down the spine with their nails. Just hard enough to make Duncan shiver. A sharp breath escaped him, his muscles tensed and he bit Sarikh on their left breast. 

“Ah.” - he heard Sarikh sigh in delight.

Sarikh helped him lose his shirt tugging the fabric so that it tickled Duncan even more before exposing him to the night coolness of the room. They didn’t have to see his face to know that he enjoyed it. The way the cold burned his skin and heightened his senses, made his hair stand on ends. His grip on Sarikh grew firmer, he had to have them closer.

Duncan turned them over to be on top, holding them by the hips. He wanted to feel the weight. He wanted to remember that it was real.

“There is- There is something I haven't told you. You and Alistair…” - he said as they found each other's lips. The warmth and softness of their kiss almost made him drunk.

“What is it my dear?”

Duncan’s breath faltered as he tried to put his thoughts into words and fight back his own tears. He didn’t want to die. But he didn’t want his friends to die either. It wasn’t fair how they always had to choose.

“You don't have to say it if you aren't ready yet.”

“You could make me.”

“It won't be fair to either of us.”

Duncan embraced them again, hot tears streaming down his face and onto Sarikh’s shoulder. 

“I adore you, you know.” - he pleaded this and many more sweet words to them. He didn't know what he was saying anymore, he might have confessed right at that moment that a sacrifice is needed for the archdemon to be slain but couldn't remember, overtaken by desperate need to hold and be held. 

In the end Sarikh could only stroke Duncan’s hair and listen.

[commander-revan]

what do you think akane and touya's life together would have been like if she had been able to go to sekoto peak?

Oof, so this is something I've thought a lot about, and maybe someday I'll even write an AU for it (assuming I ever finish the fic I'm working on now).

In an idealistic world, what would probably be the most mentally healthy thing for them to do would be to give up on their dream of becoming heroes. Touya could let go of seeking his father's approval, and channel his rage and pain into art, something that all of the world could see, that proves he exists and exists for a reason. And while Akane isn't good with people in any universe, she could use her self sacrificing and protective instincts (what Dabi calls her tendency to take in broken things, like himself) to work in animal rescue in some capacity, maybe even training service dogs.

But, even in a world where Touya lived, neither of them are ever in the best mental state due to everything they've been through, and both of them are too stubborn and determined to give up on their goals once they've set them. Touya would still want to prove himself, and Akane would still want to find out what actually happened to her mom. (Spoilers for my own fanfic because it'll be a long time before I get there so whatever, but it's All For One related, and her mom was basically involved in a situation similar to some of the plot in the Vigilantes manga. And AFO also stole her quirk and put it in a Nomu, so that'll be fun once I get around to the Paranormal Liberation War arc)

I've got a lot of sort of disjointed thoughts on this though, so bear with me for a bit, lol. I think that in a world where he lived, she would almost not make it to him in time, but something would make her realize that despite what was going on with her family the same night, that she needed to go find him. She'd find him crying under the tree and either the area under his eyes would have already caught fire, or his whole body would have just erupted into flames. She'd get there, see him, grab him, and dive into the water he had tried to get to on his own. He'd still suffer from some rough burns that he'd definitely have to go to the hospital for, but I think seeing her show up could have jolted him out of it enough for the flames to die down before the water douses them completely.

I also think given what almost happened to him, and the fact that she did lose her mom that same night, Akane would actually admit her feelings for him, and tell him she loved him. Which, while it wouldn't fix things for Touya, it would maybe help him heal and realize that he shouldn't have to fight for Endeavor's love/attention so much.

That event would scare both of them enough that they'd start trying to reevaluate their training techniques, and since Enji only ever taught Touya how to burn, they'd make it a priority to try to figure out how to turn down Touya's flames in case something like that happened again. Maybe even going to Rei, Fuyumi, and Natsuo for tips given their ice quirks. (Also maybe discovering Touya's latent ice quirk sooner? We still don't really know what's going on with that in the manga, so we'll see.)

Akane would probably be able to convince him that he should look into support gear to help him stay cool and not burn himself as much (not really sure if there is support gear that could help that, but fuck it, it's a fanfic), that unlike what his father thinks, it doesn't make Touya any lesser for needing it, it's just that others have an unfair advantage.

With Touya not dying, I think Rei would have improved a lot faster in the hospital, and given how apologizing to his mom is one of the first things Touya thinks of when waking up after his coma in the manga, I think they'd write to her/go visit her a lot more. Touya and Rei could start having more honest conversations about their life at Akane's urging since she never got to have that relationship with her own mom. And because of that, I think Touya would realize how much of a monster his father is sooner, even if deep down he still craves that approval, he'd see how Enji's behavior isn't ok and none of them ever deserved what they went through. Which would make Akane and Touya try to make looking out for Shoto a priority. Even if there is still a bit of that jealousy there, Touya would be able to see past it and see how much pain Shoto was in.

Akane would probably try to reach out to someone, maybe even All Might since Endeavor hates him so much, to tell them about what Endeavor was putting his children and wife through. I'm honestly not sure if that would result in the kids being taken away from him (I do think the HPSC and the courts would just ignore any evidence of abuse though) or Endeavor changing at all. But maybe All Might would start doing wellness checks on the Todoroki's at least.

Akane and Touya would still probably go to U.A. and similar to the rooftop trio, they'd want to follow through on their promise to start a hero agency of their own together. With Touya learning to want to be a hero for himself and his family along the way, instead of chasing the Number One spot and status like his father.

Akane's father would still die her first year at school, and she'd probably still see Vlad King as a mentor figure, whether she ended up in 1A or 1B. So her experience there would be a bit similar to what it already is in some ways. Though instead of living in a U.A. dorm set up after her father's death, I can see Fuyumi and Touya petitioning their parents for her to live with them, and for her to share a room with Fuyumi.

I can see both of them being highly critical of hero society as a whole once they become Pros, maybe not enough to join the League or anything like that, but enough to try to change things from the inside, at least for a while. Ultimately I'm not sure where that would put them by the time we get to current events in the manga, but those are some of the basic ideas I have.

There would still be a lot of difficult times for them, sleepless nights, some bouts of suicidal ideation, tough battles, and that sort of thing, but they would absolutely be happier. They'd definitely be one of those insufferably cute couples that would burn the world for each other. Even if they are heroes, that still doesn't make them the best morally in some situations, and they'll always choose each other first before anything else, even at the cost of innocent lives.

[yoodeloo]

Todoroki Fam AU ideas living rent free in my head pt.2

Hogwarts AU

Natsuo Todoroki is really sick of eating beans on toast and treacle tart for every meal, thank you very much. If only Hogwarts could add soba to the menu...

Premise: Touya doesn't die from his bout of suicidal immolation, but he's hurt so badly that he gets sent to England to recuperate and receive speciality treatment. Endeavor sees this as an opportunity to get rid of his other problem children--thus, his quirkless son Natsuo is shipped along with Touya to a foreign country, away from their parents and they life they've known.

Natsuo spends three summers living alone in a small London flat until a certain owl-delivered letter comes in the mail. And sure, Natsuo doesn't think being a wizard is all that it's cracked up to be, but it's better than being quirkless.

Two years as a muggleborn Slytherin isn't easy, but it isn't until his third year that everything goes really pear-shaped. When did Touya adopted a giant, hairy dog? Why is his magic acting up? And--worst of all--why does he have the urge to touch Malfoy's hair?

Other worldbuilding details: In this AU Quirks are an East Asian form of magic rooted in Bhuddism and Eastern Traditions--so they'll be slightly different than they are in the orignal show! I just love the idea of different magic systems developing based on the culture/traditions of each area, which is something I'll also explore. Let me know if you wanna see more!

[asquinate]

A little disclaimer. Most of these are from Izuku's pov bc I just prefer it most times. There are a few from Katsuki's but just thought I’d warn you in advance. Also all of these have happy endings unless otherwise stated. I hope you like these. I went through my history and picked out the ones I knew I liked to rec.

Pro heros future fic: link

This is a time travel one, I like the build up a lot: link

Idrk how to explain this one. It's rated teen but the basis is that the internet (+deku) is simping for bk bad. I thought it was pretty funny so I'm adding it: link

“I just check. So my stupid brain can shut up and let me get on with my life.”

“Check that I’m…” Alive, he doesn’t say. : Link

Bk accidentally confesses over text to izuku. Him and the rest of the squad rush to try to erase the text: link

“So if he were to, theoretically, love someone–“ Sero drawls. Laughter ripples through the student body of 1-A at the idea of Bakugou being capable of a feeling such as love. “When he wakes up he will hate them instead?”: link

Pro hero Bk gets turned into a dog quirkless Izuku finds him. Open ended but good imo: link

Fantasy Au, BK is a god Izuku is a apprentice to Yagi, a great warrior. Bk gets a crush on him pretty quickly after seeing his magic: link

Bkdk switch personalities as a prank: link

Fantasy Au!! ‘dragon’ Katsuki sees Dk's emerald eyes and immediately tries to court him. It's harder then he thinks: link

A collection of times Izuku and Katsuki unintentionally show that they grew up together. Very cute: link

This one is one of my favorites and one for the first I wanted to rec. Royal Au where BKDK have an arranged marriage. Then Izuku gets Hanahaki and they have to figure out what their relationship means to them or accept Izuku's pending death sentence: link

Izuku gets hit with a truth quirk. I didn't get to finish the whole thing if remember properly but I thought the first two chapters were pretty good so I'll add it anyway: link

Cute adult pro heroes BkDk with sweet moments and announcing to the press they've been married. I liked this one a lot: link

Canon verse Hanahaki disease Au where Dk has had it for over a decade until suddenly one day it is gone. I loved this one a lot personally. Good vibes: link

Canon verse but Izuku can see soulmate strings. He and Katsuki are soulmates: link

No quirks verse, where Izuku lives a corporate job, he's the talk of the firm tho as everyone wants to know who his wife is and what she looks like. Izuku conveniently doesn't tell them that he doesn't have a wife. He has a husband: link

Fantasy Au! Prince Katsuki’s friend comes to tell Izuku of the prince's plans to court him. There's some fun flashbacks as Katsuki tries to find Izuku: Link

Quirkless detective Izuku, Pro hero Katsuki. Somehow years after they last saw each other in middle school fate (read: Izuku's bad luck) pulls them back into each other's lives. Very funny 💛: link

Canon verse Izuku loses his memories of BK and decides that he needs to flirt with this absolutely hot man. Katsuki blushes a Lot: link

This is MATURE!! if you don't like that just ignore this but I found it funny myself so I'll include it. Internship trio read thirst tweets. That goes exactly how you think: link

In the final battle, thinking he will die, Izuku confesses his feelings to Katsuki. He falls asleep and expects to die. He doesn't. Here come the consequences of his actions lmao: link

A quirk hits Izuku that causes him to express only his pent up emotions. Katsuki deals: link

Remember the fic two one up from this one? Yeah this is the reverse. Kacchans much more vulgar with his love confession but the consequences are a bit different.(Happy ending I promise): link

I don't have any followers or anything but if you see this. PLEASEEEE send me bkdk (bakudeku) ao3 fics please!! mostly prefer the fantasy au, college, or anything at all. 😭

[achairwithapandaonit]

so i got very inspired by all those mon-chan posts i reblogged like an hour ago probably

[pinkykats-place]

Hybrid Midoriya x Human Bakugo

AO3 Fanfic Recommendations

BakuDeku

Disclaimers!

None of the stories linked below are mine.

Some contain mature content.

Wonderful art by @silverynightart (permission to use was given).

Note: If you read any of these and like them please kudos and comment! Let the authors know their work is appreciated!

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Currents by Tabs1326

Summary: Bakugou Katsuki is a marine biology Ph.D. student. When he's out researching for his thesis, he runs into a lost, injured sea otter hybrid named Izuku and ends up making a best friend for life.

One Shot | SFW | No Quirks au

Otter Hybrid Midoriya

Fuzz-Bug by Loover

Summary: Izuku is rare bug-hybrid in a local pet store. However, bug-hybrids are usually seen as creepy and people usually turn away from him, choosing the other hybrids. Preferring dogs, cats, and bunnies. The poor moth thinks he'll never get adopted until one day, a blonde human with peculiar tastes walks in to the pet shop.

One Shot | SFW

Moth Hybrid Midoriya

Deku by MiraChaDoodles

Summary: Neither seemed willing to look away in the tense silence that fell, drawn to one another as if by a thick and brilliant thread.

The boy viewed him thoughtfully, as though he recognized him from another life, as though he knew him.

It was odd—he felt the same way.

---

Or, shortly after Katsuki's dragon went missing, a naked man attempted to break into his family barn. Izuku had no memory of his past life, and apparently had no idea how to be human, either. He was just acting on instinct.

Complete | 9 CH | Contains Smut

Dragon Hybrid Midoriya

One for All Hybrid Rehabilitation Center by tiredwrites

One for All Rehab center seizes a traumatized, dangerous big cat from a Drug Ring Raid and hopes to rehabilitate the hybrid. Izuku, the hybrid, is a little less than willing...!

Follow the journey of Izuku's rehabilitation through the ups and downs, relapses, blood, sweat, and tears.

(and there's freckled toe beans!! so many freckles!!)

(katsuki wants to poke 'em)

Series | 4 Parts | Incomplete | No Quirks

Feline Hybrid Midoriya

Puppy's Playtime by boobie_chan

Summary: "I-I was just, uhm. Wondering. You- y'know, sex? Uhm." He drops his voice and feels his entire face go bright red. Katsuki's hand stills. Izuku thinks he might die.

"Uh. Yeah. I know sex."

"Kacchan!"

— — —

SinKin Valentine's 2020 event! Puppy hybrid Deku and his older human Kacchan spice things up a little bit in the bedroom

One Shot | Contains Smut

Rated - Explicit

Puppy Hybrid Midoriya

From The Bowels of Hell by Kolista

Summary: "I could never be hero partners or friends with a mutt like you," kacchan seethes at me between clenched teeth. "You know I thought it was bad enough when you were just a mutt. A filthy half-breed. Then they told us you were quirkless. Because of fucking course you are. And now you're an omega too! HA. There's no way I could possibly want anything else to do with a worthless piece of shit like you."

"But...Kacchan you promi-"

"Promises, promises, promises," he clicks his tongue at me."What about your promises to me, huh? You're supposed to be the big bad wolf and look at you! Just the runt of the fucking liter. So don't fucking talk to me about promises Deku."

That's the last thing Bakugo Katsuki ever said to me.

— — —

OR Izuku is a wolf-dog hybrid whose family has been with the human bakugo family for generations. Until Katsuki leaves his side for the first and last time. Just because dear Kacchan didn't want a wolf doesn't mean someone else won't. Thrust into the hands of the LOV, Izuku gains a terrifying new quirk, a taste for blood and feels more wolf than human everyday. Near feral and wild, the only hope he has left is Katsuki. But can his old friend bring him back?

Incomplete | 31/? Chapters

Last Updated 2023

Rated - Explicit

Canine Hybrid Midoriya

Meow! by Phayte

Summary: “What’s the matter?” he asked. “Wanna see the truck or something?”

She shook her head, hugging a doll close to her chest. “There is a kitty stuck in the tree!”

“It’ll climb down,” he said, turning to take the steps back up.

“No! The kitty has been there all morning crying!” she wailed.

— — —

or Bakugou finds Neko/Kitty Deku and things happen.

One Shot | No Quirks au

Rated - Explicit

Neko Midoriya

whiskers and whims by gochumilk

Summary: On the day he first met Kacchan, the human just threw one glance at him then proceeded to step over his body. Deku never felt more offended.

How dare this human ignore his beautiful fur? How dare he ignore Deku?

Deku, who was used to attention, took it very personally.

{One Shot} Rated - Explicit

Neko Hybrid Midoriya

Dynamight's Hybrid Farm by BlossomingBitch_15

Summary: "Don't worry about it Deku, go ahead, it's natural with me fucking with your tits like this to have... /feelings/."

Midoriya's eyes fluttered as his pulse jumped. Katsuki's voice was only turning him on more. He couldn't stop himself this time as his grinding turned more desperate.

"I'm sorrrrrry... I just need /it/ so bad!”

Izuku was sniffling now as his loud uneven breathing filled the room and his hips were practically fucking into the cushions. Katsuki let go of Midoriya's nipples and ran his fingers over them with gentle strokes instead, both soothing and torturing the heavily used nubs.

"Yer' all good Deku, let go baby, you've earned it."

— — —

Or, Hybrid cow Izuku moves to a new farm and takes a liking to his new handler, human farm owner, Katsuki.

WIP | 5/? Chapters | No Quirks au

Rated - Explicit

Cow Hybrid Deku

had the guts, got the glory by twinstarsies

Summary: Izuku had thought he was going to die when his rut came. It was the worst fever he’d ever had, body frail from his self-imposed neglect on top of the heat, of the burning in his veins and limbs to fuck and breed. He hid himself away in the brush and yowled for relief for days, begging for it to end while attacking anyone who got close to check on him.

And then the scent of sweet spice floated to him on the breeze, coated his tongue and soothed the heat and the itch. He blinked weary, tearful eyes open as that scent surrounded him along with a gentle warmth, and he looked into a concerned red gaze.

That was the first time Izuku met Bakugou Katsuki, Yuuei Hybrid Wildlife Sanctuary’s resident wild feline expert—their “big-cat whisperer.”

Izuku’s Kacchan.

— — —

Rescued white tiger hybrid Izuku is going into his seasonal rut. Human caretaker Kacchan is there to help him out.

{One Shot} Rated - Explicit

White Tiger Hybrid Izuku

Series: stories of mouseku and his big human kacchan by tiredwrites

[sparkles-and-trash]

random bnha thoughts post

just emptying my notes lmao

Tiktok have really turned me onto platonic kacchako lately and I just keep having brain rot about it

I just think they're better friends than we realize??

One of my favorite moments are when Bakugo is chopping food at training camp, and Ochako comments on it, and he doesn't really gt bothered by her being there and talking until she calls it weird and he gets all defensive ksfkld

Also the obvious "I wouldn't call that girl frail" line, I just think he totally respects her after the sports festival

He would like "randomly" start to be at the gym when Ochako is, and give her tips and advice masked as insults

She totally sees trough him tho, but she appreciates it and truly listens to his advice

It makes Bakugo really happy to see her use it and become better

When they're a little older and Bakugo has matured a little more, they would totally have the best gossiping sessions

All trough their lives and careers they meet for lunch once every week, maybe every two weeks when they're really busy, to vent, gossip and just dish

Okay okay this is probably best for some au, but also idk, maybe not

But I just think Shiggy deserves a service dog

I totally think he loves animals, maybe not like right now in canon (he's a little busy okay), but like, as a core character trait

If he still has his quirk and all his fingers on each hand (which, spoiler alert, he does not in either of my au's, rip some fingers), he would be so crazy about always wearing the gloves, and maybe two pairs just in case

But I think a dog could help him so much, but with the trauma, the guilt, and if it's a trained service dog, it could help stop his self destructive behavior

Also, it would inspire some real happiness and genuine and unconditional love in his life

And let's not forget it would get him out of the house, he is a hopeless nerd who sits in the dark in front of the computer all day in every universe lmao

I'm actually turning this into a fic, or a part of a fic, but I'm gonna share some bits lol

I think Hawks' more birdlike behaviors gets triggered by things happening to him, so when he falls in love for the first time, with Dabi, he starts doing some new, strange things

Dabi waking up in the middle of the night from Hawks, who's barley awake, swaddling him in blankets and pillows

He just lies there for a second trying to comprehend where he is and what's happening, and then they make eye contact and it's like Hawks wake up and freezes in place

Dabi just grins at him and goes "bitch, are you nesting?!"

And Hawks goes "NO!!?!?!" but then he's like... "wait, maybe?"

He never lives it down lmao

I just rewatched the Do or Die Rescue Training, and I have a lot of Tokoyami and Shoto thoughts

I just think they're the ideal emo friends

Shoto even calls Tokoyami his friend!!

Them just sitting around in silence looking serious, and someone is like... "y'all good? had a fight or something?"

And they're like "what no, we're hanging out!"

They genuinely thinks of it as. quality time and appreciate it so much

Okay last one, this got long, but...

I've talked about Hawks and Tokoyami a little before, but just, I have more!

I think Hawks really, really want Tokoyami to feel like he can talk to him, as more than just a professional mentor?

But he has no idea how to get that across, he's not used to having friends that way

And Tokoyami looks so much up to Hawks and really wanna keep their relationship good, and he thinks being professional all the time is the way to go

So Hawks is always like, trying to talk to Tokoyami about personal stuff, asking him about school and life and his friends and teachers, and Tokoyami thinks Hawks is still gathering intel like he did when they first met

Hawks is running out of options pretty fast

He vents to both Dabi and Rumi about it, and they're both like... wow

But Rumi suggests he tries sharing some stuff about his own life first, to like set the vibe a little

But.. Hawks doesn't have that much of a personal life, and the little he has, Tokoyami already knows

He tries tho, and will drop stuff like "lol the other day Dabi's staples got loose and I had to staple him up again! It was a nice bonding experience! Have you ever had something like that happen to you??"

And Tokoyami is just like... "no sir, I cannot say that I have."

It'll slowly work out over time tho, and they both feel silly about it in the years to come, but it's low-key sweet as hell because they both just wanted to make sure the other knew they appreciated them in their lives!!

[haveyouseenthisskeleton]

Suddenly all of them get quirks /super powers what superpowers would they get? I think this would be fun

Undertale Sans - He can breathe in space and visit the Moon, after that, he can die happy.

Undertale Papyrus - Another pair of arms so he can do more things in the day.

Underswap Sans - Wall crawling, like a spider, so he can scare the shit out of everyone.

Underswap Papyrus - Transform into liquids for real so he can melt into the couch.

Underfell Sans - Shooting lasers with the eyes whenever he wants to have peace.

Underfell Papyrus - Cat habilities, including changing into a cat, so he could talk with Doomfanger for one day at least.

Horrortale Sans - He want to be able to vacuum every food in a place to make sure nothing is left behind. Wait for him to go into a mall, that's going to get interesting.

Horrortale Papyrus - Mr Fantastic super powers so he can flex and squeeze everywhere without his back hurting.

Horrorswap Sans - Mecanic legs and arms like Dr Octopus so he can carry all the groceries at once from the car.

Horrorswap Papyrus - Invisibility. This way no one will constantly worry for him.

Horrorfell Sans - Changing his car into a Transformers to smash the bank that refused his loan.

Swapfell Sans - Exorcism powers. With these, he can banned all the weird surnatural shit from the surface of the world.

Swapfell Papyrus - Changing everything he touches into chicken mc nuggets so he doesn't have to walk to McDonald's every day.

Outertale Sans - Controlling the weather to annoy his neighbour Karen who lets her dog shits in front of his house.

Outertale Papyrus - Make the world baby proof in a snap of fingers. Now no one can get hurt, wars are over and famine doesn't exist anymore.

Dancetale Sans - Running fast like Sonic just to feel the air in his skull.

Dancetale Papyrus - Force people to dance just by staring at them. Everyone would fear him.

Dancefell Sans - Metal claws like Wolverine... Just because it's cool. He would steal all the attention out of his brother.

Dancefell Papyrus - Sonic scream to make the paparazzis run away from the front of his fucking house.

Farmtale Sans - Magic crops like in Animal Crossing that are growing in two days.

Farmtale Papyrus - Immortality for the pets of his farm because he doesn't want to lose one rabbit ever again.

Mafiatale Sans - Manipulating luck so he can succeed in all the magic tricks he's trying to show and win poker.

Mafiatale Papyrus - Annoying people just explode when he decides they should because they are annoying.

Mafiafell Sans - He can turn into a werewolf so he can be a dog with his dogs and break knees all at the same time.

Disbelief Papyrus - Going back in time so he could save Sans, obviously.

Ink - Duplicating himself so he could save all the AUs at once !

Error - A way to erase everything just by clicking a big red button so he can finally have peace forever.

Dustale Sans - An ability to make burgers grows in the trees. He would kill just to eat one Grillby's burger once again.

[starkeristheendgame]

If you are okay with it, I was wondering if you could do a body switch soulmate au. When you first make eye contact with your soulmate you switch bodies. You stay in each other's bodies for 24 hours. I feel like this could cause some shenanigans on both sides. Tony hasn't had to be taught anything in awhile and Peter doesn't know how to run a company.

I was a little apprehensive about this idea at first but honestly? I adore it. I am afraid, however, I took this away from the ‘humor’ pathway and plopped it straight down into ‘light angst’. Please accept my apologies for that - And I’d be happy to write something more lighthearted if this doesn’t hit the spot. Keeping your own emotions and mindset out of what you write is hard sometimes. 

Slight AU in that they meet differently to CW. 

TW: Light angst | Slight hurt 

He was going to lose his fucking mind. He could feel each one of his IQ points disintegrating as he stared at the board (an actual digital board, what fucking year were they in? 2015?) and tapped his pen restlessly on the desk. He hadn’t been to school since he was eighteen. The last time he’d been in a classroom was January, giving a motivational speech to Princeton graduates. 

He felt too small and too stifled and if this woman pronounced Epinephrine wrong one more time, he was going to launch his desk at her and snap that stupid board in half. 

Because he could do that, now. Displays of sheer power. Because Peter Parker had been bitten by a genetically modified spider and Tony was currently occupying Peter’s body. 

Soulmates were so, so overrated. 

“Hey, wonder kid. Tap that pen one more time” the girl to his left whispered, and Tony shot her a cool side-eye. MJ quirked a brow at him, equally unimpressed, and nodded to the board. Tony scowled but knew the effect was ruined by the soft, pretty baby-face he currently wore. Curse Peter and his lopsided brows and his huge eyes. Curse soulmates for existing. 

MJ was thus far the only one who’d noticed The Switch. It was only sheer coincidence that Peter and Tony both had brown eyes of a similar enough shade that the telling switch of eye colour between soulmates hadn’t given them away. MJ, however, was astoundingly attuned into her best friend, and it had only taken three minutes in her presence for her scowl at him and ask who the fuck was wearing her friend’s meatsuit. Tony had to begrudgingly admit that he could see why her and Peter were good friends. She’d looked unimpressed at his claim until he’d pulled out his (Peter’s) phone to show the frantic texts from that morning, and then she’d huffed, rolled her eyes, and dragged him to first period. 

He thought lunch would be a reprieve when it came, but instead he found himself staring with growing dismay at a tray of food that he’d refuse even if he was a prisoner, blanching in disgust when a sloppy excuse for a mac’n’cheese was dumped into one of the slots. “I’m going to die” he complained, ushered along by an unsympathetic MJ. “This is cruel. This is inhumane. Dogs don’t even get fed this”. 

“Yeah, well. You’re a billionaire, so. Put up or shut up. I have no sympathy for capitalist elitists”. And, wow, rude. But understandable. He sank down onto one of the bench seats and tried to stop his stomach from rolling at the way the meal wobbled when it was set down. He’d been poking at it for several moments, largely ignored by MJ, when a shadow fell over his table. He looked up and stared with disinterest at the sneering figure above him, before he sighed. 

“Which one are you, then? Neb? Flake?” 

“Flash” the form above him frowned, and Tony waved a dismissive hand. 

“Yeah, whatever. Class killed off half my IQ points and I’m not wasting the rest on you. Off you pop”. He turned back to his pitiful excuse of a meal, prodding the macaroni distrustfully with his fork. The boy besides him gaped, flustered, before turning on his heel and stomping off. When Tony glanced up, the girl was looking appraisingly over her book at him. 

“Maybe you should leave your balls behind. Peter could do with them” she noted, before dropping her gaze again. 

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

“How much money does he actually have?” 

“Sir’s total net worth including assets, liabilities and investments are currently estimated at just short of a trillion, Mr. Parker. In terms of ‘real time currently’ Sir has £515,268,385,012 as of the current hour”. 

Peter was gonna pass out. He was wearing the body of a man with five-hundred billion in the bank. He’d known Tony Stark was rich, obscenely and un-necessarily so, but that was a whole other level. Vaguely unsteady, he sank down on the plush couch, feeling a little green. It had already been a few hours since waking, but he had yet to get used to the fact that he was, for all intents and purposes, Tony Stark. 

“Does that bother you?” The artificial voice asked after a moment, sounding impossibly curious. Peter hadn’t thought AI of this level possible, but here he was, talking to a voice that was more realistic than some of the living people he knew. 

“Its...A shock, I guess. I mean, it does bother me, I suppose. Nobody needs that much money. That much cold cash alone could eradicate homelessness in America. But...I don’t know. Its his money, he earns it. He saves the world and stuff. I don’t know how you could put a value on some of the things he’s done”. 

The AI was quiet for a moment, pensive. “Sir’s ‘profession’ is high cost also, Mr. Parker. The worth of the Mark IVII alone is £6,000,500,000”. Peter thought about it for a moment, then gave in, humming softly. He supposed in that sense, having that much money kind of didn’t matter, then, when a huge chunk of it was consumed by saving the world. He’d seen how often that suit got dinged up, and had no doubt repairs and replacing parts was costly. 

“Am I allowed to get something to eat?” He asked after a moment, stomach rumbling a little. He’d spent so much time this morning freaking out and being consoled by JARVIS that he’d missed breakfast and lunch had slipped him by. 

“Of course, Mr. Parker. Several components of the kitchen are automated, but I am capable of guiding through any recipes or devices you are unfamiliar with”. 

JARVIS had apparently activated something called ‘Romeo and Juliet Protocol’ when it had been revealed that Tony had been Switched, and a large majority of the Tower was closed off and protected. Peter couldn’t leave the penthouse and JARVIS had strict control of everything, even down to the doors. Peter was happy enough to just sit there and wait it out, though. As amazing as being here was, snooping was rude, especially when what he could find could potentially compromise the entire world. 

He chose to make a simple, small sandwich which involved nothing more than a single knife and plate, marvelling at the giant fridge and the ridiculous amount of food within. Apparently Mr. Stark had a chef that stopped by once every other day with prepared meals, and was on-call for whenever he required a fresh meal without having to cook it. The produce was organic and far different to the sad, wilting lettuce that could be found at the local Cheap Fresh. 

Technically, if it was plausible, when you Switched you were supposed to follow a specific protocol set up by the Government, but Mr. Stark had ultimately lost his entire mind at discovering his soulmate was fourteen and had immediately demanded Peter stay locked up like Rapunzel while he pretended to be him for the day to throw off suspicion. Peter couldn’t deny that had hurt a little, but he understood it. Soulmates or not it would be the scandal of the century - Tony would be called all sorts of things at best and investigated at worst, and the nature of their age difference meant a lifetime of interference and monitoring by the Government and protective services. He knew it was easier to pretend it hadn’t happened, to hide it from the world. Tony had suggested a private agreement, a ridiculous sum of money in exchange for Peter’s silence. 

He realised he’d been staring morosely at his plate when JARVIS prompted him softly, and he sighed, taking a bite. There was no physical remote for the TV but JARVIS helped him to access a cache of movies and he settled on Inception, his weakness for Tom Hardy and Leonardo DiCaprio soothing the ache of his new reality. 

“Am I allowed to ask what running a business is like?” He asked after a while, head balanced on his palm. 

“In what regard, Mr. Parker?” 

“Well, I don’t know. I mean, I’m fifteen. I don’t know how to run a company, let alone run a company and be a superhero. What kinda stuff does he do? Does he attend meetings? Does he fly around the world on company retreats like in the movies?” 

JARVIS sounded lightly amused when he replied. “Sir has delegated much of the daily company operation amongst several trusted employees, but he is still the namesake, owner and CEO of Stark Industries. He does attend frequent meetings, but most of Sir’s ‘flying around the world’ is done for leisure or Iron Man related activity”. 

“Sir spends most of his time in the lab, conducting important work for both his priorities. Sir also does a respectable amount of charity work, investment work and supportive work. I believe his latest venture is funding the entirety of MIT’s PhD graduate projects”. 

Wow. That was...That would be a lot of money. And being supported by someone like Tony Stark was bound to be something to boast about, something that would fluff up your resume a little. 

“Does he enjoy it?” Peter asked after a moment, fingertips raising absently to the arc reactor in his chest. It ached constantly, a low-level background pain that never quite faded out of touch, the odd sensation of a gaping maw in his chest something that had made him heave earlier that morning. Mr. Stark was tired, burnt out, but still going. It made Peter want to spend his twenty-four hours just sleeping, to try and soothe the man’s headache. 

“Sir finds great gratification in his duties” JARVIS replied quietly, though he did not specify which. Peter gave a hum and succumbed to the desire to nap, curled up on the corner of the couch with Inception fading quietly into the background. 

He ate again when he woke up, and blinked when he saw the time. Mr. Stark’s phone had been heavily locked down, but he could still access the message channel between this number and his own. The messages there were disheartening. 

Told your hot Aunt I’m staying at that Nate kids house tonight. I’ll be coming to the Tower, but you won’t see me. I’ll stay on the level below.

Sorry, kid. Seeing someone else wearing me like a Givenchy suit is just too head-spinning. 

JARVIS will keep you safe up there. We switch back at midnight, so try and get some sleep. You’ll wake up as yourself and I’ll get the plan in motion. 

“JARVIS, when was the last time Mr. Stark cried?” He asked timidly, and the AI was silent for a moment. 

“Four years ago, Mr. Parker”. 

“Oh,” he breathed out, vision blurring. “I’m sorry. I’m afraid I’m about to ruin that” and he let the teardrops fall.

[whirlybirdwhat]

Oh I wonder how Katsuki would react to them! If it was an op au he would probably have Zoro's role (wants to be the best and doesn't care about what people think) but I don't know if he would like Zoro if he met him (and I really don't know what he would think of Luffy)

OKAY SO REALLY TINY ANSWER TO YOUR ACTUAL ASK AND THEN UNDER MY CUT MY FEELINGS ABOUT THAT KASUKI AND ZORO OPINION BECAUSE BOY. DID I FIND OUT I HAD EMOTIONS!

So! Kastuki be enraged. here are people who give no fucks about heroes, if bakugo’s better than him, have a drive he can’t match and the ability to cause bigger explosions than he could ever hope (Three Thousand worlds, red hawk, fire bird star... i can go on.) They aren’t bound by science like he is. And they don’t care about heroes, or the government, things that validate Bakugo.

So he’d be enraged. and then maybe ave a lil bit of respect? Because they are, sorry, stronger than bakugo in an objective sense and would wipe the floor with him. Especially since Bakugo wouldn’t have haki. And More, they wouldn’t care about what bakugo thought of them and would just do their thing. I think bakugo would want to be them. And He’d be 100% baffled by luffy who would just think his explosions were cool then show him his red hawk attack lmao.

NOW. Onto my very strong opinions underneath the cut. 

gonna be honest i havent watch bnha since i watched one piece, so its been awhile, but i also feel that Bakugo and Zoro are just. very different characters. especially due to the extremely different themes both medias have. Zoro has a goal, an unbeatable, impossible goal that he will sacrifice anything but his friends to get - and in the beginning, when we first meet luffy, he would have sacrificed him if he got in his way. Zoro, however, supports others - he believes, no, knows that luffy will be the next pirate king. He’s the first mate and steps up when the captain can’t (water 7) and knows what need to be done and what he won’t sacrifice (which quite frankly is only his crew mr “chopping my legs off to win a battle is a good idea” fucking dumbass ily). 

Bakugo, to my understanding as i stopped watching when Bakugo got captured, is literally. Not that. He has a goal yes, but its a goal shared by several other characters - deku, and i believe todoroki wants to be the number one, etc - and we also don’t know why beyond he wants to be the best. Its a baseless goal, as of right now, one that can only be given meaning through fan speculation. Which is in comparison to Zoro, whose goal to be the best is through a promise to a dead sister-figure and for his need not to be weak and to be strong enough for his captain - his crew - not himself, like Bakugo presumably. Additionally, Bakugo has literally stepped on others in a malicious way to get to the top, and while Zoro has done so, it is simply because he doesn’t care; he’s better than them in skill, and in the one piece world its a dog eat dog world. Zoro is staying true to the values he as a swordsman has. Bakugo wants to be a hero. Bakugo has less compassion for citizens than Zoro has, a world class criminal. Who has destroyed several towns and taken down several kings, tyrants, and government officials. 

Too my last point, Bakugo... isn’t really a leader. Zoro isn’t either but Zoro steps up and people listen. Bakugo steps up and yells, and people listen. Its different. 

And Bakugo does cares about what people think - he wouldn’t yell, proclaim he’s the best, be as competitive as he is, bully children, or anything if didn’t. He wouldn’t want to be the best with seemingly no motivation if he didn’t care what people thought.

Zoro has quite literally said that it doesn’t matter if he’s a pirate or a marine, or what people think of him - as long as his name rings across the land as the best swordsman, fufilling his promise to Kuina, he has achieved his dream.  (Chapter 5 -6 I believe.) 

This difference is of course to the themes of both manga. To my Understanding, BNHA is all about being a hero - what does it take to become a hero, what makes a hero, do not give up without trying, help others before yourself, theres a solution to every problem, etc. I looked most of these up because the only one I could think up off the top of my head is what makes a hero/ is it ability or your actions because how bnha handled it esp with its opening line pissed me off but!! thats a story for another time! 

One Piece’s themes disregard heroes. One piece’s themes are first and foremost - dreams, the romantic view of the world,  sticking to your ideals, being selfish, and freedom. I could go on for hours about it. In fact, I have. 

The One Piece world is a lawless place. the government is corrupt, slavery exists, and its heroes are either pirates who saved you only because you were their friend (strawhats, despite not wanting to be called heroes) or marine heroes who are chained to the concept of a ruthless justice and have to let family members die for it (garp). Everything is weird, but only one character in the entire history of one piece has been alienated for being weird - Katakuri, for his mouth, which is fucking absurd considering his brother literally has an oven on his head and his mother is a soul sucking cannibal who wears a polka dot dress.  In one piece your ‘quirks’ aren’t celebrated - its just normal. Fun even. Especially on. the Grand Line where the rule is anything can happen, from rubber boys fighting God or islands made out of food.

The world of BNHA is the exact opposite. While they have “quirks” which can be anything, its not something anybody can obtain, unlike one piece, where only Conquerors Haki is an unobtainable skill unless you are born with it. BNHA is a world buried deep in laws, heroes, and villains - black and white for the most part to my understanding. It is a world where if you are villain, you are pretty much expected to be evil or out for blood, and if you are a hero, you are generally expected to help people, even if you might be doing it for money or fame. Unlike one piece where each and every character has a dfiferent moral compass. BNHA is also a realistic world in terms of quirks - you won’t be finding islands of candy or the like, and it is pretty much contained in one setting, which shifts characters characterizations a lot. 

How does this affect Bakugo and Zoro?

Well. In a world where dreams and selfishness are valued, you would think Bakugo would flourish. I think he would falter, because of what you pointed out - his willingness to be the best. In BNHA, theres a structure for how you become the best, through school and a career, an official ranking. There’s nothing like that in One Piece, as bounties have been shown to be absolutely fucking worthless, and literally all the top bounties are just puns. fucking puns. I love it. 

If Bakugo went around as he does in BNHA, in one piece, a world where he doesn’t have people protecting him from his actions or not hurting him because he’s a kid, bakugo would honestly probably die. Bakugo’s drive to be the  best and his normality as typically being the best in BNHA would not translate over well.

In One Piece rookies get knocked the fuck out unless you have plot armor which honestly doesn’t always protect you. See the Baratie. Saboady. Fucking Marine Ford. Wano. Big Mom. Fucking FOXY. You can surrvive by staying lucky - Buggy, but it isn’t often.

What would Bakugo even be the best of? The Marines where he has to listen to the Five Elders? He’d be a less hateful Akainu (because no one can be as bad as Akainu) 

In a world without structure, Bakugo would fucking die. 

In comparison, in a BNHA au, Zoro has drive and would probably just be like an accidental villain like I have in my au. 

In the End, Zoro is a pirate, and Bakugo is a hero in training. Bakugo relies on organizations to help him reach the top while Zoro actively destroys them. Bakugo wants to lead but can’t (as of right now) and Zoro can lead but loves his captain, so won’t. Zoro’s goals are seated in concrete ideals, concrete promises that he has to keep. Idek why Bakugo wants to be a hero beyond being the best. 

BNHA could not work in a one piece right down to the fucking morals. Pirates Vs Heroes. The pirates could maybe be the heroes, but could the heroes ever set out to purposefully take down others, obtain land, and be free from responsibility?

Thats just a portion of my thoughts on it. BNHA characters are just... so incompatible with any world that isn’t theirs because their lives revolve around fitting the algorithm of UA and the Hero Career. OP, in its focus on selfishness and disregarding the rules of any place and bringing chaos anywhere, can pretty much go anywhere without being odd because even in their own world they ruin every thing.

Okay. Im done now. Sorry anon you opened a can of worms i didn’t think i  had thoughts on!! guess i do!!

[irtza]

Snowflake | Jeon Jungkook

genres: fluff, drabble, boyfriend! au

word count: 1.3k

"Get up!" A squeal erupted from Jungkook's mouth as he was forcefully pulled of the bed, tumbling off the edge straight into the carpeted floor, tangled in the warm, dusty blankets you'd foraged through the top of your closet for now that winter was beginning to arrive.

"Why would you do that?" While he had hoped his voice would come out threatening and angry, the words came out like a long, drawn out whine.

Your figure, triple its normal size because you'd hidden yourself underneath several layers and a thick padded coat, loomed over him with a dazzling smile nearly splitting your face in half, and he groaned when he saw the twinkle in your eyes and the thick boots you had on.

"It's snowing, isn't it?" He buried his face in his blankets, voice muffled.

"Yes, and you're going to come help me build a snowman!" You said cheerfully, hands circling his waist as you attempted to haul him up.

He now regretted letting you go to the gym with him - for someone practically half his height, you were surprisingly strong.

"I don't want to," Jungkook shook his head as he attempted to scramble out of the death grip you had around him, staring mournfully at the empty bed.

"Kook!" You were pouting, and he knew that, he knew he shouldn't turn to look at you otherwise he would cave, but he did it anyways. Your eyes were wide and your chapped lips were curved downwards, lower one jutting out ever slow slightly, and your hands were clutching at the sleeves of his loose grey sweater. He almost cooed at the sight, opting for bending down and pressing a swift kiss to your forehead.

"Do I really have to?" He asked, nudging his nose against yours. "You're the only snowflake I want to see, you're far prettier than all others."

Much to his dismay, you pulled away with a breathy laugh, but he was satisfied when he noticed your cheeks turning red. Even after dating for three long years, you were still shy with displays of affection, and it made his heart do this weird thing in his chest. Namjoon had told him he was probably going to die, but Jimin had shot the older a nasty look and told him reassuringly it was just love, which sounded way nicer.

"Come on, it doesn't snow often," You whined, tugging at his shirt, dragging him to the bathroom.

"Brush your teeth, I'll get your coat." You instructed, and he groaned, complying. Warm water threaded through his fingers as he ran the tap, and within minutes, he found himself padding through the house grumpily, gloved hands stuffed in his pockets as your smaller frame happily unlocked the front door.

"Lucky you," He eyed the sleeping puppy, Coffee, who was curled up in a bundle of old sweaters and clothing you'd found to decorate her bedding. She looked endearing, a small ball of mahogany and obsidian fur in the midst of bright pink and pastel lilac fabric, and he would've given anything to trade places with her.

The puppy looked up at him, panting slightly. She almost looked like she was laughing at his plight, and he scowled at her, fingers gently scratching her head. "You're lucky I love you." He muttered.

"Kook!" You called over your shoulder, and he sighed. "And you're lucky I love you too." He grumbled in your direction, making you giggle as you ran out.

Now, Jungkook and you agreed on a lot. You both liked cuddles, chill nights in, dogs, had similar taste in music (except when you listened to Euphoria on repeat, he got sick of his own voice eventually), the list went on.

Whatever you differed in were things you both could find a quick compromise to, like clothes and food.

Seasons, however, were different. Jungkook hated the cold. He preferred summer, when the sun was out and the heat was stifling even in the night, but the humidity was welcomed. He could wander around with the bare minimum amount of clothing (and so would you, but that was totally not why he liked summer).

Workouts were more satisfying, cold drinks to soothe his throat were a regular, and he would actually want to get out of bed.

You, on the other hand, loved winter, for some absurd reason. You loved bundling up and drinking hot cocoa while watching movies, you loved sitting by the window sill and watch the thin layer of frost form on the glass, you loved fitting yourself right into your boyfriend's arms because he gave the warmest hugs, you absolutely loved running around and playing in the snow.

Ever since the two of you had begun dating, you'd managed to get Jungkook out to witness the first snow of the year, a wide smile on your lips and a fading frown on his, but it was always worth it.

He stepped out, shaking the long locks that were becoming a tad bit overgrown, and his lips automatically curved into a smile.

There you were, standing in the driveway with your arms spread and your flushed face turned to the sky, as icy winds kissed your cheeks and caressed your hair. Snowflakes swirled around you as you ran around, leaving your footprints behind, giggling like a child as your gloved hands scooped up the snow.

You turned around and attempted to hurl the snowball at him, the snowball hurtling through the air, breaking apart before it could even reach him.

He snickered at the failed attempt, reaching down to gather a bit of the white expanse in his own hands, eyes narrowing as he made his way towards you.

You squealed and attempted to run away, slipping a little over the ice. His heart jumped in his throat, calming down when he saw you steady yourself, snorting when you turned and stuck your tongue out at him.

His aim didn't fall short when you turned away, the snowball hitting your back. "Jungkook!" You gasped, whirling around with your eyes gleaming as you hastily made yourself small balls of ammunition.

Jungkook laughed as you faced towards him, a surge of affection rushing through him when you slipped and dropped your snowballs, crashing straight into his waiting arms.

He looked down at you fondly, ears red and lips turned down in a pout as you stared sadly at the broken mess you'd worked so hard to make. "It's okay," He smiled, "You can make more."

"And I'll beat you up with them." You said grumpily, turning your nose up as you scowled lightly at him. "I thought we were supposed to build a snowman?" He quirked an eyebrow, and your eyes lit up at the reminder. "Oh, yeah!" You gasped, attempted to squirm out of his grip.

Jungkook chuckled, watching as the smallest snowflake fluttered through the air in an elegant twirl, landing right at the tip of your nose, causing you to still as you went cross-eyed trying to look at it.

He swooped down, pressing his lips lightly against your nose, feeling the tiny crystals of ice melt against his lips, heat surging through your face, and when he pulled away, you were as red as the Christmas ornaments you had bought in advance.

"I'm, uh, going to find some sticks," You stumbled back, eyes darting around, and all Jungkook could was laugh, watching as you stopped down, hands grazing over the snow over.

If it was for you, he smiled as he watched your eyebrows furrow in concentration as you carried out your task, turning to him in choosing which sticks were best for the arms.

If it was for you, he could learn to love anything, even winter.

[syanara]

It's not a fic but I would reccomend checking out @achairwithapandaonit 's quirk: the dog doesn't die au (they should have a tag for it on their blog?)

It's fun and has cool art

Hi! I’m looking for fic recommendations of Shigaraki been a dog person, I’ve been starving for this since I’ve read Tenko’s backstory and what happened to Mon-Chan tbh but I can’t seem to find any:(

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